Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 723 - 334. Late Love

Chapter 723: 334. Late Love

"I must say, communicating with you has many benefits. This information is highly important to us; it’s the first time in many years that we’ve encountered a Society with the ability to dilute history, not to mention one that has evolved from Earth’s civilization in another universe into a Secret Society."

Disweil stood up and handed over some Societal Structure Studies documents to Li Aozi to help him better understand the biological structure and principles of Society.

"These documents are quite valuable, aren’t they!"

Li Aozi casually flipped through them and couldn’t help but twitch at the sight of terms like ’Empire’s Official Seal,’ ’Group’s Special Supply,’ and ’Commune’s Journal,’ on the implant gear in his head. He could not resist saying:

"The mere existence of these items over time qualifies them as treasures, let alone their content, which isn’t something Narrative-Level Civilizations dare to reveal openly to the universe..."

"I like you, Leoz."

Disweil was quite generous, he patted Li Aozi on the shoulder and said:

"We are all hunters; we shouldn’t keep secrets from each other. We share a common wish: to slaughter all these invaders, these monsters who devour civilizations. The only place they belong is the Nether Abyss."

In academia, Disweil was profoundly knowledgeable; he was indeed an expert on the Abyss Layer’s Society, but as a hunter, one had to literally fight Society with weapons to truly be considered a professional.

Though one couldn’t say that scholars were entirely useless, at least they had some utility beyond reading and reciting scriptures.

752-year-old Disweil looked at the 28-year-old Li Aozi, seeing himself from 700 years ago in him.

Li Aozi wasn’t in a hurry to leave; he stayed there quietly, doing nothing but maintaining his silence.

After observing Li Aozi for a while, as if he had confirmed something, Disweil began:

"I too once had a son and a daughter, my country wasn’t perfect, but we improved it step by step through our efforts—you know that feeling of watching your country change day by day? It felt like riding a rocket, achieving new breakthroughs daily, with science and technology rapidly developing, the economy steadily improving—do you know that feeling? Our efforts were visible to the naked eye."

With memories of bygone years murmuring from his lips, Disweil recalled:

"When I was in elementary school, we were still growing potatoes and fungi in space stations, and every drop of water had to be conserved; but when I got married at 40, my whole family could live on a planet wrapped in gravity... I watched the million-ton vessels carve through the waves, triumphing over nature. My children marveled at the vastness of the ocean, and the constant sinus issues of my wife were eased a lot by the moist environment. Back then, I was a software engineer, supporting a family of five plus a dog and two doves on my own."

Li Aozi listened quietly to Disweil’s recollections. This old hunter of over seven hundred years now lived alone on Kailan Star, and naturally, there was a reason for that.

Players are always impatient, thus missing out on some good things.

Li Aozi was different; he was patient.

"Looking back now, we used to work overtime a lot, frequently having arguments and quarrels with the idiotic clients, all for paying off the mortgage and the car, and for our children’s education—but that was probably the happiest time of my life."

Disweil’s hands crossed over his lap, he gazed out of the window in a trance:

"Just when I thought I would continue to lead this peaceful, mundane, regular life as a programmer, commuting by subway wearing plaid shirts, and supporting my family until retirement—Society arrived."

"Unlike any other war, citizens were blending into our crowds constantly advocating the decay, corruption, and darkness of our civilization, using various means to make our people lose confidence and unity; many people... they no longer loved life, became negative and degraded, the quality of life declined..."

"Society destroyed our entire civilization, including our very core ’cultural spirit.’ We lost confidence in everything, falling into deep self-blame—for instance, when we planned to invest in building factories, citizens mingled in the crowd, saying ’This is environmental destruction! You all are bad people’."

"We aimed to improve the quality of education, and those monstrous citizens vehemently criticized ’The elite are monopolizing education for themselves!’"

"We planned to increase university admissions, and the citizens mocked, ’When they graduate, you all will be unemployed,’ plunging our students into deep panic."

"We intended to increase the defense budget, and they would say we were ’invading other countries’; our strength was inferior to neighboring countries, and they would stand out and mock ’you’re going to be invaded by other civilizations.’"

Even after hundreds of years had passed, when recalling that era, Disweil still spoke very reluctantly, his head lowered, and he somberly said:

"This repeated for 19 years, and Society’s influence grew stronger. Following an economic crisis, it directly triggered the collapse of our entire civilization. A large number of people were corrupted by Society during the economic crisis, and they didn’t even bother to hide anymore, brazenly spreading their ideology under the name of the Purple Moon Society, urging people to abandon their allegiance to civilization and embrace Society."

