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

At last, even the crying couldn't be heard.


Only a sound that seemed like the piercing scream of the dying suddenly burst forth, endlessly soaring before dissolving into the clanking of metal.


The spiritual material burned out, and the flame went extinct.


It was not until now that Ji Jue finally let out a sigh of relief, sitting down on the ground, his sweat pouring down like rain.


If it wasn't for the Non-attack's absolute control over spiritual material, there were several times when he felt he had completely lost control and screwed up. Losing control could either blow up the furnace, or blow himself up, or send himself, along with the furnace and a good half of the villa, soaring into the sky.


This is Alchemy, where the thrill is the name of the game.


Now, even the Melting Furnace had completely died out.


Chapter 129: Twilight Has Passed_4