[Descend is complete]
[Welco back to Starry Abyss]
The neural network infiltrated, visual link synchronized, and Caral Snail crawled out from his house in Newbie Village.
"For so reason, I just got a sudden urge to log in today and check things out."
Caral Snail was the type who couldn’t go back to sleep once he woke up, especially since today he was particularly excited, just wanting to play the ga.
—Mostly because he’d been playing Starry Abyss.
He tidied up his gear and dressed neatly. Now, as a well-known Martial Artist in the national server, Caral Snail was no longer just an ordinary casual player. Many businesses, large guilds, and professional teams had sent him invitations. While honing his skills and upgrading his gear, he also pondered his goals.
Hanging out with professional players like Cumin Powder for so long, his impression of professional competitions was not particularly outstanding. It felt just like other professional athletes. They all had to undergo training camps, study sessions, practice matches, and reviews, not enjoying the endless gaming sessions that outsiders imagined.
Throwing himself into the profession was no big deal; his college enrollnt was preserved for life, and he could return whenever he wanted to continue his studies.
But, which team to join?
That was the question Caral Snail grappled with.
With these thoughts in his head, he walked into his yard—a self-built small two-story building with a yard, bought from Li Aozi. The scenery was beautiful, with a river and flower fields nearby, and a windmill not far away. Caral Snail loved this kind of scenery; it made him feel relaxed.
Caral Snail watered the fields and loosened the soil. The animal pen in Newbie Village hadn’t been completed yet; otherwise, he would have planned to buy a Starry Cat from Baizhu Star, along with a hunting dog, making his ho more lively.
Judging by the in-ga ti, it’s been a full nine months since these players arrived at Baizhu Star. If you counted the ti before Newbie Village was established, during the open beta, it’s already been a year. Caral Snail’s recruited character, "Saga Qi," could even speak Tanas language with a Blue Chrysanthemum Village accent. He got along well with local villagers.
This was actually thanks to many factors.
The Crystal Tower Civilization was a materialist magic civilization with strong inclusivity, having a diverse ethnic and cultural system. The locals didn’t reject players from other species.
Moreover, players were quite weak. To the local Tower People, players were more like a bunch of clumsy Lalafells. With the average civilian on Baizhu Star being Gamma Rank, they naturally had no malice toward such weak creatures.
On the contrary, players’ high intelligence, diligence at work, and simple nature (aside from their love for rummaging through things, looting corpses, and bullying small animals) often led villagers to entrust players with errands or tasks.
In contrast to the players, so cosmic refugees received by Li Aozi for Newbie Village had a harder ti integrating locally, like the aliens from Valenkov Autonomy. They were strong, warriors by nature, intimidating-looking, and not very welcod by locals who found them scary. Nonetheless, due to their strength, key tasks were still assigned to these refugees.
Players weren’t that unfamiliar with the immigrant refugees. They were all "people without proper identification," relying on Li Aozi’s protection to get by. Refugees knew that these undying Descenders had a close relationship with their lord, so they dared not mistreat them.
Although it was still the middle of the night in reality, it was broad daylight in Newbie Village. Caral Snail leisurely wandered around his plot, gathered so materials, locked up his house, and headed to the village.
At this hour, his teammates hadn’t arrived; he couldn’t tackle an instance alone, and he didn’t want to sprint to Valenkov.
He did not know why, but the sudden urge kept lingering.
So, Caral Snail closed his ga interface and just walked, strolling through the village streets, watching the crisscrossing paths and neat houses. The wind carried the scent of flowers, magical lights twinkled from the workshops, and the biological pool humd, executing Li Aozi’s mysterious commands.
Young and strong villagers sweated in the fields, children laughed and played, kicking balls, and the village school rang with reading voices. A few workers stood outside the tavern, magic pipes between their fingers, solemnly discussing how to build the flying carpet docking area.
Everything was so real.
He ordered a bowl of fried rice and a glass of green tangerine juice at a restaurant. The proprietress, in a good mood today, gave him two chicken wings on the house.
Caral Snail had eaten many enhanced dishes from professional Chef Garidon, such as Living Dead Curry Shrimp which added Strength, or Satanic Sobbing Cream Pie which fully restored Health Points.
Yet, for this bowl of fried rice that only increased Satiety, Caral Snail now savored each spoonful earnestly, relishing the smooth texture of rice and eggs. The restaurant’s cooking was not refined, but the portions were generous, clearly ant to fill one’s stomach and provide more energy for work.
The bard in the restaurant sang and played, creating a lively atmosphere.
The green tangerine juice tasted refreshing and slightly tart, a bit astringent. As Caral Snail took a sip, he could clearly feel his salivary glands secreting saliva, the whole process and sensation incredibly real.
Without the system interface, this all looked like a real world.
"No wonder they want electronic immigration..."
Caral Snail now understood deeply.
Patrons ca and went, toasting and talking, with fresh fruits and vegetables, humble als, and joyous dances filling the air with a rich atmosphere of life. Caral Snail suddenly had a thought:
’When I die, I want to upload my consciousness here too.’
Starry Abyss was their Second Ho.
As this thought erged, he gazed at the fields far away, looking at his two-story house by the river. Caral Snail naturally thought:
’If anyone dares to do anything bad to Starry Abyss, I won’t let them off.’
After finishing his song, the bard noticed Caral Snail dining alone. Recognizing his identity as a Descender, he walked over amiably:
"Hey there, buddy, I wrote a new song. Would you mind listening to it and letting know if there’s anything lacking?"
[Bard ’Max’ has given you a side quest—"Audition Tracks"]
The sudden pop-up of the system interface pulled Caral Snail back to the player state. The task wasn’t difficult, just listening to a song, which he was happy to do, so he nodded and accepted the quest.
"Sure, no problem."
"Thanks a lot."
Bard Max smiled and then started to sing a ballad with his instrunt:
A tailor holds the thread in hand, weaving through fate and ti,
She weaves death into tapestries, pages of history in lines,
Calamities then follow in, Destroyer shadows in she climbs.
A saintess ventures into peril, witnessing the tailor’s cris,
She throws a bronze sword the thin thread binds,
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As the bard sang, Caral Snail felt stranger the more he listened. He unconsciously held his cup, sotis taking a sip of his drink and staying silent, other tis gazing into the distance, his expression lancholic.
"Tailor... [Tailor]."
The bard’s lyrics were mundane, and his singing diocre, but the story described sohow resonated and saddened Caral Snail—or rather, Jiaozi Niu.
One hundred and twenty years ago, a witch self-proclaid as [Tailor] fell from the starry sky and descended to the world. She could easily stitch together mountains, cutting through people’s lives and fates, wreaking havoc without restraint, bringing bloodshed and calamity.
At that mont, a saintess who also loved adventure and couldn’t stand [Tailor]’s atrocities descended from the stars. Despite losing her mana, she resolutely decided to fight for mortals, cutting the thread of the [Tailor] and raising the banner of rebellion.
In the end, [Tailor] was defeated, and the saintess was gravely injured. Her body was buried in the mountains, guarded by the heroic soul spirits of Falysia.
Strangely enough,
Though Jiaozi Niu knew nothing about the historical background or the relationships among the characters,
He could distinctly feel it—every ti the word [Tailor] ca up, or he heard about the [Tailor]’s atrocities, Jiaozi Niu couldn’t stay calm.
As if... he too was a victim of that calamity.
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