Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 201: In the K region, I have my fiancée!

Chapter 201: In the K region, I have my fiancée!

The secretary scuttled away, tripping and crawling out of the office. Soon after, dressed in a crisp suit uniform and looking every bit a Frost Plated Elite, Malis Gamos Grante pushed open the door and walked in.

"What is it you wanted to see me for, Your Excellency?"

Despite being father and son, Malis felt no affection for his biological father, who had ruled the nation for two and a half centuries. Among the numerous wives, concubines, and children of the Duke, nobody could surpass his throne. After outliving generations of crown princes, no one harbored any human concern for this immortal Sovereign.

The Duke slowly straightened his nearly three-meter-tall body, which could only slump in the massive chair. His huge eyes stared at his 34-year-old son and said in a deep voice,

"When will you be able to advance to the Gamma Phase?"

"It’s still a long way off." No sooner had Malis spoken with his hands in his pockets than an invisible force yanked him off the ground, and a layer of Bai Shuang quickly covered his skin.

His biological father sat on the throne, his blue eyes not reflecting Malis’s existence.

"You’d better hurry." The Duke’s voice echoed like a sound from a deep valley, mixed with the tones of men, women, old and young. He remained still, but Malis, a Beta rank, felt as though his brain was nearly frozen.

This was a nearly 300-year-old Gamma rank expert, who had long suffered from hypoxia and osteoporosis, and couldn’t even manage to stand, but with just a glance, he could kill him.

Malis struggled to open his mouth, but no words came out. By the time he realized what was happening, he found himself 400 meters away in Sulut Palace Square.

Spectres... The Duke had crudely summoned Spectres to possess him and take him out.

Malis felt a chill of sheer eeriness. He bent over slightly, and just as the thought of retching crossed his mind, he saw a profound slit open in his stomach. A wisp of mist, dragging a shadowy trail, instantly took shape before him. His father’s voice arose directly in his heart:

’The Spectres will supervise your continued training. By any means necessary, you must reach the Gamma Phase before the end of the year.’

As soon as the voice finished, the mist dove back inside him.

"What a joke... advance to the Gamma Phase?"

Malis staggered a few steps and his face paled at a visibly rapid rate.

He had no desire for power; on the contrary, having witnessed the Duke’s diseased lifestyle from childhood, he was filled with fear of the Gamma Phase.

The reason Frost Plated allowed the Duke to maintain control over the Duchy was precisely because he was enduring pain and torment, and only the special medications and a unique life-sustaining system provided by Frost Plated could offer Gamma rankers a normal living environment.

Frost Plated needed a proxy, someone who would obediently follow their arrangements for a long time, and provide Frost Plated with honey and milk with the sweat and blood of the Grantians.

The Duke was more than willing to trade away the entire country in exchange for the means of survival. Malis did not want to repeat the Duke’s mistakes, to become a deformed monster, and more importantly, being more pampered than the Duke, he found pain even more intolerable.

The Duke intended not for him to rule the country but to drag him into the mire while escaping the pain and fleeing to Frost Plated.

"I have no choice now... Damn it, how can I become a Gamma rank by the end of the year? But if I fail, he will surely kill me."

Malis felt terrified. As an Expert at playing with souls, no matter how old the Duke became, letting a Spectre replace his consciousness and use his flesh was an effortless task.

He didn’t want to die, nor did he want everything he had to be taken by a ghost. Perhaps even after death, he could be turned into a Soul Device or transformed into a Spirit Monster by his father, who was a Shaman, and never find peace.

"No, I must seek the Frost Plated People; at this point, only Frost Plated can save me."

Malis lacked the courage to challenge his father’s authority and Strength. He could only seek help from Frost Plated. As long as he showed loyalty and made them hurry to remove this immortal monster, whatever happened happened, even if it meant conscripting the Grantians to fight in their wars.

He hurried out of Sulut Palace, boarded his hovercar, and instructed the driver,

"To the Frost Plated Embassy, quickly! I have an urgent matter!"

However, the next moment, a large hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

"I know you’re in a hurry, but listen to me, don’t rush."

