Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 490 - 127. Du Zexin, very very bad

Chapter 490: 127. Du Zexin, very very bad

Due to time constraints, Li Aozi did not linger too much. He modified the head of his Implant Gear, used the "Canyue" to erase the genetic information inside it, replenished some materials of the Biological Pool, then teleported back to Water Moon Fortress and took a car back to school.

During this time, he also contacted some members of the Aid Study Society. Trevela housed many prestigious schools and among the members of the society were a few peers who had passed their exams; they admired and looked up to Li Aozi, the creator, immensely and planned to visit him when the opportunity arose.

Li Aozi did not refuse, but he had to figure out how to end the negative effect on his body that prevented him from learning.

After returning to school, holding the Arcane Energy of "Canyue", Li Aozi no longer worried about his identity as an Implant Gear being exposed and directly contacted the woman Modote had recommended that day.

...............

Four days later, in Water Moon Fortress, a suburban abandoned factory.

"...that’s the situation."

Romulus kneeled on one knee, bowing his head and reporting to the person in front of him:

"Mo Zilan Your Excellency was seriously injured by that unknown man, who also stole the Arcane Energy. We had no chance to intercept him, his power... at least Delta Rank."

He spoke each sentence very carefully, not daring to hide anything, not even his own incompetence and mistakes.

Sweat appeared on Romulus’s forehead; he was well aware of the fearsome nature of the person before him.

If he dared to hide anything, he would be torn into pieces like a sheet of paper.

The man in the shadows were silent for a moment, then finally slowly exhaled a word:

"Hmm."

What did ’hmm’ mean? Was it dissatisfaction? Understanding? Or did he find it laughable?

Before Romulus could ponder further, the man’s gaze shifted, looking toward Mo Zilan, who stood beside him, his gaze hesitant:

"Romulus said your Arcane Energy was stolen, and you got beaten up—I look at you, and you seem fine? What’s the matter?"

"I..."

Mo Zilan stretched out his hand, clenched his fist, his expression subtle, his eyes revealing complex emotions:

"Although he took my Arcane Energy, precisely because of that... these hands have become normal."

He clenched his fists tightly.

"I can punch, I can grasp, I can eat on my own, I can move freely without relying on an Exoskeleton, I don’t have to worry about sealing myself inside a paper sheet if I get slightly emotional, and I don’t have to fear being permanently trapped in a two-dimensional world, never able to come out—"

"Is that all you aspire to?"

The man said coldly.

"But, father... isn’t this exactly what we aimed for?" Mo Zilan bit his lip, as a Mutant, his Charm was not low, he was handsome and well-formed, and after being rid of the troubles of Arcane Energy, his character had also stabilized and become gentler.

Mo Zilan said in a grave tone:

"Regardless, our goal has been achieved, and I’m no longer under the curse of the Sequence. Father... can we go home now?"

"Home?" the man said coldly, exuding a very dangerous aura.

Under the man’s oppressive presence, Mo Zilan repeatedly stepped back. As a Delta Rank, he couldn’t even stand straight in front of the man, and he even panicked for a moment, turning his head to call out to Romulus, who was merely at the peak of the Gamma Rank:

"Romulus, say something, too."

Romulus was shocked, thinking how dare he interject in their father and son quarrel, but the man’s gaze had already fallen on him, so he could only chuckle bitterly, steel his nerves and say:

"Lord Canyue, I think what Mr. Mo Zilan said makes sense."

"Reasons." Canyue supported his cheek with one hand, asking coldly.

"We’ve already been delayed for three years on Baizhu Star, and our brothers are definitely dissatisfied with the prolonged deficits."

Romulus said cautiously:

"Our fleet hasn’t had income for many years, and it’s tough for our brothers. Lord Canyue, the same goes for you, right? Moreover, you wouldn’t really want to offend a civilization like the Crystal Tower Civilization—although they are not yet a legal civilization, their strength is still third-rate in the Abyss Layer, and not something a small troupe like us without support should provoke."

Canyue nodded:

"What do you think we should do based on your observation?"

