Outer Space.
The old monk recited the true words of Zen, his faded monk robe fluttering without wind. Chains formed from Zen symbols wrapped around his arms and waist. His drooping eyes were dim, as if he had exhausted all his cultivation, and his words thundered:
"Severance!"
"Empty the Room!"
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Sci-fi / Mature
LitRPG: My Unique Talent Is Fate Hints
LitRPG / Adventure
LitRPG: Every Attack Gives 1 Permanent HP
LitRPG / Sci-fi
Global Stat Points: I Maxed Out Attack Speed
LitRPG / Urban
LitRPG: I became the God of Mining
LitRPG / Xuanhuan
After the World Became a Game I Chose Black Talent
LitRPG / Mature
Myth Invasion: I Kill Gods on Earth
Urban / Comedy
Global Panic: The Gnoll That Farmed the World
LitRPG / Urban
God-level Assassin, I'm the Shadow
LitRPG / Urban