Journey to the West's Revolver

Fu Qian gracefully removed his skull, as if a gentleman were taking off his hat to pay respects.
…
Everything began with a transcended-dimension invitation.
It's a story of a high-quality Thug turning the impossible into the possible.
Of course, on that day, the great being behind the invitation was still unaware of what it had done.

Facing an Ancient God for a Year

After Miyamoto left, the tent fell into a protracted silence.


"Could it be just empty threats to scare us into staying here?"


In the end, it was the Mediterranean Marksman who spoke first.


It was clear that he was very reluctant to stay here any longer.


"We can't rule out that possibility, after all, it's not apparent that they have such good intentions."


"But those guys today did seem to be coming after us."


Delin shook his head, his expression growing even more somber.


"I was wondering earlier... but now it seems this is the explanation; we are already the targets of a hunt."


"Even if we stay, our end might not be any better."


The Mediterranean Marksman couldn't help but speak up again.


"These people are clearly using us; they don't care about whether we live or die."


"Actually, there's another piece of information that I think you should know."


Seeing that the standoff was going nowhere, Delin looked up at Fu Qian.


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