Amidst the hustle and bustle of a tavern that stood gracefully at the edge of town, under the dazzling moonlight above the endless desert, a mysterious man, known by the moniker "Moon of the Desert," sat with a sharp gaze. "I believe there is information here," he murmured softly, his voice nearly drowned out by the surrounding noise. His name, Moon of the Desert, was fitting; like the moon illuminating the darkness, he traveled in search of the truth hidden behind a veil of mystery. He had received a special assignment directly from the king: to search for any signs of the existence of gods around their kingdom. On the other side of the table, a dialogue between two figures caught his attention. A bald man with a piercing gaze and a man with a relaxed demeanor and long stature were engaged in a discussion. "You know, in the middle of the desert, some people have seen storms," said the bald man, his voice low but clear. "Isn't that normal?" replied the long man, his eyebrows raised
In the middle of the desert's nocturnal silence, Lucas turned his attention to Vadam and Midam, the enigmatic twin girls harboring secrets. Breaking the stillness, he inquired, "Vadam, Midam, may I examine your Qi flow?" Lucas had been on a solitary quest for elusive knowledge for over a month, seeking answers that eluded him. Driven by his search, he proposed a direct examination of the twins, known for performing miracles that left no trace of Qi—the vital energy that he suspected should be at the heart of their abilities. Vadam, facing Lucas, met his gaze with eyes that shimmered with an unspoken depth. Her response was a gentle smile, subtly signaling her consent to his request. Unbeknownst to Lucas, his interactions with the twins had kindled in both girls feelings of love towards him, despite the brief nature of their acquaintance. Without hesitation, Vadam disrobed and turned her back to Lucas, who had positioned himself in a meditative pose, sitting cross-legged on the dese
The sand breeze whispered amidst the silence of the desert, heralding an air of anticipation, as if foretelling that the day was poised for a momentous event.In the heart of the kingdom, within the walls of a grandiose palace, the atmosphere brimmed with tension. The king, standing solemnly on his balcony, gazed towards the distant horizon with a furrowed brow, his expression a mix of anger and impatience.For what seemed like an eternity, he had been awaiting news—news of the elusive deity he believed could be the key to resolving the crises facing his realm, and news of his kingdom's cherished Heavenly Dancer, who had mysteriously disappeared without a trace."No news yet?" the King demanded, his voice heavy with irritation, directed at his advisor who stood loyally by his side."No, sire. Despite our exhaustive search, the whereabouts of the Heavenly Dancer remain unknown," the advisor responded, his tone laden with regret and disappointment."And what of the Moon of the Desert? H
Lucas stared out at the emptiness of the desert that stretched out before him, the silence pierced only by the sound of his own footsteps. He paused for a moment, staring at an unusual object in the distance—a ruin that looked alien amidst the silence.The ability to sense souls had led him to this place because Lucas had detected the presence of millions of souls below. Something was decidedly odd here."What is this world again?" he muttered, as his footsteps crunched on the soft sand.However, the result of his stomp was unusual, with sand shooting up into the air like an explosion, clearing the thick sand pile around it.Suddenly, a hole formed beneath him, revealing an entrance into the ancient ruins.Without hesitation, Lucas stepped inside, walking through the dark passages that held the mysteries of ages past. His eyes, adept at seeing in the darkness, scanned a place that had probably been untouched for tens of thousands of years.Lucas halted, sensing something extraordinary
Moncik stood tall, his imposing figure cast in shadow by the black mask that concealed his face entirely, save for the glint of his eyes piercing the darkness. Beside him, two figures, one male and the other female, known by their codenames Blue Rat and White Rat, shared the space. Tension radiated from them, a palpable force in the air as they adjusted to the surge of energy they had just received from Moncik. This energy infusion marked their entry into a new echelon of power.Moncik, who had ascended to the fearsome pinnacle of cultivation known as the "True God" realm, exhibited a rare smile. He had just imparted a portion of his formidable power to his subordinates, signifying their promotion. "Blue Rat, White Rat," he announced in a voice both heavy and calm, "you have now ascended to the realm of the Domain Master.""Thank you, boss," they responded in unison, their loyalty to Moncik unwavering. He was not just their leader but the revered head of the Hell Rat assassins, a grou
Lucas approached the ruins with steady steps, his eyes intently focused on the figure known as the White Rat. The woman, positioned amidst the rubble, appeared cautious of Lucas. Given their history, where she had narrowly escaped death in a previous confrontation with him, her wariness was justified."Lucas... finally..." she began, but her words trailed off unfinished.In a swift motion, Lucas seized the White Rat's arm, catching her off guard. It was already too late for her to evade; she hadn't anticipated Lucas's remarkable speed.Her surprise was evident, not just from the sudden grasp but also because her other arm, freshly severed by Lucas's earlier attack, was still bleeding."Damn it! What are you doing?" the White Rat exclaimed, panic lacing her voice."That should be my question," Lucas retorted, his tone icy, indicating no interest in a dialogue with the woman known as the White Rat. With a powerful thrust, he flung the White Rat into the air. She sailed across the sky, h
In a secluded valley, the air was filled with the sounds of buzzing and explosions. Amidst this chaos, the Blue Rat moved with agility, telling himself, "I must hurry!" as he observed the ground beneath him disintegrating. With a remarkable leap, he escaped just as the ground where he had been standing collapsed.Lucas, poised and serene, lifted his hands towards the heavens. With a calm yet forceful tone, he invoked, "Heavenly Thunder." The sky responded instantly, unleashing a torrent of lightning aimed at the Blue Rat.This battle was intensely fierce. Lucas appeared to wield boundless power, fresh from a confrontation with a woman known as the White Rat, and now engaged in combat with a man bearing the title of Blue Rat."I hope you don't perish too swiftly," Lucas declared with a snort, his enmity towards this cabal of assassins deep and unyielding.The Blue Rat, gasping for air, evaded each assault. "This is impossible," he whispered, narrowly avoiding another lightning strike t
In the midst of the silent battlefield, Moncik and Lucas stood face to face, with the few steps between them feeling as though they spanned thousands of kilometers. The air around them vibrated, laden with a tension so thick it was almost tangible. "You, how many people have you killed?" Lucas asked, his expression one of anger. Despite his wariness, he was acutely aware that the man before him was unlike any adversary he had faced before. "Hmm, I've lost count. But the last one claimed to be the Heavenly Demon," Moncik responded, his tone seemingly designed to pique Lucas's interest. Lucas was taken aback. How could he not be? The Heavenly Demon was the same man who had previously fought to a draw with Lucas. Lucas had been convinced that the Heavenly Demon was lurking somewhere nearby, and now, the man in front of him claimed to have killed the Heavenly Demon. In that moment, everything clicked for Lucas; all the pieces fell into place, leading him to one inevitable conclusion.