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

The sudden shift in demeanor actually made the armed onlookers freeze, stopping just a short distance from Li Erpang.


Li Erpang lifted his head, his profound gaze... indiscernible because of his squinty eyes.


He squeezed out a clump of fat at the corner of his mouth, resembling a mysterious smile.


He stretched out his arms, took a deep breath, and in front of everyone, he let out a long, heavenward howl!


"I, Erpang Porters, the Black Swan Man, reign supreme over Gotham tonight!"


No one noticed that Li Erpang was pinching a small and exquisite... detonator in his hand!


A terrible earthquake, along with a shocking heatwave, radiated from the first floor of the WXYZ Radio Station, spreading out in waves in all directions.


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