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

Shortly after Yi Lin had sent out the "U disk".


A figure slowly emerged from the darkness.


Their face was painted with the bizarre style of a game.


Those hideously split lips slowly curled into a wicked smile.


Some people even took advantage of the traffic peak to place small ads on Gotham BBS.


But any post unrelated to "Gotham criminals" almost instantly sank without trace, turning into a graveyard the moment it was posted.


—Pushed down by countless posts about the "Riddle Gentleman".


Yi Lin never imagined that he, unknown in the real world, had become top traffic in Gotham City.


"Next... get the final preparations done."


Yi Lin did not linger too long, like a diligent little bee, buzzing, quietly becoming a star of Gotham City's crime world for tomorrow.


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