Dark King
Catastrophe erupted, it was the end of the world. Survivors were surrounded by the impregnable wall, a new order was established... The desire for power, faith, and darkness pervaded each other, layer upon layer of brands imprinted in every corner of the heart. The virus wreaked havoc, were these humans' true colors? "I unexpectedly survive, I want to live." –Du Dian
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Editor: GSD
The people began to cheer when Dudian stepped onto the high platform.
Dudian looked at the crowd. He knew that it was the key moment in the establishment of the 'steam' faction. He took a deep breath: "First of all, I will to an introduction. MY name is Dean and I'm 16 years old this year. To be more accurate I'll be 17 after the black snow season. I know that some people will look at my age and think that it doesn't make sense. But Mr Smog was only 19 years old when he painted the 'Mirror Saint'."
"Mr Eliott was 14 years old when he composed the great 'Moonlight'."
"Mr Curtis was only 28 years old when he wrote 'Art of warfare'."
The crowd was quiet as Dudian talked.