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

"My dear Bob, today is certainly not April Fool's Day, so cut out the jokes."


"If I weren't so bored, I wouldn't bother coming here."


"Hey..." the officer, sipping vodka with bleary eyes, chuckled, "Too bad, I heard there was a murder near Robinson Park; oh my gosh, I haven't heard of a crime in Gotham City for 20 years! My gun and my bird are both itching for action."


"I heard there were two female 'criminals' in the Burnley district too! Hehehe... I heard they killed quite a few people."


"Bob, if it weren't for you, this damn guy calling in a robbery, we could have joined in the hunt for those 'brazen criminals'!"


As they spoke, they burst into laughter again.


The smoking officer stamped out his cigarette butt on the ground with force and asked seriously.


"Nonsense! How dare I joke about crime! This is Gotham!"


Chapter 110: Riddle Gentleman Appears!_3