My entire life, without regret!
Though it's still early, the way Fu Qian stepped out of the school gate seemed to stretch his shadow infinitely like there's a sunset.
The gears of destiny are bound to turn on an otherwise ordinary day.
And in just a moment, you'll find that you can never return to your former self, even your name– wait, what should the name be now?
Fu Qian's steps, almost accompanied by background music, suddenly stopped, and he furrowed his brow, a crucial question came to mind.
The note didn't say whom it was for, there seemed to be no name card on him, and the task description didn't even mention it.
To this day, the warehouse's efficiency index has made no improvement.
But it doesn't matter, to become a Hunter of Divine Beings, one must sever the past.
With a cold snort, Fu Qian lowered his head and looked at what's in his hand.
The brass key, symbolizing the call of destiny, was shining brightly under the light.
