My Independent System
Eyes as crimson as blood, a flute clear and emerald green—one warrior rises, and songs resound across the world. Fairies accompany with their music, trembling the heavens themselves! The phoenix dances wildly, body surging, gripping a halberd, its hue as scarlet as blood, commanding awe in all directions, drinking deep from the veins of the myriad realms! Upon the boundless, ethereal horizon stands one figure, with a flute, a jug of wine, and a single draught. The man exudes authority; the flute sends forth a melody; the wine holds a thousand years of patience; the drink is as pure as the springs of the eight wilds. The music moves the heart, stirring even the heavens above.
My Independent System
In the boundless expanse of the universe, darkness reigned. Amidst the blackness, pinpricks of starlight glimmered. Here, countless planets orbited their central sun in endless repetition, and the people of Earth collectively called this place the Milky Way.
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Earth
Guanning City, Huaxia
It was already ten o’clock at night, yet the streets of Guanning City bustled with life. The darkness above and the lively scene below formed a striking contrast, and anyone here could hear the beat of drums and gongs, or see a large group of women dancing in the square.
Inside a house—
“Get back and defend the base! Damn it, those idiot teammates lost again. How could we keep losing all day? Are they targeting me on purpose?”
“Screw this, I’m done playing. Always losing, what a garbage game.”
Qian Mo roared at his computer in frustration.
Forget it. Why get so worked up over a game? It’s just a game, just a game… He took a long breath, finally feeling a bit better.
Patting his chest to calm himself, Qian Mo muttered reassurance.
Outside the house—
A streak of white light, like a meteor, flashed across the dark sky, within it a solid object sparkling with starlight.
Back inside—
Qian Mo lay in his room, gazing out the window. “How beautiful… It feels as if I’m drifting in the stars themselves. Nothing compares to this feeling—not even gaming.”
He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, when suddenly a white light stabbed through his eyelids.
“Huh? Why is it so bright? It’s blinding…” Qian Mo ope
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