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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Her Eyes Glowed—And So Did My Heart
That moment her irises turned emerald? I gasped so hard I choked on my snack. The lighting, the slow zoom, the way he froze mid-sentence—it’s not just fantasy, it’s *emotional warfare*. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? proves ancient beings still know how to drop jaws. 💚🔥
He Tried to Point. He Failed.
Bro raised his fist like he had a plan. Then the vines dropped. Then he blinked. Then he smiled like ‘Wait, is this flirting?’ Classic male energy in a silk robe. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? isn’t about immortality—it’s about surviving your own charisma. 😅
Bath Scene = Plot Twist Delivery
One second: tense vine standoff. Next: rose-petal steam bath, her in crimson gold, him stunned in white linen. The cut was *savage*. No dialogue needed—just smoke, light, and that look he gave her like ‘Did I die and wake up in a dream?’ What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? knows how to pivot from chaos to chemistry. 🌹
Her Braids Had More Drama Than the Script
Every braid twist held a secret. Every leaf in her hair whispered plot points. She didn’t need spells—her accessories did the talking. When she crossed her arms, the whole set leaned in. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? reminds us: true power wears silk, sequins, and serious side-eye. 👁️🗨️
The Vine Trap Was a Mood
When the green vines wrapped around him, it wasn’t just magic—it was *betrayal* with floral flair. His wide-eyed panic? Chef’s kiss. Meanwhile, she stood there like nature’s CEO, arms crossed, unbothered. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? more like ‘What, A 3,000-Year-Old Siren?’ 🌿✨