Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 385 - 030. Step into the grand narrative

Chapter 385: 030. Step into the grand narrative

"You’re really bad at this, can’t even fix a pond properly. Want me to do it up for you?"

"Look, Leo, I’m not saying anything but although your name’s a bit tacky, you’ve got killer looks. If I had you, why would I need to wear clothes? I’d just go out and show off my pure, unblemished body on the main street."

"As the old saying goes in our dear Falysia—’if it’s art, don’t censor it; if it’s poultry, don’t let it out.’ With a body like yours, if you got caught, it would just mean the police don’t appreciate art."

"What’s this thing? Can I actually use it? I reckon it might be good to eat. Come on, Leo, show me what you’ve got."

In front of Zaniya, Mr. Leoz, who had been a streamer for eight years, was like a child.

He had no idea what kind of civilization Falysia was. After all, in the cosmos, there are civilizations that can travel through spacetime and still choose to engage in close combat with swords.

But he was certain that if that Divine Sword was used for streaming, Leoz would be outcompeted to the point of starvation.

Just bringing the sword along to the transport node, its spirit had already performed countless highly abstract, hardcore maneuvers.

In the absence of a physical form or audience, Zaniya suddenly suggested, "I’d like to see what you’d do. Burn some mana and let me come out for a stroll."

Leoz didn’t refuse.

Then, the first thing Zaniya did when she came out was try to take off Leoz’s pants.

"Cheapskate!"

Zaniya pouted and muttered:

"You’ve got me in the palm of your hand, and you won’t even let me see your pants."

"Aren’t you a man?"

"Yeah, so what are you afraid of? Why won’t you show me?"

As she spoke, the sword in Leoz’s hand lit up with a deep red arcane glow:

"There, I’ve shown you my most mysterious power—let’s see yours."

"See your sister! I’m gonna use you to unclog the toilet today." Leoz said grumpily as he gave the middle finger.

Zaniya immediately deflated and said in a low voice:

"Sorry, my bad, please don’t do that."

After calming down for a while, she suddenly said:

"Do you think there’ll be shrimp in the toilet? If so, I could accept that."

"You’re really shrimpy, you know that? Go to hell!"

Leoz flicked the sword, and the Sword of Destiny Awakening immediately tore through space and into a separate semi-plane.

The great thing about a divine artifact is that you don’t need to worry about losing it; it’s bound for life.

For Leoz, he couldn’t afford to let Zaniya out haphazardly anymore. This sword spirit had made him extremely uncomfortable.

The path to another transport node wasn’t far from the ruins where they landed. Before leaving, Leoz went to check on Yawen.

.........

Site 10-98-1.

When Leoz arrived, he could tell that something was different.

Firstly, many of the monsters in the area had been cleared away, and a path had been made—probably Yawen’s doing.

Secondly, Leoz sensed that some kind of magic formation was set up nearby, supernaturally concealing the exact location of the ruins. With his current magic knowledge, he could tell that the arrangement was of an advanced level.

He didn’t care too much about Yawen’s past; her current mental state was more troubling. Her extreme denial of her own existence combined with a dependent attachment to Leoz was clearly not normal. It was likely that war or some event had greatly traumatized her.

Speaking of Yawen, it brought him to her father, David Lyn. He wondered if Frost Plated would move to oust Madeleine from power earlier, given the continual shocks he had brought.

The David Lyn Faction had historically been quite active with people at its heart who maintained contact. As soon as David Lyn got out of prison, he began to take over the faction’s affairs and mobilized the army to plot the ’6.30 Coup’, seizing the presidential throne.

However, David Lyn was too weak; he didn’t kill Madeleine and chose to imprison her instead, which gave the Frost Plated conservatives the chance to rally their base.

Yawen was not a known figure in history, which suggests she might have died early.

At one time, her life or death was just about a Talent carrier for Leoz. But now, he thought she was somewhat nice.

For nothing else, he just casually mentioned that the site should be used as a forward base, and Yawen started to seriously clean up the beasts and the path and even set up a shielding measure. The security was well taken care of.

It would be impossible not to like someone who paid attention to details; everybody does. But to have her as a long-term teammate, Leoz thought better of it.

He had seen enough friends die around him.

However, after entering the ruins, Leoz found he worried unnecessarily.

The rubble of the ruins was cleared away immaculately. Yawen, a girl from Frost Plated with a rare delicate touch, thoughtfully refurbished the plants, turning it into a tidy garden. She had also built a greenhouse, where she cultivated potatoes, loofahs, and grapes.

If one looked past the dilapidated ruins and the energy sphere of the transport node, it was just like a simple farmhouse.

Yawen was not there; she must have been out working. Leoz went into her tent and found a coat lying on the table with a tag left with Yawen’s neat handwriting:

"LP-09-Coat/Finished Product—For Leoz."

