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

Damn, she dodged and hurt her back again.


The old lady was about to explode with anger, a fierce murderous intent flashed in her murky eyes.


But the next second, the dark shadow landed about a meter in front of her.


"Sorry, I'm old, not as strong as I used to be."


Only then did the old lady notice a piece of clothing not far from her.


She moved towards the clothes excitedly, step by step.


As she picked them up, the attributes of the clothes appeared before her eyes.


[Description] Don't overthink it, it's really just a piece of clothing, wearable.


The clothes were new, with no strange smell, adorned with blue and white stripes, the style... tough to describe.


But the old lady still happily slipped it on over her body.


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