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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Skeletons Don’t RSVP
When the ceiling cracks and skeletons drop like bad party guests—*chef’s kiss*. The white-robed guy just crosses arms like ‘yep, this again’. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? turns mythic horror into dark comedy gold. 💀✨
Her Hairpiece Has More Drama Than She Does
Gold phoenixes, dangling beads, *one tear mid-choking*—her headdress tells the real story. While he glows purple, she’s already mourning the plot twist. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? weaponizes aesthetics. 🪶😭
The Rock-on Gesture That Saved the Realm
He raises a fist—not to fight, but to *rock on*. Skeletal army incoming? Cool. Purple aura? Whatever. That finger-point? Iconic. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? knows epic needs irony. 🤘⚡
Love or Hostage? The Ambiguity Is the Point
Hands on her throat, then cradling her head—same hands, opposite intent. Is it possession or protection? What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? thrives in that gray zone where romance and ruin wear matching robes. 🌫️❤️
The Red Robe’s Secret Smile
That smirk from the silver-haired one? Pure chaos in silk. He holds her like a prize, then whispers—*what if he’s not the villain?* What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? flips tropes with every embroidered flame. 😏🔥