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In the year 2025, the Iron Curtain of the "Abandoned Sword Order" has shrouded the city for ten years. Under the neon and dust, Guwu has become a dusty taboo.
Lin Qi, a man with old wounds embedded in his ribs and a lifeless look in his eyes, is hiding in the underground tomb of an abandoned factory. Every morning at five o'clock in the morning, he wakes up the long sword covered with dust on time, dancing in the broken neon light seeping through the broken window. The blade cuts the empty air, like chiseling the iron shell surrounding the world.
Until the reckless young apprentice Xiao Wu broke into the silence. When the hot blood accidentally splashed on the ancient bronze sword named "Sacrifice Life", the hilt sucked greedily, and the rust spread like a living thing. Deep in the shadow of the basement, a thick iron door barely covered by a pile of gears quietly cracked a gap - the sticky darkness squirmed silently inside, exuding the decaying chill of rust and ten thousand years of mold.
The bloody motto from ten years ago screamed in my mind: "Nine numbers are exhausted, and the blood feeds endlessly. The sword is perfected, and it also enters the devil's way..."
Lin Qi knew that the sword had tasted the blood circulation. The thing behind the door woke up. The hunters of the "Breakwater" organization, like hyenas that smell a fishy smell, are approaching following the bloody and unusual movements.
The burning enthusiasm in the young man's eyes, the silent hunger of the evil sword, the eternal coldness seeping out from behind the crack in the door, and the dull pain like tearing an old wound under his ribs - Lin Qi stood on the edge of the abyss, holding the sword. This time, is it the murderous intent surging outside the door, or the darkness inside that is about to swallow everything? Or... Is it his own soul that is being corroded, assimilated, and dragged towards the abyss?
