
by Renture
In the shimmering, cold metropolis of the Western Paradise, the gods have traded their incense for Sanskrit microchips and fiber-optic divinity. After a final, bloody act of rebellion, Sun Wukong is stripped of his godhood and cast down into the acid-rain-soaked ruins of the Mortal Realm—the Scrapyard of History. But the Heavens forgot one thing: Legend never truly dies. It only needs a restart.
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