His body stiffened, and the next moment, in the rearview mirror of the car, he saw a handsome man slowly materializing next to him, informally slinging his arm around Malis’s shoulder he casually said,

"Don’t be in such a hurry, Master Malis. No matter how urgent you are, death is inevitable."

By the light, Malis recognized the man’s face and exclaimed in astonishment, "You, you’re Li Aozi!"

"Oh boy, Master Malis, you look at Snake Clear’s website too." Li Aozi clicked his tongue and said, "Don’t be afraid, I have some questions for you."

"Forgive me for not being able to trust you, it’s just that your reputation is too notorious. As a GTB fugitive, I’m truly scared."

Li Aozi was nonchalant,

"Is that so? Suit yourself, but I assure you, as long as you behave, I won’t hurt you."

Son Malis quickly raised his hands in surrender. He had just been threatened by his father and the Spectres and was now very afraid of death.

Given Li Aozi’s extraordinary charm and good reputation among the people, he instinctively felt that Li Aozi would not deceive him.

"Smart man."

Li Aozi chuckled:

"No need to look for the driver. He’s probably sleeping in a trash bin, and the sanitation workers will wake him up tomorrow morning. Now I have a few questions for you, and you must answer truthfully."

Malis nodded, "I will comply with your wishes."

Li Aozi gave a nod and shouted forward, "Banam, drive the car!"

"I won’t get involved in your mess!"

Banam, who was sitting in the driver’s seat, retorted, and instinctively put the car in gear and stepped on the accelerator; the hovercar started up, ejecting flames from multiple ports, lifting the car off the ground. Under Banam’s control, it quickly sped through the streets toward the suburbs.

"Buckle up your seatbelt."

The capital was still under curfew at that moment, but since it was a vehicle belonging to a relative of the Duke, no one dared to intercept them. Banam pressed the accelerator all the way, racing over the scorched streets, and Li Aozi’s interrogation thus began.

"Ask away, I won’t resist," Malis said, tossing away his phone and safety tracker to show his cooperation, even willingly handing over his personal gun.

—The man in front of him wasn’t just breathtakingly beautiful; his way of killing was equally startling.

Malis didn’t want to die, not at all, so he yielded without hesitation.

Li Aozi was somewhat surprised. He had little respect for such cowardice deep down—both were Beta Rank; take Du Zexin, for example. That Mechanic charged without flinching, and then there was Malis.

Recalling the information that Malis was also a Martial Artist, Li Aozi really struggled to keep his composure.

But since the other party was so afraid of death, the interrogation would be convenient.

Malis had seen Li Aozi’s file, and his staff officers had told him that Li Aozi had courage but no strategy. There was nothing to worry about; he believed the Frost Plated Government could handle everything.

Malis also thought: Just someone from the Frost Plated People who didn’t even attend college—at most, he had some combat strength, but he probably wouldn’t ask any sensitive questions.

"I’m looking for Judge Alicxia Yimanuel Justin," Li Aozi said calmly. "Where is she?"

This sentence made Malis’s composure vanish instantly.

"You must be mistaken. Did you mean Pardon Master or Sin Inquisitor...?"

"No, sir, I know you heard me, you understand everything; it is indeed who you’re thinking of."

Li Aozi’s tone was very calm, but the content made Malis feel as if a cruise ship was pressing on his chest.

’How could he know? We all pass it on by word of mouth; he shouldn’t know this! He must be bluffing, but his tone and eyes don’t lie...’

Could there be a mole?

What a joke. Only he and the Duke should know about this.

Would the Duke betray such critical information?

Leaking the Judge’s identity would be as terrifying as giving out the nuclear codes.

Malis’s heart skipped a beat, he felt almost suffocated, and cold sweat continuously broke out on his forehead. His face shifted from shock to panic and then mixed with some fear. Finally, he looked dreadful, staring at Li Aozi for a whole ten seconds before incredulously saying:

"You actually know about the Judge, how could you know the Judge and even remember her real name... This shouldn’t be, you Frost Plated People, no, this is a matter of the old era, how could you know such things?"

"That?"

Li Aozi said as if it were the most natural thing in the world:

"According to the Huang Dujuan Blood Pact, I am her fiancé. Does that reason satisfy you?"