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

It was as if, by some carelessness, one had wandered into the film set of a horror movie, witnessing a fierce battle between iron and flesh monsters. Defenseless, they simply waved their steel or bone claws, attacking each other relentlessly.


The heavily ravaged hallways and wings of the villa were close to becoming ruins, with countless pieces of steel and iron filings constantly falling. Amidst the spreading fierce flames, the Centaur roared, its body swelling anew, muscles reviving and growing tougher.


Disregarding the cleaving of axes and chainsaws, it charged recklessly, and in a moment when the opponents were thrown off balance, lifted them and smashed them to the ground.


The Centaur laughed wildly, throwing punches as if driving stakes, and tortured the armor with its blows.


The gruesome wounds on its body closed at a visible rate, Bone Armor regenerated, but then, its head involuntarily tilted backward.


Chapter 132: The Long Night · 3_3