Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 418 - 57. Sequence 77 - [Calamity]

Chapter 418: 57. Sequence 77 - [Calamity]

The child didn’t do his homework, so I beat him.

The beaten child felt resentful and went to beat up the cat.

The cat howled in pain and knocked over a flowerpot on the balcony.

The flowerpot hit me as I was leaving for work.

After my death, the child had no one to look after or protect him, and ended up having his kidneys and retinas harvested, dying a tragic death.

In this series of events, some attribute these actions as being the result of negative emotions accumulating and ultimately turning to harm the initiator.

In reality, it was purely bad luck.

Having so many factors come together and causing a problem concurrently is, to begin with, a rarity.

It’s much like how, despite most of the universe being uninhabited, there always seem to be people who believe that the emergence of civilizations is the norm.

Every mistake that has a chance to happen will occur if repeated enough times.

All luck is probability, and as long as there are events that can be attributed to chance, they can be tackled through mathematics.

But Arcane Energy is different.

Arcane Energy, especially Sequential Arcane Energy, from the very start, is a mandate left by the creator, like the source code of programming, fundamentally altering rules and laws.

Li Aozi raised his hand and a completely different world unfolded before him.

Unlike the feeling of a hemispherical field when manipulating gravity or seeing combustibles ignite and explode rapidly due to molecular heat movement when controlling flames,

Through "Calamity," he saw everything connected by myriad threads.

"This Arcane Energy... it’s so difficult to use!"

Energy was rapidly depleting, and Li Aozi’s spiritual power was plummeting as well, and if he had a head at that moment, his face would surely be deathly pale.

In just a few seconds, "Calamity" drained forty percent of his Mana, and he would have likely collapsed on the spot if not for the passives of "Magician" and "Mountain Armor," which allowed him to recover in time in cosmic space.

But the effects were also obvious.

He raised his hand and lightly touched Liue’s body in the Void, and the ill fate accumulated on her burst forth in succession.

Liue was in flight when suddenly, a particle traveling at hyper-speed, ejected from the distant Sun, hit her left forearm’s radius bone.

At the moment of impact, her arm instantaneously necrotized, with the radiation from the protons destroying her double-stranded DNA. Old cells were unable to replicate, while new biochemical cells mutated into cancer. Several of her auxiliary Arcane Energies went offline due to the chaos in her super gene pairing.

"Damn it!"

Liue quickly severed her arm and pulled out a backup Implant Gear arm from within a Spacetime Ripple.

However, as she activated her personal space, something unbelievable happened.

Poison fog.

A green poison fog, continuously released from the fault in her personal space-time. A touch from Liue’s arm, and it was tinged with a hint of green, causing the Implant Gear’s connection to go offline immediately.

"Damn it, the high-pressure fluid chamber is leaking!"

Bang!

Despite Liue’s continuous attempts to restart the Implant Gear and establish a connection, out of nowhere, she was hit by a meteorite and sent flying like a rag doll, crossing hundreds of kilometers. After she reprogrammed her Implant Gear, the warning lights finally lit up again.

Liue clicked her tongue and turned over.

Just as she stood up, the sense of foreboding looming over her vanished into thin air.

At this point, her distance from Li Aozi had far exceeded the limit of sight, and the two communicated through gravitational waves. Liue asked directly:

"Do you have Arcane Energy of probability?"

"Perhaps it’s Fate," Li Aozi calmly answered.

"The creator rolls the dice, but Fate cannot be predetermined."

Liue flicked her hands, and the blades of Echo lit up on the backs of her hands;

"I underestimated you, kid. You can try to wield these two mandates... but I don’t think such responsibilities should be borne by the young."

"So?"

Li Aozi raised his hand, and from the ripples in the Void, he slowly drew out Zaniya.

Inscription Saint Swordmaster

The ominous shadow of the Evil Ghost expanded instantly to fifty meters tall, with the Samurai armor and the Purple Flame Katana he held appearing lifelike, even the scars on the armor were clearly visible.

The significant enhancement of the Main Attribute and the advancement in Hierarchy also strengthened Li Aozi’s application of Arcane Energy.

