Bai Xiao descended, lifting his head to not only see the bizarre and magnificent world but also the professional modifier he had downloaded before crossing over. "Drain all experience from my sub-occupations, 'Biological Mecha Master', 'Mystic Explorer', 'Special Hypnotist', transforming it into one million potential points, all enhancing my main occupation, 'Fighter'!" "I... have obtained the golden ultimate occupation, 'God of Martial Combat'!" The largest urban agglomeration in the world, a night of torrential rain. On the ground, countless Killing Ghosts and Fighters fought to the death, while hordes of metal Mechas and Biological Armors exploded and self-destructed. Blood and flame intertwined, plunging everything into primordial violence and chaos. Atop a high tower, Bai Xiao stood silently amidst the rainy darkness, like a stiff and terrifying statue. His crimson eyes looked down below, restrained yet bloody, cold yet hiding madness. He leaped down with his trench coat wildly dancing. The God of Martial Combat descended upon the final battleground! A cold voice echoed across the city skyline. "Next, I will kill everyone present! If you have the ability, try to stop me..." A modern city of extravagant luxury, an era of entertainment and consumption supreme. Beneath seventy years of peaceful façade, lied another mad and bloody Inner World. Fighters, masters of their martial traditions, and Killing Ghosts, controlled by combat modes, engaged in a frightful, relentless slaughter. Metal Mechas with terrifying energy and Biological Armors extracted from monstrous cells commenced a brutal struggle between old and new technologies. In this era infested with machinery and altered by external entities, to proclaim the power unique to humans might be an unimaginable romance...
The shorter man directly pulled out a pack of black-wrapped cigarettes from his chest.
While talking, he took one out and lit it for himself.
"Hey, give me one too, the smell is making my heart itch."
The taller man smacked his lips, looking eager.
"Damn, remember to pay me back tomorrow, these Black Cloud cigarettes are expensive."
The shorter man carefully pulled out one, handing it to the taller man. The taller man put it in his mouth, slightly bent over, and leaned in to light it with a lighter.
Click, the door of the guard booth was suddenly yanked open from the outside.
Both men were startled.
The shorter man's hand trembled, almost burning the taller man's chin.
"Fuck, who the hell..."
The taller turned his head to curse, but his swear words abruptly stopped.