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King Taste Of Your Tears

King of China

The story is set in a bustling and dark modern city, where high-rise buildings and busy traffic are the convergence of wealth and power. However, underneath the city's glamorous exterior lies an intricate network of forces. In the underground world, gangs are constantly fighting for territories and interests, smuggling drugs, controlling casinos, collecting protection money, and doing all sorts of evils, causing ordinary citizens to live in fear. The business world is a battlefield without smoke, where major conglomerates fight for market share, monopolization of resources and business secrets by any means necessary, with staggering capital operations and power deals behind the scenes. The powerful and noble class collude with each other, utilizing the political resources and connections in their hands to manipulate the direction of the city behind the scenes, and their decisions affect the fate of countless people. Ancient family legacies and mysterious martial arts sects are also quietly hidden in the corners of the city, these families and sects have a long history and deep heritage, they master unique martial arts skills and mysterious power, follow the ancient rules and traditions, quietly inherited in modern society, but also inevitably be involved in the world of strife. In this world, money, power and force intertwine with each other and check and balance each other, everyone is fighting for their own goals and interests, and together they build an arena full of opportunities and challenges, crisis and hope.
Daoistmr4Z9Q · 2.5K Views

Crimson Tears Of The Divine

Amidst the sea of fallen comrades, their lifeblood staining the earth, a solitary figure rises above the carnage. He stands atop a gruesome curtain of death, his longsword an instrument of divine wrath. In its gleam, one could sense a challenge to the very gods themselves. We were fools to face him; my comrades paid the price in their own flesh and blood. A desperate realization claws at my mind – a realization that I must escape this blood-soaked field and bring dire warning to the holy excellencies. I looked at my remaining comrades they instantly realized what I was thinking. They must know of this relentless force, this harbinger of doom. I looked at my comrades and as I turn to flee, fate intervenes, and our eyes lock in a moment of eerie connection. He looked at me and my comrades with his crimson red eyes. He swung his sword towards me. Why is the world upside down? I thought. Then I realized that my head was cut by his crimson sword. Time slows to a crawl as I find myself caught in the deadly dance of his blade. I see the malevolence in his eyes, a reflection of the abyss that has claimed so many. He cut through my comrades without batting an eye. The red moon casts an ominous glow upon the battlefield, and his crimson silhouette, now moving away, becomes a spectacle against the crimson canvas. With an inexplicable calmness, I embrace the darkness. As he strides away, the embodiment of destruction and beauty, I can't help but smile like a fool. Amidst the ruins and the echoes of my demise, I whisper to myself, "Beautiful!" - a final tribute to the twisted elegance that accompanies the brutality of this merciless crimson devil.
CelestialMountain · 2.6K Views
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