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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Blood & Butterflies: Her Last Stand
She bleeds from the mouth, eyes glowing emerald, fingers weaving death-light. In *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?*, her sacrifice isn’t noble—it’s raw, messy, and *so* human. The embroidered butterfly on her bodice? Still fluttering as she falls. 💔🦋
Vine Trap = Relationship Test
When the vines bind him, it’s not just a spell—it’s a metaphor. He struggles, she gasps, the white-robed duo watch like awkward wedding guests. *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?* turns combat into cringe-comedy therapy. Nature *does* judge. 🌿😅
The Cauldron Scene: Steamy & Surreal
Three people in a giant pot, steam rising, one still wearing a crown? Only in *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser!* The absurdity is intentional—this isn’t healing, it’s *negotiation*. And yes, that’s a turtle shell on his back. Priorities. 🫖✨
His Final Scream: A Masterclass in Overacting
Eyes rolled back, foam dripping, claws raised—this isn’t defeat, it’s *performance art*. In *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?*, he doesn’t die quietly. He exits with volume, chaos, and zero dignity. We stan a chaotic neutral legend. 🎭🔥
The Turtle Shell Guy’s Tragicomic Arc
That armored dude in *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?* isn’t just comic relief—he’s the emotional pivot. His vines, his scream, his *foam mouth*… pure tragic farce. You laugh, then wince. The green aura? Not magic—desperation. 🐢💥