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Amidst the dizziness and hallucinations, Sirian instinctively raised his sword to block. The impact's tremor spread up his arm bones, as if he had been hit by a battering ram, and his boot soles dragged two deep furrows in the scorched earth. Leaning on his lock blade sword, a conversation surfaced in Sirian’s mind. "In summary, the true terror of the Power of Stillness is that it will trap you in a cycle of amnesia." In his memory, Anya had spoken…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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Chapter 165: The Fuse of Memory Under the washing of the rain, the ruins steamed with pungent white smoke, and the firelight twisted and flickered in the water curtain, casting the two figures in alternating light and shadow. The moment both sides discovered each other, the battle erupted. The rage flow revolver in Sirian's hand let out continuous roars; with every pull of the trigger, the muzzle burst with blinding firelight. Steel-core bullets tore through the rain curtain with…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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"Cough, cough..." Dekar cleared his throat, leaned in close to the microphone, and followed the text in his memory to begin his speech. "Citizens of Heer City, the shadow of the Evil Claws has been completely purged. The City Guard Bureau and the City-State Council have reshaped order with blood..." His voice turned into a raspy current, like a melody descending from the heavens, exploding in every corner of Heer City shrouded in heavy…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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On the Day of Victory Proclamation, the rain became exceptionally heavy, pounding against every inch of the city's skin, letting out a deafening roar. The water level rose rapidly; murky water in the low-lying areas submerged the curbs, reaching knee-depth, washing up debris and fallen leaves, while cars were stranded, tires half-covered, and white smoke billowed from beneath the hoods. "I'm already starting to regret setting the date for today. Why is the rain so heavy?" Paul gasped heavily,…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sirian's mind was blank, and time seemed to stretch into a rusty chain, every second emitting a grating creak that echoed in his ears. He didn't know how long it took before he finally accepted the fact—Rolf was the Reverse Falcon. It was both unexpected and reasonable. No wonder that night, after splitting his helmet and seeing his true face, the Reverse Falcon hadn't killed him. That was Rolf; he had recognized him. Presumably, a large part of his disgust toward…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sirian's words exploded in the library like a clap of thunder, freezing the amusement and coldness on Rolf's face. The pupils behind his lenses seemed to truly, for the first time, reassess the "junior clerk" standing before him, soaked by the rain and pushed to the brink. The air in the study was sucked dry, leaving only the crackling of the fireplace and the silent, tense standoff between the two men. In fact, Sirian had never expected to persuade him from the start. All along, his…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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In the cold drizzle, the grotesque steel jungle of the Inner City appeared even more distorted. The buildings, like metallic tumor masses kneaded by an invisible giant hand, pressed and piled upon each other, resembling indistinct heaps of fallen corpses. In comparison, Sirian's figure seemed especially minuscule. A grating hiss sounded from all directions; the cooling system of the Beacon Lighthouse had begun operating, causing the scorching residual heat to violently collide with…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Elton picked up his bedding, having just woken from sleep, and stared blankly out the window. Rain, endless rain. Even though the doors and windows were tightly shut, waves of cold still swept over his body. He shivered violently, and only then did his soul seem to catch up with his body, adding a spark of light to his eyes. “It’s so cold…” Elton sighed faintly. For some reason, he felt that this year's rainy season was especially chilling; the continuous drizzle raised endless…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Rain, like countless fine needles, pricked the concrete ground of Heer City, kicking up a hazy mist. Sirian couldn't remember how he left the intensive care unit. When he came to, he was already sitting on the cold, damp steps, his jacket soaked through by the rain, a chill seeping into his bones. Looking up, the sky was a oppressive lead-grey, the faint morning light completely swallowed by heavy rain clouds. The radio last night had reported that, according to the Star Gazers, this…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sirian practically burst through the hospital doors, his hurried footsteps echoing hollowly down the corridor, each step like a drumbeat on a taut membrane. Turning a corner filled with whispers and groans, the blinding white light from the emergency room poured out, scorching his eyes. Sirian stopped. The smell of disinfectant mixed with blood hung like a thick fog, pressing down on his nostrils and lungs. “Damn it… damn it…” He cursed incessantly, his hand in his pocket…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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