Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 400 - 43. Narrative-Level Civilization Basic Welfare

Chapter 400: 43. Narrative-Level Civilization Basic Welfare

[You have unlocked a new faction—Narrative No. 12: "Obliteration Sanctum"]

[Note: Narrative-level civilization factions require completing prerequisite conditions to unlock the faction template. You can increase your favorability with narrative-level civilizations to accelerate the process.]

[As a citizen of the "Obliteration Sanctum," you will enjoy the following rights:]

1. [Path Assistance]—Unlock advanced assistance; you only need to meet 50% of the conditions for each advancement task to advance;

2. [Shelter Authority]—Your personally developed territory will also be considered the territory of the narrative-level civilization, allowing you to enjoy the ’Inherent Time Domain’ of the narrative-level civilization.

[Inherent Time Domain]: The time flow in this area will not change due to distance and gravity, time will be unified with the homeland of the narrative-level civilization. In the inherent time domain, the speed of light is adjusted, and the time it takes to travel to any inherent time domain is fixed.

3. [Ascension Blessing]—The "Obliteration Sanctum" holds a total of 12 ultimate pathways under the [Precision], [Mysterious], and [Destroyer] pathways.

When you step into an ultimate pathway without a Chief God, convert to the ultimate occupation, and your level is greater than lv.300—you can choose to ascend to divinity and enjoy the blessings of faith.

Narrative-level civilizations will provide citizens with special missionary rights.

4. [Welfare Guarantee]—In the narrative-level civilization, full citizenship rights include:

Lifetime free education

Lifetime free healthcare

Lifetime free food consumption

Lifetime free energy

Automatic housing allocation

In case of accidental death, enjoy up to 15 cost-free revivals

years of tax exemption

5. [Faith Protection]—The "Obliteration Sanctum" will offer basic protection rights to devout believers of the ’Annihilation Supreme God,’ and if you encounter an attack and die outside the narrative-level civilization, the nearby Annihilation Priests will be notified to avenge you.

[Faction favorability unlocked]

[Current favorability: 76 (ordinary)]

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The transaction went smoothly, the Void Exchanger directly transmitted the goods through a passageway—though it charged a 1% handling fee, neither Li Aozi nor the Annihilation Priest paid much attention to it.

The Temple was wealthy and didn’t care about money. As long as time was long enough, with their powerful industrial chain, they could earn back any amount of ammonium gold.

Of course, earning a lot and a broken cash flow due to poor operations were not contradictory.

The two signed a trade contract, with Olavir as the supervisor. Li Aozi handed over the Spirit Maggot and received the prepayment of fifty thousand ammonium gold and the Elyei Spirit Race Bloodline Modification Potion.

"Pleasure doing business. Look forward to seeing you at the Pantheon soon."

Konstantin nodded slightly and disconnected the link.

"Phew, it’s done!"

Li Aozi was satisfied, storing away his transaction results and transferring some dividends to Olavir’s account—at least he had to pay back the money for the communicator.

To be honest, that money was not enough to give Olavir a dividend.

After all, Olavir got a commission of up to 2.3%, but he didn’t get to enjoy the interest part of the 30 million ammonium gold.

The Obliteration Sanctum and Li Aozi did not hire lawyers to supervise legal documents, yet both parties were very confident.

No one dared to owe money to a narrative-level civilization, and no one wanted to anger a narrative-level civilization, even certain [societies] had to weigh carefully.

The narrative-level civilization was the only entity that dared to hunt societies head-on. To other civilizations, they were the gods of the cosmos, immortal paradises, and eternal pure lands.

Olavir didn’t mind not getting the interest.

Because even so, he could still get 13.8 million in dividends.

This was not a small sum, but compared to the expenses of maintaining networks and his intelligence sources, it was not that significant.

Olavir had lived for thousands of years and was well-informed. This money, while not enough to astound him with Li Aozi, at least greatly changed his perception.

What he cared more about was the Radonuo Farm that Li Aozi had previously traded.

That was the true slow trickle, especially for Olavir—his lifespan was too long, short-term large capital influx was just like a one-percent rise in stock prices to the Longevity Breeds.

Currency could depreciate due to war, [society], disaster, overproduction, and it was never safe.

But Radonuo was different. This rare and secluded resource could either be used as a stepping stone to enter the market or cultivated in defense—it was his favorite kind of asset.

Now that Olavir understood, he realized something: Li Aozi was trying to win him over, specifically befriending him.

’A young man who understands narrative-level civilization’s culture well and knows about my species traits and preferences, interesting.’

He touched his glass-shard-covered chin, and his gaze toward Li Aozi changed.

Political asylum? Probably fake.

With so many resources at hand and able to navigate the chaotic orders of Valkyrie Fortress, how could he not survive in an illegal regime’s civilization?

If it weren’t for his tone fitting that of a young man of his age, he might have suspected that Li Aozi was some old fossil suddenly rekindling their youthful spirit, switching bodies to have some fun.

’There might be another force behind him. Spirit Maggot... I must look into that. It doesn’t sound like something from the Layer Abyss.’

If it weren’t from the Layer Abyss—Olavir’s thoughts were immediately opened.

Yes.

