Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 528 - 162. Who among the family understands this? I am at a loss for words. I don’t know what title to give.

Chapter 528: 162. Who among the family understands this? I am at a loss for words. I don’t know what title to give.

Snowflakes are crystalline shapes with six branches, as light as nothing, and it takes ten thousand snowflakes to weigh one gram.

My heart weighs 250 grams, so to fill every chamber of my heart, I need 2.5 million snowflakes.

Or, a single tear from you.

When my heart is filled with ice and snow, it will push four kilograms of fresh blood heavily to every inch of my body, giving me the strength to lift you, embrace you, and love you.

Dialan, I am so sorry. I gave you the best aptitude, the highest bloodline, yet without your consent, I imposed this cruel mission upon a child like you. You should have enjoyed a life of decadence and luxury.

But I turned you into a warrior, a lonely, aloof holy army. You bear the lofty ideals to fight against the worst bandits in this world—the Secret Society—to the end.

I took away your emotions and love, armed your mind with steel and fire.

I transformed your flesh and bones, embellishing your presence with magic and violence.

I destroyed your character and thoughts, filling your life with revenge and battle.

You are a noble sacrifice, sacrificing yourself for the people of this world. Without your destruction, the cosmos would not survive.

In my life, I never hurt anyone, and I saved countless lives. But only you, my dearest child. If I could replace you, I would so willingly take your place in hell.

But I am powerless to turn back the clock. All I can do before I die is to wish you to complete this mission as soon as possible.

......

The autumn wind gently blew open the window, slightly lifting Dialan’s golden hair. The brilliant strands shone bright like silk and metal, emitting a dazzling glow.

She sat alone, leaning on the headboard, her long legs crossed, textbooks scattered by her side. At this moment, she gazed coldly at the projection of a pendant.

"...Before I die, I wish you to complete this mission soon."

The recording ended. She closed the pendant’s lid, placed it back on her neck, and bowed her head, her emotions settling.

Four years had passed.

After the doctor’s death, living alone and drifting about had continued until now. She had almost become accustomed to this solitary life.

From the initial naive mindset she had when entering the big city, nearly getting deceived, to gradually realizing the heavy burden and danger her bloodline brought, she had slowly grown over these four years.

"I must, complete the mission the doctor left for me."

The Secret Society Gaia was an unknown and the most powerful predator society, a genuine cataclysm that brought calamity to the entire cosmos, and an eternal catastrophe.

Only she had this responsibility, and only she had the ability to fight against it.

"Focus on growing stronger, think of nothing else, Dialan. My existence is solely to defeat Gaia. Anything beyond that is meaningless."

She motivated herself daily, like a devotee performing routine prayers, using the doctor’s last words to strengthen her resolve and faith.

Nothing else mattered. As long as she could become stronger, gain more strength, she could destroy Gaia in the future.

"I am like the last Starry Abyss hero, Leoz, the chosen one. You could say I am the messenger of divine will. Facing the cosmic catastrophe, only I must stand up."

The society’s corruption exploited humanity’s weaknesses: laziness, greed, selfishness, envy, desire, vanity.

’As long as you join the society, you need not think of anything. Everything is taken care of by the society’s will.’

No worries, no anxiety, no dissent, no injustice.

In this increasingly rotten world, the society’s initial purpose appeared so noble and tempting.

The doctor did not strip her of her ability to feel, specifically so she could better understand the dangers of the society. It was also a test, testing her determination to her mission.

Constantly reaffirming this belief, she could resist the society’s corruption.

From the day she was born, she had never encountered the society, yet she always upheld this principle.

After freshening up, Dialan put on her uniform—Baizhu Interstellar University indeed had uniforms. The boys wore dark suits, knit vests, and light blue shirts, with dress pants below.

The girls wore dark blue enemy-colored, orange-trimmed jackets and plaid skirts, light-colored shirts paired with white stockings. Typically, there would be a bow, but Dialan disliked the feeling of being confined. She was used to unbuttoning her shirt collar and rolling up her sleeves, exposing her fair and tight forearms. It felt cooler and more comfortable for movement.

Due to the school’s open and relaxed atmosphere, along with students generally coming from well-off families, most wore their own clothes. Students in uniforms, in a sense, were referred to as ’bookworms’ who didn’t fit in.

But Dialan was an exception.

"Hey, hey, Dialan is coming."

"Run! That one is too frightening."

"Save me, she just glanced at me, and I can’t breathe!"