"Esteemed sir, I dare not overstep your sovereignty, but I think, genuinely resuming our operations is what the brothers in the fleet truly desire... This is just a suggestion, it may not be correct. If you don’t mind, just treat it as trivial."

Romulus made a gesture of deference, respectfully responding.

"Yes, dad, it was because of my issues that we’ve been delayed for so long. That man, Du Zexin, although he meant harm, inadvertently facilitated a favorable turn for me. Now I can also switch to training other Arcane Energies. I am sure regaining my strength won’t take long—"

"Shut your mouth!" Canyue snapped, "What do you think that is? Junk from outer space? That’s Sequential Arcane Energy! Power of Catastrophe!"

He chastised his child severely, berating him fiercely:

"I am doing this so that you can escape the curse while truly unleashing the formidable power of the Canyue Arcane Energy. Otherwise, how could you take over my responsibilities? The affairs of the cosmos change in the blink of an eye. The Layer Abyss won’t remember anyone’s death. Only the Pathway, only strength, only entities like a Narrative-Level Civilization are eternal and immortal. Do you understand, you foolish child!"

After Canyue scolded him, seeing his son not daring to utter a word, he felt a pang of heartache.

"Dad," Mo Zilan said sorrowfully, "I’m sorry, I didn’t consider that..."

"Forget it," Canyue sighed, "What can I do at this point?"

"So, sir... are we withdrawing now?"

"Withdraw? Hell no." Canyue scoffed, "You seriously think I would just leave with a job half done?"

Mo Zilan caught the hint and asked, "Dad, you mean there’s another plan?"

Canyue casually elevated stored information into a higher dimension and projected a detailed model:

"Two years ago, when I attacked the thirteen schools in Trevela, although the robbery of the ancient artifacts was thwarted, I still uncovered some secrets."

He raised his hand, magnified the structure of the model, and pointed out several academies within the cross-section map of Trevela city:

"Here, at Baizhu Interstellar University, the Magic Application Academy’s great library."

"And here, at Trevela University, the Magic Engineering Academy, the Forbidden Book Loft."

"Magic Industrial University, Magical Industrial Workshop, Book Repository."

"These three universities, all hide a piece of forbidden knowledge. And only by acquiring all three pieces of forbidden knowledge, can the genuine artifact from the previous civilization be synthesized."

Confused, Mo Zilan couldn’t help but ask, "Dad, what exactly is that artifact from the previous civilization? Why do we need three pieces of forbidden knowledge to synthesize it?"

"Ugh..."

Canyue crossed his arms, exhaled deeply, and after a moment of silence, said:

"Strictly speaking, it is a Fragment from the body of a Destroyer known as the ’Eye of Discernment’."

"What—-" Mo Zilan’s pupils contracted: "Are you insane? Dad, that’s something we cannot touch, research on Destroyers and the Social Institution is absolutely forbidden! A Narrative-Level Civilization will eradicate us!"

"Let me finish, foolish child." Canyue said blandly, "This particular body Fragment is different from other Destroyer fragments... because it itself, is a Social Institution."

"You mean... there’s a Social Institution, hostile to Destroyers? Transforming a Destroyer Fragment into part of itself?"

"It’s also possible that the Destroyers and the Social Institution are inherently in an irreconcilable state."

Canyue glanced at the child:

"Although research on Destroyers and the Social Institution is banned, Social Institutions as weapon equipment have never been restricted—so we can exploit this loophole and possess a Social Institution made from a Destroyer Fragment."

"But this..."

"I know your concerns; what we want, others will also desire. For fugitives like us, this thing is akin to a hot taro." Canyue’s thoughts were clear: "So, I plan to sell it at a good price. Think about it, losing this thing would be a severe blow to the Crystal Tower Civilization, and who do you think would be happiest about that?"

Mo Zilan’s thoughts quickened:

"The Night Butterfly Federation!"

"Correct."Canyue nodded, "We didn’t come here for nothing: after seizing this object, we leave—and while we’re at it, we can settle the score with that Du Zexin who bullied you."

He bared his teeth in a ferocious smile:

"Sequential Arcane Energy is not so easily obtained."