It was a dark, windy night, with clouds stretching for thousands of miles. Flames blazed like a festival bonfire, and the air bloomed with the scent of white phosphorus and ash.

On such a fine night, with such beautiful scenery and festive cheer, Jiang Xuan suddenly felt wonderfully at ease, as if New Year had come early. A large number of enemies, any one of them being capable of killing him a dozen times over if he slipped up, were standing right in front of him, yet his mood was so wonderful he felt like he could take flight, and his body felt impossibly light.

He felt like he had become that grinning young man from a certain game, looking down at the perfect hand. Hmm. Ancient Scimitar, Wine, Iron Chain… and one Strike card[1]…

And so, unable to hold back any longer, he threw his head back and shouted, “Now this is what I’m talking about!”

Jiang Xuan laughed wildly. The heavy machine gun in his hands spun faster and faster, bursting with a terrifying blaze of light powerful enough to pierce holes...