The Empty City Shines On

On a foggy night that year, high school senior Zhao Kongcheng came face-to-face with something that shouldn't have existed in this world.

Someone stood in front of him with a chipped blade, turning their back on a stranger to shield him.

Only later did he learn that they were called Night Watchers.

No official positions, no social insurance, no way to get rich. The only benefit was a compensation payment if you died on the job. It wasn't much, just enough to buy vegetables for ten years.

From that day on, Zhao Kongcheng set foot on a road of no return.

His Forbidden Ruin was only B-rank. He had no divine blessing, no System, and no cheats of any kind.

All he had was a fighting style that gave no thought to his own life, a promise spoken with a hard mouth and a soft heart, and an old team badge worn pale with use.

Twenty years later, the gods came knocking, with hundreds of thousands of civilians still waiting to be evacuated.

He finished his last cigarette and stood alone at the entrance to the pass.

“Gods are forbidden from setting foot in Great Xia.”

A mortal's body, standing shoulder to shoulder with the gods.