Li Aozi probably came from another Starry Abyss.

This would explain why he seemed young, well-informed, but had weak strength. If he ascended from a deep Starry Abyss or was a direct descendant of a powerful entity, these unreasonable phenomena would suddenly make sense.

’Li Aozi must have come from the second Border Abyss.’

This would also explain why Li Aozi faced the Kappa Rank strong of a narrative-level civilization with such composure.

Because his direct relatives might well be Kappa Rank beings, he was used to it.

Thinking this through, Olavir immediately cleared many doubts.

As a top intermediary at Valkyrie Fortress, Olavir was very satisfied with this deal; Li Aozi was a big fish, suitable for long-term interaction.

He patted Li Aozi’s shoulder: "Though many outstanding young people exist, you’re the first to impress me."

"No problem, one of me is enough for the universe."

Li Aozi casually responded.

"You are utterly unmodest."

"The humility of the strong is the greatest arrogance to the weak."

Li Aozi waved his hand:

"Clearly controlling most resources, yet putting on an ’I am nothing special’ act—that is the greatest arrogance."

This attitude made Olavir even more convinced of his viewpoint. He casually flicked out an information card and handed it to Li Aozi:

"This is for you. If you need to contact me and are out of the Void Communication transmission range, just find an electrical appliance, plug this in, and we can have a good talk anytime."

Li Aozi accepted the card without hesitation. The under half-inch information interface card.

Olavir, the task trader, would later become the most familiar person to the players. As a silicon-based lifeform, he naturally had information awareness abilities. In any electrical device or silicon-based lifeform in the Layer Abyss, as long as this exclusive interface card was inserted, a split awareness of Olavir could be generated on the spot.

Olavir had invested in many people in the cosmos, taking out this thing signaled his appreciation of Li Aozi’s potential.

"I still have other businesses to discuss; you enjoy yourself. Except for being unsafe and having high living costs, Valkyrie Fortress has no bad aspects—good luck, Li Aozi... hehe, I have a feeling you’ll stand out among the many ’Li Aozi’s.’"

He spoke no more, logged off immediately, leaving the silicon-based bartender to slowly raise his hand and pull out the signal receiver, calmly saying:

"It seems you had a pleasant conversation with the boss, Mr. Li Aozi."

"Olavir is a smart man; I like dealing with him."

The two spoke while walking out of the back hall, returning to the bar. The bartender began mixing a drink for Li Aozi, who inquired about intelligence while appreciating the unique circuit board bartending method of the silicon-based—unlike typical bartenders who used liquid lighters to melt ice balls, often leaving behind some unburned fuel smell, the silicon-based didn’t need that. Their neural circuit board slightly overloaded, generating heat, melting the ice ball quickly and perfectly mixing with the drink.

Thanks to the precise control of electric heat, the drink entered at just the right temperature, harmonizing the spicy alcohol and refreshing flavor, not numbing the taste buds due to overly cold ice but retaining the thorough coolness of the ice—a sip felt like swallowing a cold sun, incredibly stimulating.

Li Aozi swirled his glass, watching the blue and amber gradations flow like moving gold, suspended and purifying in space alongside the explosive and hypnotic PHONK music, the alcohol cruising through his veins making him slightly lost in thought.

It was as if he suddenly returned to the time when he first ascended to space in his previous life.

Back then, he had good teammates like ’Caramel Snail,’ ’Xiachong Yubing,’ ’The Dragon in the Text,’ and other old partners he had cooperated with across several versions, all met here.

They were all adults, drinking, chatting, playing cards, and punching each other in the bar when drunk. They had a great time.

They had even formed a guild back then to attract a group of people who only played melee weapons.

Those were truly happy times.

If it weren’t for later career pursuits causing them to part ways, their friendship might have continued, uncooled, undimmed, unfaded, unextinguished.

"Heroic Spirit Bar."

Li Aozi murmured:

"It’s said that in the Primordial Era, deities would choose God Embracers from mortals, guiding them on the path to ascension to resist societal invasions. Even if they died gloriously, they would be shaped into heroic spirits by the Pantheon, their will shining like gold in the supernova’s explosion, brilliant for millennia, eternal and immortal."

"Unfortunately, this is most likely false." The bartender regretted, "Our ’heroic spirits’ are just named so for trademark registration. But the drinks are good."

Out of sentimental attachment, Li Aozi intentionally asked a question:

"People say silicon-based lifeforms are the best bartenders and carbon-based lifeforms the best gourmets. Is there a species good at both eating and drinking?"

The bartender replied calmly:

"Escherichia coli."

This familiar joke made Li Aozi smile knowingly. He downed the remaining drink in one gulp and asked:

"What time do we set off tomorrow?"

"6:07 AM, Mr. Olavir has chartered a private jet, departs promptly. Mr. Olavir asked, are you sure you’re leaving just like that?"

"What else?" Li Aozi spread his hands, "I still have things to do, and time is not on my side."

"The boss sincerely advises: Liue is not easy to deal with. It’s recommended you hire at least one guard, otherwise..."

"Afraid I’ll die there? It’s fine."

"No." The bartender shook his head, "At least someone should bring the private jet back safely."