Moonlight Breeze

After the world's annihilation, it was rebuilt.
Upon the edge of a perilous cliff, skyscrapers rose anew.
Those called the Chosen thrived behind the scenes of reality, walking in the shadows of history, wielding extraordinary powers, and receiving admiration and reverence.
Some say they are fated by destiny, one in tens of thousands.
Yet Ji Jue has no interest in such destiny.
He only wishes to one day, see the scenery that lies beyond destiny.
'...'
The chronicler paused the pen here, looking at the greasy-handed mechanic: 'So, this is your reason for disrupting the international order, trafficking forbidden weapons, funding subversive organizations, inciting a polar war, and plotting to secretly rule the world?'
'It's none of my damn business!'
Ji Jue rolled his eyes, 'I'm just a damn mechanic!'

Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

What else can this ghostly thing, tainted with the breath of the Nine Evils after its mutation, be used for other than harming people? Protect world peace?


To do such conscienceless deeds, you cannot let children see it. Otherwise, what if it affects Ji Jue's image of being "magnificent and great"? Even if it doesn't, what if he writes in that notebook, "Ji Jue is very economical, never wastes, and even uses the bodies of enemies to make bullets"? Wouldn't that be terrible?


"Now is the time for you to exert your final heat, old pal."


Ji Jue rubbed his small hands, a gleam flashing in his eyes.


Next, let me show you the true strength of Ji Jue— the genius craftsman.


His right hand made a pressing motion towards a pile of wreckage, and then:


As the saying goes, the most precious materials often only need the simplest treatment. Having been busy preparing for a whole day, Master Ji began making bullets for the enemy.


Chapter 129: Twilight Has Passed_3