"I might not always be home. If you come back during your free time, please take it. Studying alone on an alien planet with no one to buy you clothes or remind you to change seasons is just too pitiful."

"If you need anything, feel free to leave a note here—tell me what you want, I do have a bit of sewing skills."

—Yawen Heskixin

Li Aozi put down the note and picked up the clothes: it was a beautifully tanned leather jacket, with a dark blue base color matched with radiant white stripes of purity. The interplay of light and dark was visually striking.

Yawen had also designed a pattern on the back: a shield, overlaid with crossed anchors and swords. The overall color scheme, using black and white associated with aeronautics, was filled with a distinct interstellar technological hue.

The "Eye of Truth" subconsciously activated appraisal— The result amazing, it turned out to be a piece of fashion.

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[Costume Name]: LP-09 ’Pilot’

[Quality]: Practical

[Introduction]:

"I only wanted to give it to you."

Woven from materials of spacecraft grade, perhaps inspired by the tailor’s experience with cosmic travel.

She was evidently aware that this garment was custom-made for a certain individual, as every aspect of its appearance catered to their body structure. The interior pockets of the jacket were very discreet, allowing you to carry multiple magazines, magic scrolls, flying daggers, grenades, and other items.

From a fashion standpoint, the blue and white combination was also full of tension. If black and red symbolize tyranny and autocracy, evoking shock and awe, then the choice of blue and white represented edginess and youthful sentiment—she clearly understood the wearer’s taste.

For the tailor, it was a piece where practicality far outweighed the display of skill—Moreover, this fashion piece seemed to possess special abilities.

When the ’Pilot’ was worn by a specific person, its pockets’ actual capacity would be slightly different... Perhaps, it could even fit something as large as a refrigerator, or an anti-material sniper rifle.

[Remarks]: Exclusive to Li Aozi

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"... ’Being a student on an alien planet, you have no one to buy clothes for you, nor remind you to change with the seasons, that’s truly pitiful.’"

Li Aozi turned his head, deliberately expressing disdain as he spoke:

"Who are you looking down on? Miss Yawen, aren’t you also alone? Why are you being sarcastic? Pot calling the kettle black, isn’t it?"

Despite his verbal disdain, Li Aozi still put on the jacket. It was extremely lightweight and didn’t hinder his movements at all. The stand-up collar design was exactly to his liking, with meticulous attention to detail on the trims, making it very comfortable to wear.

"However, this does seem to be the first time someone has given me a gift specifically."

Throughout his travels, although he had received many gifts, most were obtained by Li Aozi himself, taken or demanded from others.

Yawen was indeed the first one to give him a gift out of concern.

This felt strangely unfamiliar... After traveling for half a year, the number of people around him had actually dwindled.

Li Aozi grabbed a note and left his own message:

"I came by, received the jacket, thank you, it’s beautiful, I like it. I will need summer clothing in the future—Li Aozi."

After writing, Li Aozi paused for a moment.

Although he had always been inept with words, wasn’t this note a bit too terse?

[Was I always like this before?]

Li Aozi pondered subtly, as a blue light intermittently brightened in the depths of his eyes.

[...Yes, I’ve always had this habit.]

Without any doubt, Li Aozi left some money for Yawen; she might need it someday. As for communication, it shouldn’t be hard for Yawen with her ability. Giving money directly was more practical.

"This isn’t an outfit I’m taking for nothing. This is the deposit for the next one."

Muttering to himself, Li Aozi turned and left.

.........

Rustle rustle.

A graceful figure gently touched down, with eight blade-like appendages piercing into the ground, providing a stable support for her posture.

’Mr. Leoz... has left.’

She spoke lightly, passing through the shrubbery, as her [Zhu Luo Mesh Net]continued to operate, spinning spiritual threads into a dense network underfoot.

The moment Leoz stepped into the woods, she had sensed him, the spiritual threads conveying his appearance, strength, and aura.

Leoz had become stronger and more beautiful, that was nice.

She lifted her arms where upon her burning pink skin, enchanting scales flourished.

Her eight spider-web filled eyes immediately dimmed.

’It’s my fault. I’m neither beautiful nor strong. I can only help him this way.’

If Leoz saw her in this form, he would certainly be frightened, wouldn’t he?

No, rather than fear, it was also possible that, he would instinctively strike her down with a single sword slash.

If that were the end, it wouldn’t be so bad, but Leoz wasn’t that kind of person.

Leoz would realize it was her, hesitating to ask, ’Yawen? Is that you?’

Then, he would know her true identity.

’I don’t want to be... so ugly in your eyes. I can be a monster, but I refuse to be one in front of you.’