Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'

'These Descenders have been very active recently, making a big name for themselves in Valkyrie, completely different from the easy-to-crush ones before.'

She doesn't know much about the Players, and besides, Dialan's target is not here.

She bypassed the village center, her eyes falling on an abandoned rural residence, where it seemed women once lived, planting vegetables, tailoring clothes, with Frost Plated language labels used to mark various ingredients and drugs around.

It is evident that the women here once wanted to live well.

Leoz once said this was where he first brought the Descenders to Baizhu Star, perhaps at that time someone also wanted to live peacefully with Leoz.

'So nice, I can't even imagine such a thing.'

She lowered her head, bypassed the garden, and walked towards a pit deep in the ruins. After walking tens of meters, a pervasive drug scent was captured by the sensory system. Dialan glanced at the stone tablet beside her and murmured:

"After so many years, it has never changed."

On the stone tablet it was boldly written:

"Future arrivals, whatever your reasons, reaching here proves you have the courage to explore the unknown path ahead."

"The future is a bottomless Abyss, but all hope dwells within. I don't know which language to express this feeling... but trust me, as a proud Traitor, I will forever stand on the side of conscience and justice."

"Future arrivals, behind The Gate is a long-sealed monster, created using some forbidden technology. If there's anyone in this world I have wronged, it must be that child."

"I have prepared a series of trials for you, if you succeed in passing them, you will be able to awaken her with sincerity, help you overcome all difficulties."

"Children of the Starry Abyss, please destroy all [Society], and return everything to tranquility, returning to the human world."

"The Secret Society's Thirteen Councillors —[Doctor]Leverkusen Dokete (original name: Aidel Gold), rests here."

"Tombstone Creator — Original [Secret Society]Jury: Aerlia; Citizen: Verimia."

Dialan bowed her head, knelt on one knee before the stone tablet, tightly gripping the pendant on her chest, as it began to repeat the voice engraved on her soul:

...

Dialan, I am very sorry, I gave you the best aptitude, the highest Bloodline, yet without your consent, I placed the cruel mission on a child like you, you were supposed to enjoy a life of luxury and indulgence.

Yet, I want to turn you into a warrior, a lonely, cold Holy Army. You must carry noble ideals, fight to the end with the world's most severe villains — [Secret Society].

I want to strip away your emotions and passions, arming your mind with steel and flames.

I want to remold your flesh and blood, letting Magic and violence adorn your features.

I want to eradicate your personality and thoughts, filling your life with revenge and battle.

You are a noble sacrifice, sacrificing for the sake of the world, without your destruction, the Cosmic wouldn't survive.

In my life, I have never harmed anyone, saving countless lives, but except for you, my dearest child, if I could substitute, I wish I could walk into Hell for you.

But I am powerless to turn back time, all I can do is wish you to complete this mission soon before I die.

...

"—Complete, my mission."

[Doctor]Aidel Gold, also her creator, a father-like figure, shortly after leaving these words, he passed away peacefully.

In reality, there was nothing much to mourn about, her tear ducts were removed from the start.

Just watching her father's body gradually decay, being powerless herself, letting the Ether Blood soak, struggle, wither, this process became a nightmare in her childhood heart.

But soon, the mechanism Aidel implanted in her body took effect.

Maybe sensing her inner grief and fear, she couldn't help but move, laying among the silver-white Ether, frantically opening her mouth, drinking her father's blood.

Suddenly, she was no longer afraid, no longer panicked.

Like her father Aidel, he died, yet didn't die, because his Ether still flowed within her body.

It was this existence of Ether that constantly reminded her:

[If the Secret is Immortal, how could there be a home?]

'Yes, my mission is not over yet.'

After the mourning ended, she quickened her steps, pushed open the ajar stone slab door, formally entering the laboratory filled with pharmaceutical and decaying scents.

'I am not someone who deserves happiness and joy.'

She went to the familiar laboratory table, brushed away the dust on it, knocked lightly, triggered a mechanism, and took out a silvery liquid from a hidden compartment.

'Because my existence is to completely end the source of all this evil.'

If Leoz or Yawen were present, they would recognize at a glance that this was the Magic Potion to turn them into the Secret, the most lethal toxin in the world — Ether Elixir.

Ordinary people only need to ask about it to die suddenly from nerve failure, those without the Earth Lineage would even quickly wither to carbon, no matter what, this is an untouchable poison.

'I remember, this was left by Aunt Vellia, belonging to the [Explorer]'s Ether Blood, it should offer me some solace.'