Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 762 - 371. Truly soulful

Chapter 762: 371. Truly soulful

He raised his hand and, in the way he remembered, familiarly summoned the system panel:

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[Name]: Li Aozi

[Species]: Void Corrupter

[Gender]: None

[Age]: 33 years old

[Template]: War Maniac

[Faction]: No Faction

[Total Level]: (Void Lock)

——[Main Profession]: Void Series——[Void Infected]lv.180 (Locked)

——[Secondary Profession]: ??

[Health Points]: 550,000

[Energy Points]: 490,000

[Attributes]:

Strength——1092

Dexterity——880

Constitution——1200

Charm——(Lost)

Will——140

[Talent]:

[Racial Talent: Path of the Void]: Your life and talent have been invaded by the Void, and the grand narrative of nihilism has become your new Pathway.

Under the Path of the Void, you cannot level up your profession through experience, but as your Void Corruption deepens, you will gradually become a real Kin of the Void and improve your Pathway level.

[Void Talent: Flesh Incarnation]: Your current body is not your real one, but a projection created by the Void Narrative. The projection cannot gain new skills, but you will inherit some traits from your former Pathway.

Current Flesh Trait: Echoing Tremor—Your attacks apply spreading and resonating effects.

[Personal Talent: Object Resonance]—Your attention is more easily focused and more perceptive to the patterns of change in things.

Effect: Cancels the backswing on all your casting actions.

[Skills Possessed]:

(Locked)

[Hierarchy]:

Iota Rank (9)

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Five years, and so much had changed.

"In the end, everything will return to the palm of my hand,"

Leoz closed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly.

In fact, he was not really "Li Aozi".

He was just a blacksmith, a blacksmith that had received the name "Leoz".

The Void Infection had stripped and shattered him, especially his soul and his life, none of which had returned to him.

As a blacksmith, he was merely someone with the name "Leoz".

In the name of research, the people from the institute input memories into him.

The rich player experience and battle memory had temporarily freed him from his identity as a bashful and wooden blacksmith, turning him back into a seasoned warrior.

After defeating those two girls, he gained Li Aozi’s habits and preferences, and it was not until this moment that the partial personality belonging to Li Aozi began to gradually take shape.

Including [Dark Light].

Unfortunately, the blacksmith didn’t have [Charm], unable to truly activate this Arcane Energy. For real combat, he still had to rely on the power of the Void.

However, the Void is different from [Society]; the Path of the Void is known as the ’Seventh Path.’ Although it lacks the opportunity to ascend to godhood, there are beings like the Void Overlord and the Void Sovereign who stand shoulder to shoulder with deities available for ascension.

"The young man with Elyei Spirit Race and [Pegasus Power] has been cleared out... But I can’t drive them for the time being, which is still acceptable,"

The others, like [Inscription Saint Swordmaster], [Bloodline], [Canyue], Li Aozi didn’t even know where to start looking for them.

Looking at it now, without the boost of [Charm], except for [Bloodline], the rest aren’t much help to him.

By comparison, what’s most important is to acquire Li Aozi’s "soul" and "Charm".

"Only by getting these back can I completely assemble ’Li Aozi’..."

But, if he did that.

The blacksmith hesitated for a moment.

He was just an ugly and clumsy blacksmith who had gotten the name "Leoz" after all.

Could he really... consider himself Li Aozi?

Or perhaps, if Li Aozi were to return, what path would he, as a "blacksmith", take?

Indeed, Li Aozi’s life has been tumultuous, but does that trivialize his peaceful life as a blacksmith?

——Then what does all this mean for him?

A void-like purple flickered in his eyes.

The paths in front of the blacksmith diverged into two:

Should he continue onward, to become the entirety of Li Aozi.

Or should he stop here, using Li Aozi’s knowledge, experience, and abilities to end his remaining years?

To be Li Aozi, known throughout the worlds, roaming the starry seas, yet losing the self that was "the blacksmith."

Or to return to the stable life of a blacksmith, forsaking the legendary status of Li Aozi for a peaceful but real existence.

Li Aozi, Leoz...

The blacksmith pressed his hand against his forehead.

——Which one is the real "me"?

"Oh, you actually managed to kill those sisters."

A frivolous voice sounded.

The blacksmith turned his head, looking in the direction of the voice—The newcomer had hair as black as ink, eyes gray like Zircon, stunningly beautiful; even stones would stir with emotion.

He approached step by step, his features merging with Li Aozi in the blacksmith’s memory, yet distinctly different.

Li Aozi did not possess such a frivolous and carefree temperament.

"I didn’t expect you to be a knight of the Knights of the High Table."

Gaslin smiled faintly, then his expression suddenly changed:

"But in the presence of my gravity, all efforts are futile!"

He lifted his left hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Pop——

The fluctuations of gravity swiftly swept the space, and Gaslin’s beauty, inherited from "Li Aozi", compelled the world to surrender willingly, allowing spacetime itself to freeze solid.

The blacksmith’s body stiffened in place, helplessly watching the beautiful youth before him as a golden halo blossomed in his eyes, advancing with an indifferent stride.

"I’m different from weaklings like you who can only become strong through the Void. This beauty is a creation of cosmic fates, a manifestation of the world’s favoritism."

With his hands in his pockets, Gaslin smiled as he approached the blacksmith:

"No matter how strong you are, the world will always stand on my side!"

As he said this, he raised his hand and pressed it downward:

"4000 times gravity——"

Crack!

Before his words fell silent, a flying side kick shot out of nowhere, striking him square on the head, sending Gaslin tumbling away, rolling over on the ground several times. Incredulous, he lifted his head:

"Impossible, I stopped spacetime! How could you——"

Before he could finish, he saw a radiant figure swoop down in an instant, landing before him, his gray eyes meeting a pair of crimson eyes.

"Polina——"

"Your abilities seem to be ineffective against my bloodline, against my soul, Gaslin."

Polina raised her hand, grabbing Gaslin’s neck effortlessly, the primitive oppressive aura around her sending chills down the spines of all beings.

She tilted her head slightly, and silver runes appeared in her eyes:

"Xiven, Evelyn, Narta, Dulin... They all died, all because of you, Gaslin."

"Uh, uh, I’ve got nothing to do with this——"

"These eyes," Polina said coolly, "these eyes let me see everything."

Gaslin’s gaze sharpened:

"You this..."

"I’ve seen through the truth behind your handsome appearance, down to a poor, shabby soul, and a life as frail as a baby’s."

Polina gently lifted Gaslin’s neck, gripping his throat as she spoke:

"Gaslin, it must be difficult for you as an artificial human..."

"Shut up! Polina! What do you think you are——"

"Yes, I am nothing, of course. I’m just a naive and perfect rich girl with wealth, power, and connections. I’ve not experienced the hardships you commoners have gone through, but even someone like me has certain bottom-line principles that are similar to yours!"

Polina exhaled lightly and spoke softly:

"And I have just one bottom line..."

Gaslin’s neck lightened, and he fell to the ground.

"That is——"

He raised his head, and Polina stood with her back to him, her posture that of a scornful victor, leaving behind a contemptuous mercy:

"Don’t touch the baby."