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

A fireball roughly one meter in diameter was unexpectedly being supported in the hands of a mere human, as if it were magic from a novel, grandiose and immense, causing all nearby Apostles forced back by the heat wave to stare with widened eyes.


How could such a fearsome skill appear among the Second-level Apostles!


Some began to suspect that this shouldn't be within the abilities of a Second-level Apostle.


More likely, it was some kind of one-use prop.


"Kill the scum who throws faeces everywhere!"


"If he doesn't die, we in the Apostle Circle will live our lives in constant unrest!"


"Swear to utterly kill the scum who throws faeces!"


All Apostles, their momentum tremendous.


Along with that fireball, as if their hopes had been ignited.


The sight of faeces flying through the sky was simply too shocking, too terrifying.


Chapter 163: Always at the Last Moment (Please Vote for Monthly Ticket!)_1