Chapter 1

Black Flame Wind Valley, located at the edge of the Western Dark World, is constantly swept by bone-chilling winds, teeming with venomous insects and fierce beasts. It is the only passage between the Western Dark World and the outside, and is known as the death route for mercenaries.

Abroad, most mercenaries with status, power, and strength know of the existence of the Western Dark World, a paradise that countless mercenaries dream of. There, there are no laws, no regulations, and no influence from the world government, symbolizing freedom and power.

Every year, countless mercenaries attempt to enter the Western Dark World, but the vast majority of them die on the way, especially in the Black Flame Wind Valley, falling victim to the merciless snipers.

On the sheer cliff of one side of the Black Flame Wind Valley, a man with short golden hair and a black windbreaker stood straight in the bone-chilling wind. The last rays of the setting sun stretched his shadow long, creating a scene of loneliness and desolation when viewed from afar, alongside the pile of bones at the entrance of the Black Flame Wind Valley.

In his hand, he held an extremely old AWP sniper rifle, standing in the wind, gazing into the distance. His eyes, as dark as ink, emitted a glint of bloodlust and coldness.

He had come here a long time ago, waiting for a target to appear.

His name is Shitian, a sniper in the Western Dark World.

A sniper is not a marksman but a sniper assassin, a unique profession in the Western Dark World. They have their own organizations, powerful intelligence networks, and sources of employers. They rely on their strong sniping skills to effectively eliminate targets from a distance, earning their pay.

No one knows Shitian's real name or where he comes from, but one thing is certain: he is not a native of the Western Dark World.

Although Shitian is not a native of the Western Dark World, he is one of the fastest-rising stars in recent years, gaining recognition and immense popularity due to his powerful sniping skills and handsome, cold appearance.

In the eyes of others, Shitian is a cool and handsome role model, a dream idol for countless men and women, and is hailed as the most promising new star to enter the 108 Divine Guards of the Western Dark World this year.

However, in his own eyes, he is nothing, he has nothing, he is just a homeless wanderer, and killing seems to be his only pleasure.

He rarely speaks, and when he does, it is with disdain, for no one here understands him.

Standing in the bone-chilling wind, with the setting sun behind him, Shitian looked up at the distant pile of bones and then down at the old AWP sniper rifle in his hand. A trace of happiness and nostalgia appeared on his cold face.

It was a green spring, and they smiled and leaned on each other in the green fields. He gave her her favorite set of dark green military uniform, and she gave him his favorite classic AWP sniper rifle.

In the fields where swallows flew, he reached out and lovingly touched her face, which was filled with a happy dimple. He told her that he would always be by her side...

But... later, many things happened.

However, that happy, dimpled face has always lingered in his dreams, telling him that she would be with him.

To find her, he gave up everything, traveled across rivers and mountains, and traversed thousands of miles, only to receive no news.

By chance, he heard about this place and found traces of her here, so he came.

This cruel, dog-eat-dog world.

But in this vast world, he is too insignificant, and finding one person is no easy task.

So, he spent all his savings to gather information about her.

But with the high costs, he gradually could no longer afford it.

Thus, on that day, he joined the organization, became a sniper, and began to accept extremely difficult missions, dedicating all the rewards he earned.

Day after day, year after year, he doesn't know how many people he has killed, how many missions he has completed, or how many times he has faced life and death, but he has survived.

But the bright smile on his face has long since faded with time, and he has become increasingly silent, cold, and lonely.

However, when he is lonely, the AWP sniper rifle she gave him is always with him, but the pain in his heart never goes away.

That face filled with happy dimples has always been in his mind, never fading with time.

To find her and let her know he is here in this vast world, he had to become even stronger and take on missions that others consider suicidal to boost his fame, so she would know he has come.

Standing in the bone-chilling wind, he lovingly caressed the old AWP sniper rifle in his hand and whispered, "Swallow, I will definitely find you, definitely."

"Hey, buddy, is this the Western Dark World?"

At that moment, a voice filled with fatigue and excitement echoed in the vast Black Flame Wind Valley.

In the last rays of the setting sun, a man with short, neat hair, his face filled with longing and curiosity, appeared on the distant horizon.

Although his face was covered in dust and sand, it could not hide his delicate features and handsome face. His tall figure was wrapped in a tattered camouflage military uniform, but it could not conceal his determination and resilience.

In his left hand, he carried a tattered camouflage military backpack, and on his right shoulder, he carried a tattered camouflage sniper rifle. His face was filled with a bright smile, looking so sunny.

His name is Lan Feng, from the ancient Huaxia, who crossed the dangerous Amazon, traversed the turbulent Nile, and crossed two continents to come here, the starting point of his dream.

Hearing this voice, Shitian calmed his complex emotions, slowly raised his head, and fixed his gaze on the figure. His dark eyes flashed with a piercing cold light.

The young man smiling and greeting him was his target for this mission, the one he was to eliminate. He had received the information and had been waiting here for a long time.

In the next moment, Shitian suddenly raised his AWP sniper rifle and pulled the trigger at Lan Feng on the distant horizon.

"Bang!"

The sharp sound of gunfire suddenly rang out, and three sniper bullets, carrying intense killing intent, sped towards Lan Feng on the distant horizon at an incredible speed.

This was their first encounter.

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