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

Li Erpang suddenly lowered his head and patted his belly.


Li Erpang suddenly had an excellent idea.


It was thrown into complete turmoil by a puzzle from the Riddle Gentleman that no one could solve.


Everyone knew about the Riddle Gentleman's puzzle.


After getting out of the hospital, James Gordon suddenly regretted not having taken a picture of that damned guy at the top of the Clock Tower.


Perhaps he should have just shot him without a second word?


Even if he issued a wanted order now, he could only describe a black tailcoat and a gentleman's hat.


Such attire, in Gotham City, was the standard outfit for many male nobles when flirting, if not in the thousands, then in the hundreds. In the vast sea of people, it would be very difficult to single out the "Riddle Gentleman" based on this alone.


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