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

Some even had their chests brutally punched through, leaving bloody holes.


Su Xiaosu and Zhu Yun'er instantly became emotionless killing machines, without the slightest hesitation.


As they began their merciless slaughter.


Rows of small text began to flood Su Xiaosu and Zhu Yun'er's vision.


[Killing a "Good Citizen" of Gotham City, Evil Value +10.]


Zhu Yun'er, while shaking the Ancient Sword, glanced at it unintentionally, nearly bursting with anger.


What's with this measly score, like the leg of a mosquito?


The total on the "Evil List" is a whole one million!


In other words... does this mean killing... one hundred thousand people?


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