Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 631 - 246. Echo of the Starry Sky

Chapter 631: 246. Echo of the Starry Sky

While Li Aozi was happily playing with a small account on Azure Star, news began to spread like wildfire in the Starry Abyss light-years away.

Defeating the [Society] wasn’t much of a big news in essence. Each civilization had this kind of anxiety. A civilization in a fringe river system experiencing such an event was just mediocre, not unexpected. Even if it were devoured, no one would care.

However, defeating the [Mechanical World Society] with personal strength and leading Growth-armored Vanguards to repel it was a different story.

That was a newsworthy explosion point.

And what made this news ferment even further was the protagonist of the event.

"That is to say,"

Thirteenth Narrative - "Empire of Heralds" - Core Inherent Time Domain - Rental Area: Ailanda Planet.

"... [Star Realm Echoer] Leoz, with the strength of a Zeta Rank (6), led his subordinates, the Growth-armored Vanguards, to annihilate and capture the Mechanicus Council, thwarting the [Mechanical World Society]’s invasion plan, and saving Baizhu Star from destruction."

Slender, fair fingertips gently held a cherry, lightly stroked and twirled it, as if savoring something repeatedly. Platinum hair, smooth as silk, flowed like a waterfall over the heaps of gems and gold coins, and the dazzling rare jewels only further highlighted her fair, milk-like skin, making one crave it.

"Yes, Miss Glina."

The butler, with distinct Dragonite features, nodded respectfully and said,

"Multiple sources confirm this. We also found registration information for Leoz at Valkyrie Fortress. He seems to have unclear ties with the [Obliteration Sanctum] and had some conflicts with a division of a Union Group company. As for the Empire, no contact has been made..."

"So, it’s obvious he is aiming for the Empire,"

With her cherry-red lips slightly open, Glina Swirl propped up her perfect chin with one arm, her wondrous body draped in a night-black dress reclined on a golden mountain. She twirled and kneaded the cherry in her hand as if grasping someone. Her golden, vertical pupils flashed with countless thoughts in an instant, but whoever it was couldn’t fathom this beauty’s intentions.

She threw her platinum hair back, her bright eyes full of interest, and said,

"Although ’Obliteration Sanctum’ offers high benefits, it severely restricts actions. Unless submerging in the Starry Abyss, one cannot leave the territory, and their freedom is restricted for a lifetime, which young strong individuals wouldn’t want to join."

"Though having conflicts with the Union Group wouldn’t put him on a blacklist, if he had some brains, he would know the Group could continue to cooperate but integrating would be challenging. Forcibly joining would be met with resistance from conservative companies."

"This narrows down his options to the Empire only. Repelling the [Society] is his way of preparing a military pledge for himself—rather than asking them personally; inviting the Empire proactively ensures he holds the initiative."

"You are absolutely right," the Dragonite butler nodded, "It sounds like an ambitious, opportunistic young man. Despite his common name ’Leoz’, his scheming is quite extraordinary."

"No, rather... he somewhat resembles Leoz himself."

Glina Swirl gently kissed the cherry, licked it with her tongue, revealing a nostalgic look in her eyes. She held the cherry in her mouth and nonchalantly said,

"Leoz is a deity who values efficiency and practicality above all. Although among the many outstanding Spiritual Warriors Beyond the Abyss, Leoz isn’t the most powerful or the one with the best achievements, he is the only dictator who controls the cosmos. This is the noteworthy point."

"You mean..."

"Send this child an invitation."

With the fruit in her mouth and her hands behind her head, showing her fair armpits, Glina glanced at the starry sky outside the window. The splendid lights shone, painting her face in a tantalizing purple-pink hue. She said with a hint of expectation,

"I’d like to see him, to see if he can become my treasure..."

"Gurgle gurgle!"

A cute, ugly six-legged little monster suddenly jumped out of the golden sea, pounced onto Glina’s ample bosom, rubbing repeatedly, causing a dizzying ripple. The little monster with stitches all over its body blinked its eyes and let out a bizarre howl,

"Awoomeowbaaawn!"

"Patience, Little Mikhail. They are just here to queue."

Glina gently patted the small stitched monster, lovingly stroking its fur and mechanical parts, and softly said,

"Tracy’s Grand Exhibition will start in a few years!"

She turned her head to the starry port, where thousands of private ships of various civilizations gathered, resembling a united fleet of the Layer Abyss. They painstakingly displayed bright, dazzling lights in a light show to praise Glina Swirl.

"Oh... My popularity in the ’Empire of Heralds’ is still so low. Clearly, in other narratives, the teams pursuing me lined up for light-years."

With crossed long legs, Glina chuckled, and said,

"But Glina is very forgiving. As long as they obediently offer real gold and silver, Glina won’t mind their coins, jingling into my little purse..."

She licked her fingertip, seemingly savoring the cherry from earlier, and instructed the butler,

"Volgan, get me two more."

"Miss, concentrated planets shouldn’t be eaten too much; you’ll get fat."

"Don’t worry, a beauty like me won’t be allowed by the cosmos to get fat."

Having no choice against his master, Volgan lifted his hand, ripped open a rift, reached into a sweet, vibrant star system, and selected two plump, uniform planets. Lightly squeezing them to confirm their sweetness and juiciness, he then compressed them into cherry-sized spheres, arranged them on a plate, and served them to Glina.

"My stocks and funds aren’t doing well. What’s those foolish gold-loving slaves of the Union Group up to? If they can’t invest, they should actively merge into the narrative instead of wasting investors’ precious money. Ugh, I still want to buy two more planes. Now I’ll have to save for months to afford them."

Complaining, Glina picked up a concentrated planet from the fruit plate, and asked absentmindedly,

"By the way, what does this Leoz look like? I haven’t seen him yet. Show me."

"Yes, miss." The butler Volgan immediately brought up a projection, displaying it before Glina. "These were taken by a war correspondent, and I haven’t had the chance to restore them..."

"No matter, at his age, reaching Zeta Rank, he’s probably just a snot-nosed kid, just a glance will do."

Glina glanced at the projection.

"Frankly speaking, this angle of capture is clearly not suitable—it’s entirely a death angle, making the cheekbones appear too high, the jawline too wide, and the lighting is very unflattering. The high-speed movement also made the lower body almost indistinguishable, just blurred shadows; the physique was shot very poorly..."

Plop.

The sweet planet fell to the ground, splashing fragrant juice.

"...Miss Glina?"

Volgan tentatively asked.

Th—

"I want him."

Glina extended her hand, her vertical pupils shone with unprecedented excitement:

"In this layer of the Starry Abyss, only he is my irreplaceable treasure!"

.........

Valkyrie Fortress - Heroic Spirit Bar

"Mr. Olavir, can’t you really make it work?"

"I’ve told you several times, my friends from the media, I haven’t heard from Leoz in a long time. You won’t get any interviews with him from me."

The bar owner, Olavir, helplessly persuaded the Winterveil civilization’s media to leave. These ice beings regrettably dispersed. As the official media of a member civilization in the Thirteenth Narrative, "Empire of Heralds," they couldn’t gather information about the hottest legend, ’Leoz.’

What was even more striking was, on leaving the Heroic Spirit Bar, they saw two monks from the "Obliteration Sanctum" meditating nearby, seemingly also there for Leoz.

"Let’s go, today doesn’t seem promising. Leoz probably doesn’t want to appear in the media for now."

With a sigh, the Winterveil civilization’s media accepted their unsuccessful visit and departed.