What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?
Giles Baker is the grand founding patriarch of the Azure Abyss Sword Sect. For three thousand years, he remained stuck in the Energy Refining Stage, unable to establish his Foundation. Time to find some gifted ladies, for dual cultivation might just do the trick. Will he get to build his Foundation in the end?
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When the Fallen Hero Tries to Hold a Scroll… And Fails
The black-and-red wounded character clutching that scroll like it’s the last hope in the universe? 💔 His trembling hands, blood-streaked face, and desperate eyes—this isn’t just pain, it’s betrayal incarnate. Meanwhile, the white-robed one stands serene, almost amused. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? turns emotional whiplash into art. That slow-motion fabric flutter? Cinematic gold. I cried. Twice. 🎬
Purple Aura ≠ Good Vibes
Let’s talk about the purple aura: beautiful, menacing, and 100% unstable. Every time the white-haired one channels power, the floor cracks, skulls levitate, and the ceiling screams. It’s not magic—it’s trauma with glitter. 😈 What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? uses visual excess to mirror inner collapse. Also, why does he keep smiling mid-rage? That’s not villainy—that’s *trauma bonding*. 🔥
The Crown Says It All
Two crowns, two fates. One ornate, silver, serene—worn by the calm strategist. The other, gold-and-black, dripping tassels and sorrow, worn by the broken rebel. Their headpieces alone tell the whole saga. When the black-robed one gasps on the floor, that crown barely holds together—just like him. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? knows accessories are narrative weapons. 👑💔
He Dropped the Red Robe Like It Was a Bad Decision
Plot twist: the grand summoning ends with the red robe *discarded on the floor* like a failed identity. The white-clad one steps over it, unbothered, holding a tiny red charm. Symbolism? Absolutely. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? understands that power isn’t in the cape—it’s in the choice to walk away. Also, that final smirk? I’m dead. 💀🔥
The White-Haired Villain’s Meltdown Was Too Real
That moment when the red-robed antagonist summoned skeletons and a banner with glowing runes—pure chaos energy! 😳 His hair flying, eyes wild, yet somehow still elegant? The contrast between his theatrical rage and the calm white-clad protagonist is chef’s kiss. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? nails the ‘overpowered but emotionally fragile’ trope. I’m here for the drama, the lighting, the *skeletons on chains*—yes, please. 🦴✨