The Global Alliance of Superpowers holds an emergency press conference, broadcasting a manhunt for an S-rank threat known by the codename “Divine Descent.”
At that very moment, Mo Fan is washing dishes in the cafeteria kitchen.
His roommate calls. “Holy crap, turn on the livestream! That guy looks just like you!”
Mo Fan glances at the screen
A satellite image shows him standing amid the ruins of an ancient martial arts clan, razed to the ground, with fifteen divine halos circling him.
Mo Fan hangs up without a word.
The next second, the cafeteria TV starts showing his wanted poster, with a whole string of zeroes after the bounty.
The woman in charge of the kitchen looks at the TV, then at him. “Hey, you look a lot like that guy.”
Mo Fan stacks the last plate and wipes his hands.
“Ma’am, I’d like to take the night off on the next full moon.”
“What for?”
“To turn myself in.”
