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

"No wonder you chose 'firearms' as your weapon, it turns out you're just a support-type with no real offensive skills, huh? Now that your companion is entangled with mine, your skills are useless, right?"


"Or is it... you don't have enough Psychic Points?"


"Hmm, I never thought you'd come here alone to take on an Agility-type alone. If it weren't for the time constraint, I'd actually like to have a bit of fun."


The first three sentences were spoken by the man in the mask.


But the last sigh was not from the masked man.


Under the "Big Scarface" mask, the man's expression froze.


I haven't even sighed yet, what are you sighing for?


Yi Lin's sigh suddenly gave him an ominous premonition.


After sighing, Yi Lin nodded thoughtfully and said softly, "Yes, if it weren't for the time constraint, I'd really like to have some fun."


The masked man immediately realized it was something serious.


Chapter 443: I Really Don't Have Many Output Skills (6400 Words for Monthly Ticket)_4