Liue raised her weapon.

"I don’t wish for the young to continue suffering and enduring such torment."

Li Aozi also raised his weapon.

"Don’t be so arrogant, Mr. Liue. You have no right to define the choices of the young."

The next moment, both of them simultaneously initiated a spacetime leap.

Liue was the first to emerge from the spacetime ripple, her twin blades pressing down, only to slash at empty air.

"Hm? My prediction of the position was not wrong—"

Immediately, Liue realized something, turned her head abruptly, and Li Aozi’s longsword had already cleanly and efficiently slashed towards her shoulder.

Clang—

Liue raised her left hand light blade to block the longsword, then thrust forward with her right hand.

Crack!

Li Aozi stomped down, stepping on the back of her hand, spun around, and with a rise, drove his knee hard into Liue’s chest.

Pfft!

Liue was slightly injured and stepped back, while Li Aozi lifted his longsword, burning with a deep resentment, like a purple flame, and thrust it straight forward.

Just as the sword blade was about to pierce her, Liue’s figure instantly vanished.

Without a thought, Li Aozi turned the sword with one hand, confident as he stood with his sword drawn, perfectly blocking the slicing light blade.

Clang!

"Is this also about probability?"

Liue’s voice came from behind him.

"No, this is muscle memory."

Li Aozi abruptly flicked his sword blade, tearing open a spacetime ripple, leaping, and this time, Liue clearly gained more experience, deliberately timing it.

Almost at the same time, both landed on a small asteroid forty thousand kilometers away.

Li Aozi wiped his longsword and strode forward.

Liue lit up the light blade and stepped forward to meet him.

No words were necessary.

For this pure ideological conflict, fists and swords carried more force than all the reasons in the world.

As the longsword dragged on the ground, Li Aozi accelerated the frictional slicing, whipping up a storm in the gaps between the meteorites, slinging it straight at Liue.

Liue neatly raised her blade with her hand, and the light blade under the constraint of gravity precisely cut through each meteorite accelerated by gravity.

Their battlefield lacked gunpowder, yet erupted with explosions more fervent than any artillery fire, the sheer cold weaponry unleashed destructive power that appeared more straightforward and terrifying than any technological weapon.

"I truly look down on those works of literature that still rely on close-quarters combat in the interstellar era."

Liue’s twin blades struck together, but it was a feint. She stepped forward with her left foot, shouldering through Li Aozi’s blocking stance, then surged forward, her twin blades repeatedly stabbing through Li Aozi’s heart and lungs, her searing light blades vaporizing flesh in a particularly gruesome display.

"Indeed."

Li Aozi tilted his head, and the mass of void spacetime ripples on his neck immediately lit up purple.

[Blood of Eternity]

"Science fiction, huh? At least they should use guns."

"Heh heh, you say it as if using laser guns makes it seem very sci-fi."

"What I mean is—when you go into space, of course, you’d use matchlock guns."

Li Aozi replied as casually as if he were sipping water:

"In space, using swords seems to suggest a lack of imagination in the literary creators, but use a matchlock gun, and suddenly it becomes sophisticated."

"Why?"

"Because the audience hasn’t experienced matchlock guns."

"So that’s the type of science fiction."

The two headless [Echoers] exchanged words in a haphazard fashion while their sword blades collided and intertwined, arcane energy surged, and gravitational waves continuously wove together their information.

Liue’s level of intelligence was somewhat terrifying. At the beginning of the fight, she was like a weak old scholar, but the more she battled, the more she learned and explored. Constantly optimizing her tactics, she further studied Li Aozi’s combat habits, seeking his weaknesses.

For Li Aozi, it had been a long time since he had such an exhilarating fight.

With the advantage of the ’Blood Demon Style,’ he was not worried about his endurance at all. Fighting someone of a higher hierarchy than himself felt like scraping away at their strength.

Both were consciously conserving their mana points, to prevent running out of arcane energy and drifting helplessly in the cosmos as debris.

So as they fought, both chose the most primitive form of violence without prior agreement.

Melee.