Jogador Recarrregado
A noite eterna se aproxima, o campo de batalha está prestes a chegar. Deuses caem, cem demônios vagam pela noite. Você pode se colocar à frente do palco e anunciar ao mundo a chegada da nova era, ou pode se esconder nas sombras, observando friamente a luta e sobrevivência dos outros. Libere sua mente, abrace seu destino. Este é um jogo absolutamente real; aqui é o campo de batalha da Terra.
Jogador Recarrregado
Early morning, beneath the parasol trees.
The sunlight is gentle; a soft breeze brushes past, setting the green leaves a-flutter and casting dappled shadows.
A short-haired boy in a blue-and-white school uniform leans against a tree, nibbling on a steaming seaweed rice ball, gazing abstractedly at the shimmering surface of the canal ahead.
Li Sheng, seventeen years old, a sophomore in high school.
Like many his age, he had often fantasized that there was something hidden and extraordinary about him, waiting for the right moment to manifest.
Regrettably, it is an ordinary world, an ordinary life.
The gravity of reality is heavy; no owl has arrived with a Hogwarts acceptance letter, no invitation from Cassel College has appeared, and his long-lost parents did not pass down any bloodline limits or superhuman genes.
That’s right, Li Sheng is an orphan, living with his aunt’s family.
According to his aunt, seventeen years ago on a winter day, she had just opened her front door when she found a cradle sitting there.
Inside the cradle was an infant clutching an envelope. The envelope contained Li Sheng’s name and an apology from his father for intruding upon his sister’s life. Accompanying this were two hundred thousand in cash at the bottom of the cradle.
Two hundred thousand might have been enough to raise a child elsewhere, but Yin City is an expensive international metropolis. With the costs of clothing, food, housing, and transportation, that money was spent within a few years.
Growing up, Li Sheng attended
