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Year 434 of the City-state Calendar, the Dark World. The sky was like an impenetrable curtain, blocking the sunlight behind lead-gray clouds. Even though it was noon, the gloom made it seem as if night was about to fall. On the barren land, amidst weathered and ruined debris, living flesh spread and contracted like massive, still-pulsating organs, clinging slimy to broken walls and ruins. In deeper shadowy crevices, countless monstrous demons lurked. Crimson eyes flickered in the…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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The wilderness. The cracked, decaying earth spread toward the horizon like a dried-up riverbed; weathered ruins stood like the skeletons of giants, and the twisted branches of scattered dead trees stretched out in desperate grasping gestures amidst the howling wind. Birds streaked across the desolate sky. Suddenly, a burst of cheerful singing rang out, jarringly out of place with the bleak scenery. "I promise you—" Accompanying the song was the roar of a Source Energy engine and…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sirian reclined on the bench, gazing up at the crystal sky beyond the railing. It was so pristine he could clearly see the star-ring of rubble spanning the heavens and the twin moons faintly shimmering at the edge of the dome. He was still immersed in the schemes and evil thoughts Rolf had described when, for a moment, he looked toward the wider world. City of the Lonely Tower, Outer Flame Frontier—the world was so vast, yet so small. For no…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sirian was no stranger to Forbidden Art: Threshold Liberation. As early as the decisive battle in White Cliff Town, he had personally witnessed Deathbird using this power, and later Dekar also possessed this skill. "Rumor has it that before the outbreak of the Dayless Cataclysm, this technique was one that every Transcendent had to study," Rolf slowly recounted the history of this technique, sighing with emotion. "But after the Dayless…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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"The Yang Kui's... Soflova..." Meifuni understood the clan culture of the Torchbearers and knew that the so-called Yang Kui was the clan Sirian belonged to. But as the well-traveled Ms. Love, she had no specific impression of this clan, only a faint feeling that she had heard of it somewhere before. Meifuni was anxious to learn more from Sirian, but he spoke unhurriedly. "Then let's leave it at that, Meifuni." Sirian maintained a relaxed and…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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“So, like this and like that—those are the facts, more or less.” Bill rattled off the whole story in one breath. His words came too fast and too thick; Sirian stood rooted, brain struggling to digest the torrent. He pieced it together step by step. “Wait—you're saying you and Vilan performed so well on the mission that Chief Rolf took you on as apprentices on the spot?” “Exactly. We're the Chief's apprentices now.” Bill put special…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sunlight filtered through the clean glass windows of the hospital, casting long, slanted shadows on the floor. Anya's gaze shifted toward Dailin, who was sleeping on the hospital bed, and she spoke to Sirian in a low voice. "I have to stay." Sirian nodded understandingly and didn't say much. He simply gave a brief farewell and left the hospital. Having stayed in the quiet of the hospital for too long, Sirian felt a strange nostalgia upon returning to the hustle and…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sunlight filtered through the layered leaves, cut into countless fine pieces of gold foil. Sirian lay on the hospital bed, squinting slightly, his gaze somewhat unfocused as he looked toward the spotless blue sky. "Ah—" He stretched his body forcefully. Over a month had passed since the torrential rain that nearly devoured Heer City; on that day of the downpour, Sirian had slain Dekar and thwarted his conspiracy. Perhaps the residual Power of…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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This was a slaughter between demons and demons, a fight that should have taken place in hell, but had now truly descended upon the mortal world. Sirian brandished his lock blade sword, turning into streaks of silver-white lightning. He left a series of dense wounds on Dekar's twisted, swollen, and deformed body, kicking up a pervasive mist of blood. The twin swords alternated nimbly in his hands. In an unintentional moment, he even switched to the rage flow revolver,…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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In the blazing sea of fire, a figure broke through the flickering flames and billowing black smoke, staggering to a halt. It was Dekar. His current appearance could only be described as wretched. Beneath his tattered rags were hideous wounds covering his entire body; on the hand tightly gripping the chain flail, several twisted and broken fingers hung limply. Broken bones pierced through his flesh, exposed to the scorching air and cold rain, as viscous blood dripped continuously,…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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