"Regarding this, we were powerless. We sought help from the narrative, and since the corruption had reached its end, Narrative-Level Civilization gave us two choices:"

He took a sip of water, steadied his mind, and said:

"Either they would help us blow up the planet, washing everything away, or we take matters into our own hands, cutting through the chaos quickly before Society itself descended, and exterminate all the corrupters."

Li Aozi guessed:

"You chose the latter?"

"Yes. Our civilization had many powerful beings by that time; we believed that with the help of Narrative-Level Civilization, we could defeat the invaders and change our doomed fate."

Upon reaching this point, Disweil gave a bitter smile:

"However, we were wrong."

"When we fought back then, those corroded fellows had completely deviated from our cultural identity in both body and mind. They had become the foot soldiers and cannon fodder for the Purple Moon Society. They didn’t care about their own identities, but for our people facing their fellow citizens, brothers, lovers, and even their children, it was very hard to raise a blade and completely erase them."

"By the time we steeled our hearts, everything had already ended—the true form of Purple Moon had descended upon the world. It resembled a purple scorpion clad in a cloak of feathers, each feather floating slowly in space like tentacles. Its claws spread wide enough to envelop the entire Sun. Its body was covered with crescent-moon-shaped tiny eyes; anyone caught in its gaze would immediately turn into purple ash."

"Narrative-level Omega (24) took action, followed closely by four deities. They opened a dimension and dragged Purple Moon into it, but what then? The highest beings of the Pathway were nothing in front of the true essence of the Society! They were successively exterminated and fell. Like powerless infants, they were slaughtered and crushed!"

After finishing, Disweil took a deep breath and fell silent for a long time.

"To this day, I still can’t forget floating in space like garbage, watching my home...my children, my lover, the career I loved, the server I painstakingly set up, friendly friends and partners, along with my dreams."

His face turned red, his eyes sparked with hatred, and his expression hardened as he pronounced each word:

"Torn, bitten, chewed, and sucked away by that hideous giant scorpion... Like a ripe oyster, thoroughly cleaned out. Nothing was left for me."

Having said that, he suddenly relaxed again.

"Actually, this isn’t so terrible. After all, it’s just the ruin of a nation and family, as if no one else has experienced it. I fell into depression, then underwent psychological treatment for quite a long time, and successfully emerged from the shadows. I returned to work, studied, climbed the Pathway, started my own small company, and everything was going well."

He held his teacup and said softly:

"You know, when people have money, they feel they can do anything and should take some responsibility, and I was no exception... Subsequently, I volunteered, participating in the rescue operations for another civilization devastated by an invasion by the Society."

"As I passed through the community and went to the suburbs to bring medicines to injured warriors, a member of the Jury suddenly appeared, brandishing a slaughtering knife and killed the warrior and my partner."

"But even so, I believe that this is not the worst situation."

He looked up at Li Aozi:

"Until she turned around, showing my daughter’s face."

"’Long time no see, Dad.’ she said, ’Unfortunately, I already have a new mom now.’"

As he spoke, he pulled open his collar to reveal a dark scar:

"Then, Lulisha, my own daughter raised a knife at my chest."

"Luckily, she didn’t kill me. Instead, I instinctively fought back and killed her. Blood flowed profusely, and the purple moonlight shone on her face."

"’You can’t kill me, Dad,’ Lulisha mocked me: ’Mother Purple Moon will reclaim my body, we are immortal.’"

Under Li Aozi’s gaze, Disweil said in a grave tone:

"Since then, I joined the Hunters Association."

"You might wonder why I told you so much... Perhaps it’s because I’m getting older and I’ve become more superstitious about metaphysics and karma. Recently, I often dream of Lulisha invading my dreams, yelling that she wants to kill me, then crying and saying ’Dad, save me, I’ve killed so many people’—I’m too old to carry out this redemption. You’re young and strong, perfectly suited for the task."

"Although I don’t know if this is true, but—Leo, if one day you meet a girl with pink hair, blue eyes, and a white flame tattoo on her left face, please kill her for me, completely... end her existence."

He pleaded:

"Can you do it?"

[’Disweil Lutonzk’ has issued a commission to you: "Belated Father’s Love".]

[You accepted the side quest—"Belated Love".]

[Type]: Assassination

[Time Limit]: Unlimited

[Mission Difficulty]: B

[Introduction]:

"An old father feels indebted for failing to protect his child and entrusts you to convey his love on his behalf."

[Settlement Conditions]:

Find Lulisha Lundsk and complete one of the following actions:

A—"Father’s Love Like a Mountain": Kill Lulisha Lundsk, then end her suffering;

B—"Back to Childhood": End Lulisha Lundsk’s suffering, then kill her;

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