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Mo Xiao slowly regained consciousness in a desolate mechanical ruin. His head ached intensely, and his memories were like scattered sand, impossible to piece together.
 
The pungent smell of rust filled the air. Twisted metal debris all around was emitting wisps of smoke.
 
What made his blood run cold even more were the monsters wandering among the ruins.
 
They had strange figures, some like a grotesque fusion of machinery and flesh, emitting low - pitched roars.
 
Mo Xiao curled up in fear, not knowing where he was or why he was there.
 
However, the instinct for survival quickly calmed him down. In this perilous place, he clenched his trembling fists and decided to explore his own background and the truth behind this apocalyptic world.

Table of Quiet Sky

Table of contents

Volume 1