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

"Two versus two, huh," the masked man murmured softly, his voice indistinguishable with emotion through the mask and the fine drizzle.


Was he disregarding me, the esteemed Cybertron Gentleman?


But Oda Mai, having held back for several days, was a bundle of fiery flame in her sword, her heart, and the insides of her thighs—she couldn't hold back.


After effortlessly blocking White Cat's deadly high heels, Oda Mai felt the force feedback on her scabbard, and even without calculating, she could gauge the opponent's attributes from experience.


Different from Yi Lin and the masked man's encounter, Oda Mai didn't engage in small talk, nor any pleasantries or introductions, she simply charged in and started slashing with her sword.


Chapter 443: I Really Don't Have Many Output Skills (6400 Words for Monthly Ticket)_3