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"Did you hear that? The mortals at the Bureau call this an 'Apocalyptic Class Anomaly.' That amateur on the rooftop, with its tens of thousands of newly grown eyes, calls it a 'Higher-Dimensional Miracle.' ...But in my eyes, the lines of these pieces of trash are drawn far too bloated, far too rigid. It's simply filthy..."
Skyscrapers grow like cancer under the irrigation of cyber neon, while beyond the light, the madness of across-dimensions reality corrodes the city piece by piece. When a multi-story tower disappears into an absolute black hole overnight, the world screams in terror.
The Bureau of Anomalous Affairs brandishes its heavily rusted scalpel, torn between total eradication and corrupt mystical containment. Yet, amidst the fleeing, weeping crowds, one silhouette walks in reverse.
White hoodie, dark round sunglasses, and a maniacal, twisted joker grin.
Yingdu. A terrifying anomaly himself, belonging neither to light nor shadow. He obeys no laws, fears no gods, and cares nothing for human survival. Armed with the sapphire crescent blade [Blue Soul] and the gravity-shattering [Soul-Locking Chain], he enters the bloody battlefield for one reason only-as a morbid artist, he is here to trim the ugly, distorted lines off his "canvas."
For the universe is his blank page, and chaos is his absolute masterpiece.