[Multiple Heroines] [Harem King] [Dual Cultivation in Medicine and Gu] [Pure Fluff] [Ice] [Moon] [Cyberpunk] [Bionic Humans] [Eye Arts] [Magic]
The neon sky screen above is the burial shroud of the Old Gods, welded to the heavens. No one knows which Titan made it, and no one dares to ask. The only thing anyone knows is that each time it flickers, it devours some fool who doesn't know their place. This is an era where the remains of gods coexist with cybernetic steel, yet three paths have locked humanity's way to the top tight. At this point, someone can't help asking: Is there any way to solve this?
There is, brother. There is.
1: Decipher the runic seals buried deep in your DNA, and you can steal the authority of the gods.
What if you don't have that talent?
No problem. You can offer your soul to a demon and gain the power to tear apart the starry sky. But the price is steep: you'll spend the rest of your life as a hound in chains.
2: Some reject divine gifts and demonic contracts, tempering their flesh with a tyrant's will to become pure warriors. Their fists shatter mountains and rivers, their feet trample mechs, and the strongest can even summon ancient spirits to possess them, using mortal bodies to strike down an iron tide.
3: Archmages are the most unusual of all. They peer into the source code of the world's fundamental laws, weave arcane arts, reverse gravity, summon falling stars, and even tear time apart, causing their enemies to age three hundred years in three seconds. Those who stand at magic's pinnacle are revered by the world as Fateweavers.
When frost and moonlight descend, and the dormant throne burns once more, who can break free of the sky screen's grasp? And who can become the king who rises above gods and demons and brings the myriad races to heel?
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😍So pretty
I feel like the words and pronouns look weird