Chapters
-
"Wake up, child, wake up quickly." "This is no place for sleeping." Sirian Soflova stared blankly at the sky. The sky was like a rusted lead plate, gloomy and oppressive, with bright lightning seeping through the clouds, accompanied by an endless rumble. After staring blankly for a good ten seconds, Sirian realized he had survived the bizarre and insane deep sea, having been unconscious for an unknown period before finally surfacing. His arms and legs were spread out casually,…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
-
-
The quiet by his ears shattered, replaced by the tumultuous roar of the tide. After waking from his dream, Sirian clearly observed that he was in a deep, boundless sea, surrounded by countless ethereal figures encased in cocoons. They were shadowy and indistinct. Sirian gazed at the dense, ethereal figures, barely able to glimpse faces that were distinctly different. Each ethereal figure corresponded to a soul, a mortal living in the present world. They slumbered in the dream…
-
2.4 M • Ongoing
-
-
Approaching noon, Sirian took a thorough bath and changed into clean clothes. Even if he died in the ritual, at least he would depart with dignity. Tim and Mick had just finished a night of patrol and were still asleep. If they saw Sirian like this, they would surely tease him, asking who Sirian was going on a date with. Today, Sirian indeed had a date, but his date was not some charming girl. Considering the tragedy that had once occurred…
-
2.4 M • Ongoing
-
-
Sirian had always believed White Cliff Town was a fortress standing on the edge of the Dark World. The evidence wasn't just the towering walls, the absurdly large underground storage, and the well-developed vertical farms; it was also the Town Hall right before Sirian's eyes. Worn down by time, most of the Town Hall's architecture had collapsed and fallen into disrepair, later to be rebuilt by the townspeople into new residences. Yet, from the remaining…
-
2.4 M • Ongoing
-
-
Around noon, Mick replenished the missing supplies according to the procurement list, while Tim went to the Armory to maintain rows of sharp weapons. Sirian swung his hammer, tapping and banging on parts. "Can it move now?" Sirian turned his head; Ava, having finished her morning's work, appeared outside the workshop. The girl's eyes shone as she looked at Sirian, filled with curiosity and longing. "Almost." Sirian proudly tapped the…
-
2.4 M • Ongoing
-
-
Getting up, washing, and dressing, Sirian left the house, facing the cool morning breeze. Sirian entered the Beacon Lighthouse and ascended the long ladder, taking several minutes to reach the top. The top of the tower contained an extremely complex lens system; countless lenses, covered in concentric circles, were arranged in sequence, layered and blossoming like flower petals. Gears and machinery meshed precisely, subtly rising and falling, swaying, like a complex,…
-
2.4 M • Ongoing
-
-
The Armory was cleared, leaving only the terrified Sirian, kneeling in place, uneasy and apprehensive. Nun Soflova. A mysterious and legendary man, according to the previous mayor, Nun had been living in White Cliff Town since he was a child. Now, the mayor had retired and was frail, yet Nun remained vibrant. No one knew Nun's true age, but Sirian, piecing together fragments of conversations from townsfolk, roughly guessed…
-
2.4 M • Ongoing
-
-
Opening his eyes, Sirian saw a glass dome filled with warm sunlight. No one had cleaned it for a long time; the glass was covered in stains, water accumulation, and autumn leaves from last year that had not yet fully decomposed. Sirian tried to get up, but sharp pain shot through his body in protest. Scanning his surroundings, he saw a map of White Cliff Town hanging on the wall, sharp longswords filling the weapon racks, and ammunition boxes slightly ajar, their brass…
-
2.4 M • Ongoing
-
-
Sirian Soflova was an inherently optimistic, even somewhat carefree, person. “Hello everyone! This is Sirian Soflova, White Cliff Town’s rising star!” Sirian pressed the muzzle of his gun against the monsters’ heads. “Don’t rush, everyone gets an autograph!” After the explosive gunshot, waves of foul-smelling blood splattered. Sirian ran out of bullets, and the bloodthirsty, frenzied monsters didn’t give him a chance to reload. The bonfire blazed, but…
-
2.4 M • Ongoing
-
-
City-state Calendar Year 434, Outer Flame Frontier. The young man crushed a mummified skeleton underfoot, leaning against a rock wall and gazing into the distance. In the distance, a mirage-like white light shimmered on the horizon. According to his teacher, that was the Keepers of the Flame Sect's “Second Sun,” the largest Beacon Lighthouse in the civilized world today; even from the distant Outer Flame Frontier, one could still glimpse its burning. The air…
-
2.4 M • Ongoing
-
- Previous 1 … 22 23 24 … 419 Next