When she walked on campus, no one would see her as a bookworm. Whether it was the bloodline pressure, sharp as a cold wind, like an alarm, making people retreat from afar, or her inhuman gaze sweeping mercilessly, hardly anyone could withstand her presence.

None of these mattered.

She walked through the campus streets with her hands in her jacket pockets, just like a boy.

The school was already bustling in the morning. Many students were racing to grab study rooms or speeding towards their workshops for internships. But as soon as anyone saw her passing through an intersection, they would immediately stop and quietly watch her cross the road, like witnessing a heart-stopping horror film scene.

As soon as she passed, those students would dart away like they had received a pardon.

None of these mattered either.

Dialan watched the passing students coldly. Her senses were incredibly sharp. The dragon bloodline endowed her with excellent information-gathering abilities, allowing her to clearly eavesdrop on others’ conversations from the surrounding environment and bring them back to her ears.

"That Dialan, just because someone blocked her path, beat up two classmates on the first day of school."

Referring to the day she beat up those two Catfish People?

Dialan frowned slightly.

If she hadn’t taken action, and each hit hadn’t resolved the blockage, the entire path would have been clogged, and who knows how many would have been late because of everyone standing around watching.

This doesn’t matter either.

After all, it wasn’t a big deal, but it seemed others’ opinions weren’t limited to that.

"Not only that, the school’s elemental unrest earlier was connected to her."

"Huh? I remember the Student Union’s Inspection Department investigated for a period and didn’t say it was her fault, right?"

"Oh come on, if it wasn’t her, then who else? A descendant of dragon and Titan, not a bit humane, might even eat people."

Elemental unrest?

Dialan felt a bit concerned.

That incident was completely baseless. She just wasn’t in her dorm at that time and didn’t have any classes.

Moreover, from the outcome, the senior members of the Inspection Department not only didn’t find the real culprit, but also tracked and monitored her for a whole month without apologizing to her.

Under normal circumstances, they should have considered her a victim.

This doesn’t matter either.

"Speaking of which, she applied to join the Guiye Workshop and was turned away by a professor."

Finally, something normal.

Even Dialan felt a bit dissatisfied after hearing such pure biased words repeatedly.

"Haha, I heard about that too. Professor Queltana was so subtle about it, saying: she only accepts pairs, two people in one group. It was hilarious."

"Uh, I don’t understand much about Professor Queltana. What’s the deal?"

"Professor Queltana, although notoriously strict and almost treating the workshop as her personal property, never made such unreasonable demands—you know, the workshop is a place for cooperation. How could it possibly allow such a prickly person to join?"

"You mean the professor was clearly rejecting Dialan entry?"

"Of course, she tried finding several capable students to form a team, but was rejected—so what happened? Those students were all accepted by Professor Queltana this year."

"Uh, to get into Professor Queltana’s workshop, you need to be at least Delta Rank. Talent and family background wouldn’t be lacking—but who would want to team up with such a character, not afraid of being eaten if the Dragon Titan had a bad day?"

"Exactly, that’s it."

"To me, such a dangerous person should be sent to the battlefield. What’s the conscription office doing? Sending this woman over would settle everything!"

"True, it’s a pity such a beautiful exterior comes with such an awful personality."

......

"Hoo—"

Dialan let out a heavy sigh.

None of these mattered.

Calm down, Dialan, stay calm, you shouldn’t be bothered here.

Even if Professor Queltana targeted her, it was no big deal. Since she had to find a partner, she had already found Leoz, a freshman.

She had carefully observed that student. From the moment he entered school, when the news of Leoz’s five-minute magic test had not yet been officially suppressed, she had slightly paid attention to this potential competitor.

Leoz, without a doubt, was a unique individual.

He neither felt awe nor disgust because of her formidable bloodline, nor did he hold any prejudices against her influenced by rumors.

Subsequently, Leoz’s drastic downfall contradicted the rumors but attracted controversy. As the person involved, Leoz never cared about others’ opinions. He lived his life freely and was never swayed by external factors.

In Dialan’s view, Leoz’s image was always clear.

He was determined and resilient, not sycophantic despite low status. Even when his credits were cut to a historical record, Leoz did not succumb or give up but actively faced problems, took actions, found issues, promptly adjusted, and resolved them.

Others saw Leoz as someone who caught up with the progress in three months of school; however, no one noticed he spent a month skyrocketing from negative five hundred points, catching up to Delta Rank in no time.

Leoz was a man with rare talent. Partnering with him meant even Professor Queltana couldn’t argue.

"As long as Leoz partners with me, everything will be smoothly accomplished."

Dialan thought to herself.