Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 600 - 218. Fantasy Colors

Chapter 600: 218. Fantasy Colors

"Frontline Special Report: Trevela has experienced unprecedented terrorist attacks in the past thirty-nine hours, with cumulative casualties including 1.2 million dead, 15.62 million injured, and as many as 23 million missing..."

"The Ministry of Education is currently consulting with the temporary municipal team, but it will still take some time to achieve real order. For the survivors, perhaps the greater threat is not from terrorists and growth-armored vanguards, but from other survivors..."

"Scoop! The Minister of Education of Baizhu Star, Balkmon, is clashing with enemy forces. Insiders reveal that the opponent is Governor Bablushka of the Night Butterfly Federation. An unprecedented battle of the Kappa Rank is unfolding right at our doorstep..."

"The new mayor, Wald, knelt down and cried out, ’Please, the supreme council, intervene! Save us, the unarmed civilians. The war still has a long way to go, but people need to live in the present...’"

"More and more bandit gangs are taking advantage of the chaos. The situation in Trevela City is attracting global attention; whether we can survive this crisis does not depend on how many high-rank warriors we have, but on the real workers and the executive departments..."

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

Luther switched off the information rune and sat in front of the rented house’s flower bed. He pinched a magic cigarette that was still wafting its lingering scent, his cheeks written with confusion and numbness.

What on earth was happening?

He looked around.

The alarm sounds were relentless, and black body bags piled up like kitchen waste in garbage sorting, swarming with flies and mosquitoes, causing a heartfelt unease and annoyance.

The world had turned upside down, and the shadows of destruction and death hovered over everyone’s heads.

Luther numbly smoked, unsure of what the future held.

Schools were destroyed, jobs were gone, familiar friends and classmates had all perished, and now he could only stay in this rental house, unable to even contact his family.

He remembered Blue Chrysanthemum Village, remembering Leo, who had left the village with him and passed the exams to come to Trevela—now he should be called Mr. Leoz.

For a long time, he had been jealous and resentful of Mr. Leoz, but after experiencing the attack on Trevela, with so many people dead, Luther found himself hoping that he had survived.

Too many had died, and even he, a materialist, began to hallucinate—hearing the cries of aggrieved spirits in the air around him and the howling of ghosts in the chilly wind, sending a shiver down his spine.

What should he do?

Just as Luther was lost in confusion, a voice suddenly arose in his heart:

"Come, humble carbon, to sing the soul of steel..."

The voice was deep and magnetic, filled with an indescribable magical attraction. Luther fell deep into its spell, quietly listening.

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

Newbie Village.

"Come give me a hand, dad!"

"You sure know how to command, oh, my poor back, it’s about to be wrecked."

Nikita climbed carrying heavy supplies, handing them to his son-in-law Julian. He felt a spell of dizziness, as if the air around him was filled with a noxious gas. Fortunately, he had reached Zeta Rank in his youth and, despite aging, could stave off many diseases.

"Let me rest a bit... oh... I’m really old now."

Nikita collapsed on the roadside, sighed, and looked towards the nearby biological pool, muttering:

"Mr. Leoz really knows how to be a pain, he suddenly gathered all the villagers to work. I’m old, and I nearly didn’t make it through. This planet, I don’t know what’s wrong with it, even the air smells strange."

"That’s probably because you have no magic lineage in your body,"

His son-in-law, Julian, finished arranging the supplies and came over to offer some comfort:

"We all have a bit of Spellcaster blood, but you are a pure Valenkov Alien, unaccustomed to this high-modulus environment. It’s quite normal."

"No, no, no, I don’t think that’s it."

Nikita took a sip of the drink he had brought with him, his gaze puzzled:

"When I was young, I served on a planet with a magic civilization, but I never had these problems back then. And this uncomfortable feeling, I always have a somewhat indescribable sense of familiarity..."

"Maybe you’re just too sensitive," Julian looked around and said, "It seems everyone else is doing fine, nothing serious."

"Maybe so," Nikita calmed himself down, took a couple of breaths, and said, "Julian, I have a bad feeling about this. That boy Leoz might know something. Based on my intuition, he must be gathering resources, preparing for a battle, and moreover, a fierce one."

"Oh."

"Is that all you have to say?"

"It’s quite normal," Julian shrugged. "Us Valenkov Aliens have been waging wars to the north and south for many years. Mr. Leoz took us in partly because of this; you know that."

"I mean, is that really your reaction? Don’t you feel any dissatisfaction that Leoz has concealed this from you?" Nikita said discontentedly, "Leoz definitely is keeping something from us."

"I don’t think it’s a bad thing."

Julian remembered how Leoz had voluntarily hidden his identity back at Velazquez Corporation; he shook his head and said:

"I trust Mr. Leoz. He may have his own difficulties. As people living under his care, we just need to quietly do what befits our status, not cause trouble, and do our best. That’s enough."

"But perhaps, Leoz is fighting some enemies he shouldn’t be," Nikita thought apprehensively, "I don’t care much, but you and my daughter are still young, you need to survive to have any hope. Maybe you should just find a chance, take my daughter, and flee far away—"

"Dad, where could we possibly go at this point?"

Julian wiped the sweat from his forehead and said:

"Mr. Leoz saved us, saved the Valenkov Autonomy, saved our family, and so many refugees—I think we ought to have some gratitude. Mr. Leoz has done so many meaningful things; it’s our turn to repay him."

"Ah... suit yourself."

Nikita could find no words to argue.

In truth, his family was already living comfortably on the money Leoz provided each year; speaking such words now indeed seemed somewhat ungrateful.

But for some reason, Nikita just felt uneasy, that sensation permeating the air, it was something he seemed to have experienced during his youth in a certain civilization.

A rich aroma, like the sparks and iron filings that fly when mechanical gears grind and turn.

In his youth, Nikita too had traveled from south to north as a Zeta Rank, even encountering citizens of the "Society" in combat. But now, he was so old he could no longer handle heavy labor, his strength and mind both severely deteriorated.

Strictly speaking, the Pathway mechanism wasn’t fair to every species, especially for Valenkov Aliens, whose lives were constantly mutating, with severe telomere damage, hardly allowing them any longevity.

Given the limitations of a Valenkov Alien’s constitution, even if he wanted to help Leoz, it wouldn’t be of much use.

"Leoz, just what have you gotten yourself into?"