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

Like pulling up a radish, countless shattered spiritual circuits were yanked out!


The Melting Furnace, the Spiritual Storage, the defensive mechanisms, the weapons, the armor, and even the Puppets...


As the five fingers contracted, explosive sounds cracked continuously, and a torrent of spiritual essence burst forth from the fractured Melting Furnace, only to be hungrily devoured by the colossal hand!


The craftsmen's wails and screams echoed across the world from within that raised palm.


Blood spurted from between the fingers!


From the start of the battle to now, in less than half a minute, the first participant had exited.


Now, before all the combatants, Ji Jue's final creation was unveiled!


"——Who says a workshop doesn't count as armor?"


In the silver-glowing core of the Ten Thousand Hands Vortex, two hands tightly clasped slowly rose, unfurled, revealing a sinister seat like a cockpit, with a craftsman atop it.


Original text: Chapter 286 Persimmon and Hand_2