Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 667 - 280. High summer is about to pass

Chapter 667: 280. High summer is about to pass

[Respawn Point Reset...]

When Caramel Snail woke up, the weather was no longer dreary. The purple sun rose in the east, the breeze was gentle, and the heavy humidity of midsummer had receded.

"Ugh, feels like another day wasted."

But after all, it was the end of the season, he had already maxed out his experience store, and his level had reached the limit. Caramel Snail was not in a hurry to boost his combat power. He treated it as a leisure outing to refresh his mood.

He left the room, and Li Aozi had been waiting for him in the dining room for a long time.

"You slept in, huh?"

Li Aozi picked up a bone china cup and sipped his coffee lightly.

"Rather than that, you woke up quite early. Besides, I can’t decide what time I get up..."

Caramel Snail retorted.

With the game settings, the minimum sleep time couldn’t be less than 8 hours, what could he do?

"Now that you’re up, come have breakfast."

Li Aozi casually tapped his milkshake with a spoon, then spread out the newspaper, starting to read the latest news:

"A major fire broke out last night in Sulo City, fortunately, no casualties. Some residents claimed they heard noises that were exhilarating and made it difficult to sleep..."

Smack!

"Noise!"

Before Xia Beiluo could finish, the man reflected in the shop window immediately burst out cursing:

"These priests, calling punk noise? Have they no brains at all? If they skimmed their scriptures a bit less, perhaps they wouldn’t lack any artistic understanding!"

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Xia Beiluo hastily waved his hand:

"We are in a public place, aren’t you afraid of being caught by other spirit mediums?"

"Keep it down yourself, and no one will notice you. As for me—why should I be afraid?"

Igor crossed his arms and walked out of the mirror, sitting down across from her, and retorted.

"Stop joking. Last night, you played music, incited the crowd to set fires, dance on the streets, nearly causing fatalities!"

Xia Beiluo grumbled.

"Wasn’t it that no fatalities occurred?"

Igor said innocently:

"Don’t be so quick to cast blame on me. How do you know that those people were not thrilled? Maybe they had been tormented by the curfew for too long and were just bursting at the seams."

"That’s ridiculous! The Church declared the curfew to protect people from wandering souls."

"Yeah, I know, I know. They’ve been saying that since ancient times, starting with shifts, then the night watch, and as things escalated, finding that standing guard didn’t solve the problem, they simply banned nighttime outings—guess what happens next?"

Igor scoffed:

"They’ll gradually strip you of your rights, until you need permission from the deities even to eat or drink—damn, the Church is as insufferable as ever. I’m too fucking familiar with it."

Xia Beiluo remained speechless.

"Your meal."

The waiter carelessly dropped a bowl of oatmeal porridge and boiled potatoes in front of her. Xia Beiluo quickly thanked him twice and devoured her meal hungrily.

"Don’t rush, no one’s competing with you for slops." Igor lounged back, hands behind his head, looking completely at ease.

Xia Beiluo paid him no attention, just kept her head down and ate heartily.

Fourteen hours earlier, Igor had controlled her body, orchestrating an unprecedented riot with music.

Under his guitar play, people crowded the streets, singing and dancing, overtly defying the Church’s curfew at the tail end of this high summer.

They threw torches at Church buildings, strangers linked arms, exchanged toasts, men kissed women, women kissed women, women kissed dogs, dogs were thrown into the sewers.

In that moment, the air was filled only with freedom, or perhaps a scent of chaos.

She was so scared that she fled Sulo City overnight with her luggage and guitar, running away in a panic until she reached this motel, where she finally couldn’t go on and took a temporary rest.

Xia Beiluo witnessed everything that happened and knew exactly how Igor had used the guitar—She glanced at the guitar case beside her and couldn’t help but smirk.

"Igor, who the hell are you?" she asked silently in her heart.

"A dead man."

Igor casually said.

"I know you’re dead... I mean, who were you before?"

Xia Beiluo asked earnestly.

Igor answered:

"A poor man, a worker, a musician, a dead man."

"...That’s it?" Xia Beiluo was surprised, "Just, just that little?"

"What else do you want? A boring emotional history, a decrepit origin, a chaotic upbringing, and a clichéd dark awakening? Then an indignant demise—heck, save it, that stuff was old in my time."

Igor Cui tried to touch the cigarette on the table, but when he grabbed it, his hand immediately turned into a puddle of shadowy fragments.

"Damn, how poor is your spiritual sensitivity? I don’t even have the ability to move a little, really unlucky to end up in your hands."

Xia Beiluo watched as he cursed, but her mind cooled down, she recalled the content of the textbooks and tentatively asked:

"Your body isn’t composed of spiritual power... you, aren’t a spiritual body?"

"Of course I’m not, if I were a spiritual body, on this planet full of Spirit Mediums and Shamans, I would’ve been caught long ago."

As Igor spoke, he suddenly stood up and walked a few steps back and forth.

"How should I explain this to you, the process is complicated, there were many reasons why I became like this, I did many earth-shattering things 50 years ago. But now, even if I start playing the music again, they wouldn’t remember that I once came... Damn, it’s really sad to think about, now I have fallen to being together with someone who picks through garbage."

Igor crossed his arms and looked out the window of the motel.

Xia Beiluo thought for a moment and said, "You mean, you used to be a big shot?"

"A big shot? No, I was a thorn in the side of those big shots, they thought of getting rid of me day and night, but people liked me, they believed in everything I brought them, so they didn’t dare to get rid of me."

Igor sighed:

"Then, I died in a car accident, which is really ironic—those high priests all wanted to kill me but couldn’t, yet a runaway car did it."

"A car accident could take your life—could it be, you were a mortal in life?"

"Of course I was, I always belonged to the mortals."

Igor said, taking off his sunglasses, looking at Xia Beiluo, but then changed the subject:

"But I’m not now."

"Now, you are..."

"I don’t even know what I am now."

Igor held his sunglasses and paced back and forth in the restaurant, occasionally scrutinizing advertisements that had not changed in fifty years:

"I don’t need to consume spiritual energy to walk under the sun for a long time."

He stood in the sunlight, unharmed by the purple sun.

"Touching a living person doesn’t take away their body heat."

He casually brushed past a passerby’s shoulder, and the latter showed no reaction.

"No one except the owner of the guitar can see me."

He even brazenly sat down at the bar, blocking the view of the bartender, who still stared intently at the silent drama on the TV.

"These traits are definitely not like those of a regular spiritual body."

"But I’m sure, I have transcended the ’Theory of Spirituality’ worldview limited by the Mysterious Path, their idealistic understanding can’t comprehend my existence, only a change in worldview and conceptual understanding can explain me."

"If possible, I too would like to know what I am."