Scholar In A White Robe

This is a game of deities.
This is a fallen world.
This is an endless voyage.

Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope.

"I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. 

He points a single finger toward the distant stars.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

The Divine Throne Of Infinity

Just as Xu Zhiyong was about to make a throat-slitting gesture, his hand suddenly stiffened.


He couldn't help but give an embarrassed smile; making such a gesture in this context was somewhat inauspicious.


But Gu Sinan coldly cut off Xu Zhiyong's words.


"In other words, this killer, whose age, gender, and identity are unknown, is not only skilled in assassination, but also has combat abilities far exceeding our initial estimations," she said.


"A killer proficient in cold weapons…"


"A killer skilled in close-quarter combat…"


Does such a person exist in the database?


In this era, it's not that there are no people skilled with cold weapons, but in the database, those who could be called "proficient" are definitely in rare company.


The outlaws still at large are all sharpshooters skilled in various firearms.


After all, firearms have too many advantages over cold weapons.


Chapter 022 Aunt Gu, Are You Sick?_1