Master Yi

The silver patch on Karen's chest was burning again. That is proof that we are being swallowed by this world. The dragons said it was a curse; the elves' fragments said it was a shortcut to the throne of God. In order to survive, he had to hold on to the rag called the Hengding Star Instrument in his hand and play a gamble on "magic" in the cracks of the eight continents. In the Auri Imperial Capital, the seventh prince is sharpening his sword and intends to get his hands on the throne. In the shadow of the pillars, Isabella's fingertips traced the map of everything, laying out a bloody chessboard for him. Thousands of miles away, the morning coast. Vivian is throwing gold mines into the Vientiane Bag. She wants to use the torrent of gold coins to drown all the nobles who stand in the way. One is the most unfathomable secret son of the empire, and the other is the empress of the richest and most enemy country in Chenxi. They were all waiting for Karen's choice, waiting for him to sound the death knell of the old era with the stick of truth in his hand. When the celestial phenomenon of the sun falling against the sun comes, when the angry waves of the sea clan shatter the defense line, when the shadow of the frost giant covers the silver moon. Karen finally understood that the so-called "enlightenment" is the underlying logic of this world. Knowledge deduce all things, magic crystals reshape rules, and resources illuminate the truth. As for the silver-grey spot that keeps eating away at him? He smiled and lowered his frosty gray hat, covering the twinkling stars in his eyes. "Who said that the one being eroded can't be a hunter?"