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

"Tonight, Gotham will go mad with my fireworks,"


"The gentleman will arrive at the heart of the fireworks, plucking the laurel of the old Dark King."


Yet it seemed profound on first hearing it.


In the brief video, the Riddle Gentleman finished speaking the mysterious riddle, his lips pressed tightly together, revealing a barely noticeable hint of melancholy which was quickly replaced by a confident smile.


The "Riddle Gentleman" elegantly touched the brim of his hat and through the screen, performed a gentlemanly salute to every viewer watching the live broadcast.


The video from the "Riddle Gentleman" came to an abrupt end.


Justice Pan: "Show-off youth +3, hehehehe——"


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