Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 307 - 120. [Letter] Secret Society_2

Chapter 307: 120. [Letter] Secret Society_2

Moreover, even if it didn’t erupt enough, its lifespan was infinite. Could you outlast it?

The existence of the Secret Society puzzled me greatly. If its citizens were this powerful and had such a distinct trait of deadly poison (the key was the poison; without that Ether Blood, I could have slain that White Knight even without using gravity), it should have been documented by the Qiqiao Network.

At the very least, there should be eyewitness accounts from players, right?

At present, it seemed that the Secret Society used some form of ether substance as a medium to transform humans into the citizens who were professionals and granted them extraordinary abilities, intent on dismantling real society from within and ultimately consuming civilization.

The Secret Society itself was referred to as ’Gaia,’ ’Secret Mother,’ and so on. This seemed to be its name, but it sounded odd to me. Gaia... this wasn’t a name from any language I had encountered, neither from the Azure Star nor from the Federation language of my past life.

In the entire cosmos, the Secret Society might be an extremely dangerous cosmic predator. It definitely wasn’t from the Starry Abyss; I was sure of that.

The stronger one was, the more negative the effects after submerging and resurfacing in the Starry Abyss. The Secret Society wouldn’t risk resurfacing here.

Of course, there was another possibility: it was currently in the Sixth-Layered Starry Abyss—the Primordial Abyss, so there was no need to resurface. What scattered outside were just some of its citizens.

That was the only place players and officials couldn’t step into.

For the rest, let me think.

Speaking of which, I accidentally obtained some data from Narrow Space Mirror. She said in the phone that her mentor unintentionally inhaled natural ether in his early years, transforming his entire body through secrecy and becoming a modified human, wandering alone in the Outer World for two centuries.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t a Luca Type C3 Alien.

The Secret Society only took Luca Type C3 Aliens as citizens, but according to Narrow Space Mirror’s mentor, it wasn’t just about being one; there needed to be a certain quality, an actual quality required for a professional’s growth.

Professionals had some connection with the Secret Society. The Secret granted them abilities and provided ’enlightenment’ at the right times to help them develop their own abilities.

Narrow Space Mirror told me that professionals within the Secret Society were directly influenced by Gaia’s will. She would accompany the increase in the concentration of the professional’s ether blood, continuously bestowing knowledge and extraordinary abilities upon you.

Fortunately, the citizens of the Secret Society also used a reforging system—the Reforging System to divide their strength. Finally, something I knew. Thank the heavens.

All society citizens required ’reforging’ to enhance their physical strength in the material world. Each reforging would significantly enhance their power.

From the first to the final reforging, there were ten times in total. The final reforging was considered equivalent to Omega-Level strength. Society claimed to have at least two thousand final reforging-level individuals—a real joke. The total number of Omega Level individuals in the entire cosmos was probably less than ten thousand, with ten percent being too old to fight anymore, and seventy percent having to submerge into the Starry Abyss to avoid being targeted by society.

Less than a thousand remained, who were truly members of the Omega-Level civilization, and they were all rookies, inexperienced and wet behind the ears.

If society indeed had so many citizens who reforged ten times, the cosmos would have ended long ago.

Therefore, I figured the actual number of final reforgings was at most ten, and I even suspected it wouldn’t exceed five because the promotion of society citizens was much harder compared to civilizations on the Starry Abyss side.

Narrow Space Mirror mentioned that professionals incorporated into the Secret Society’s system would quickly fade in influence once dead. Mortals would be unable to remember any deceased professionals, even their own blood relatives and friends.

That’s good; I very much looked forward to taking down Youhe Lai.

Every time I mentioned the Secret Society, I felt a blockage in my heart, like a natural gas that just needed a spark to explode.

I loved babies. The more I loved babies, the more I despised the Secret Society—truly strange. Although it was my first time learning of it, it felt like harboring a long-standing grudge.

Sometimes, I began to wonder whether my past life’s memories had been tampered with. I even felt that my transmigration was orchestrated, someone behind the scenes pulling the strings.

Saying this might sound conspiratorial, but I could feel it. Starting from the Secret, many things didn’t match my memories.

Like Nomi.

Nomi was merely a passersby character in the original plot, serving as a temporary teammate. No one ever dug out her real identity.

Then there was Alicxia. Shortly after she defeated the Duke, the Becaliria System would malfunction and backfire. Initially, she was supposed to become a mortal in the previous week.

Yet she didn’t; she could still lift a bus and judge criminals using the judicial system.

Also, the Pseudo-Humans. Pseudo-Humans didn’t seem to have a fear of fire in my past life. We just killed them outright; they were weak, but the harm they caused was significant.

Then there was Du Zexin... he had changed a lot. As a long-term NPC, his plot and personality should have been thoroughly explored, with no reversals.

What was he confiding in me about?

All of this made me feel eerie. I even thought that, perhaps, everything I experienced in my past life was just a game, and the current world was real.

There was no Secret in the game, but there was in reality. There was no high-level Dragon Race merchant Glina Swirl in the game, but there was in reality. I could blow up planets in the game, but in reality, I was just an ordinary little streamer...

Enough, enough.

Everything I had was not fake.

But then, how to explain my ability to communicate with players and the changes in the real world stemming from me?

I was a bit worried, concerned that someone was secretly pushing everything behind the scenes, or as Du Zexin said, I was just scared of everything beyond my comprehension—afraid of everything I couldn’t dominate.

But if there was a mastermind, what would they desire?

I wasn’t the best professional player, nor was I the most famous streamer. Even though I was in the top tier, I was still an ordinary person.

If my transmigration was influenced by some force behind the scenes, I truly didn’t understand what was special about me.

What did they want me to do?

I didn’t know.

If I had to say what was special... it might be this body’s name.

This ’Li Aozi,’ I mean the name sounded awkward, and it wasn’t easy for the Azure Star people to pronounce either.

Special enough for everyone to call me by the wrong name.

And ninety-nine percent of the time, they would mispronounce it as this:

——Leoz.