Outside the safety zone, under a thicket of Ligustrum lucidum trees, spread-eagled in an unladylike manner,
Xu Shu stuck his head out from a damp, soft mud hole, patted the dirt off his body, his gaze deep as the abyssal sea, filled with an indifferent attitude, sneering at the huge city walls not far away.
"This is the power of a Divine-level..."
"I feel like I can now flatten the entire Wasteland with a slap!"
"But in reality, I'm just a Second Rank weakling, in this post-apocalyptic age where life is uncertain, my strength is still too weak."
Xu Shu slapped his face, snapping out of his reverie, not confusing fantasy with reality.
Every time he experienced such legendary strength, he felt genuinely aware of his own insignificance.
In front of him, the Tai Chu Scroll rustled as it turned, producing lines of golden script:
"Calculating your legendary achievements..."
