A strong hatred burned lonely in his heart, Jiaozi Niu held his chest, not knowing where this hatred ca from but was all too aware—it was directed at the Tailor.
The Poet’s song was long, and Caral Snail listened quietly, sunlight falling on his shoulders, his face hidden in shadows, his hands already clenched into fists.
His originally clear brown eyes gradually lit up with green as the song’s soft tune played, a vivid green invaded his irises, and Caral Snail’s deanor grew increasingly profound.
At this mont, he was like gunpowder, ready to explode with a spark.
"The white of peace is the Saintess’ shroud, in that forgotten future, no one will rember the warrior’s demise..."
The Poet gently pressed the strings of his instrunt, letting out the last note, and then removed his hat to salute the other.
"Thank you very much for listening, Descender sir."
"Good song."
Caral Snail nodded slightly, lips sealed, his voice coming directly into the Poet’s mind from nowhere:
"The people of peaceful tis often question the warrior’s sacrifice; your the is good, the rhys excellent, but the words are not beautiful enough. As for the story—I really like it."
He gently tapped the table, a deep gleam in his eyes, thoughtful.
"This kind of song reminds of an old friend... Nodiya. If you get the chance to et Him, try giving Him daffodils. Generally speaking, He will happily teach you so poetry skills."
He looked at the Poet and suddenly rembered sothing:
"Well, I almost forgot, I think I can give you a reward. Though I don’t have anything on hand to give you—how about this? If He is unwilling, you can give Him my na: Gio Zieou, and He will agree."
The Bard seed surprised, looking at the other’s lion-like green eyes, his knees uncontrollably trembling.
It was as if standing before him was not those weak Alpha Stage Descenders, but the big figures, the Ascenders he only glimpsed in the news.
No, not just the Ascenders.
This feeling—
[BUG_#2403: Cognition Filter malfunction, reinforce shield.]
[Shielding failed—initiating overwrite.]
[Executing Lai Anding dical Protocol Article 4: When cognition filter shielding fails, use overwrite, to backtrack conscripted bodies.]
[Unknown error detected: Enforce logout and re-connect]
A faint white light appeared in Caral Snail’s eyes, a vast stream of data flashing before him.
"This aura, Redemption Sprite Lai Anding. Ah... I see, you’ve found a real opportunity for counterattack."
He did not resist, quietly awaiting the power to wash over his body.
"Descender—I understand it all now. Not just , every one of us ca this way..."
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[Network connection not responding]
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[Re-connecting.]
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[Re-connected successfully]
[Descender #2403 ’Caral Snail’, welco back to Starry Abyss.]
Caral Snail blinked and looked up, his brown eyes focusing on the Poet in front of him, asking in confusion:
"Big brother, why are you kneeling?"
He scratched his head, looking bewildered, then glanced at the food in front of him, muttering:
"This ga’s conscripted bodies are so unruly, they wander around as soon as I’m offline, too free."
With that, he opened the ga interface, checking the information by himself, operating it skillfully.
The Bard stood beside him, in a daze.
The Descender before him... it seed like he’d never t him.
Caral Snail opened the quest interface, an eye-catching red prompt imdiately appeared.
"Oh! Li Aozi sent a quest? Let have a look!"
Li imo hadn’t sent a quest in a long ti, but the rewards were always substantial when she did, and Caral Snail had always wanted to raise his Arcane Energy for Inscription Saint Swordmaster, maybe this ti he could.
With such thoughts, Caral Snail clicked on the quest details:
[Your lord has issued the Main Quest to all mbers of Newbie Village—’Saving Lord Aozi’]
[Type]: Support/Transport
[Ti Limit]: 12 hours (6 hours remaining)
[Mission Difficulty]: S
[Introduction]:
"A Zeta Rank thug nad Canyue has raided the capital city Trevela on Baizhu Star; your lord Li Aozi is going to confront the enemy and needs all the assistance possible. As warriors of the territory, Descenders, take action!"
[Settlent Conditions]:
A. ’Death Stranding’—Go to the following target locations, retrieve items, and transport more supplies to Trevela City;
Go to the Heroes of Falysia Tombs: Retrieve Li Aozi’s weapon
Go to Newbie Village Biochemical Center: Transport Li Aozi’s Implant Gear body to Trevela
Go to more areas, inform them of the situation, and get more humanitarian supplies to Trevela.
Reward: 1,000,000 Experience
B. ’Call of Duty’—In the current situation, Canyue cannot be left behind. The thug who has committed heinous cris must atone with death; find a Zeta Rank strongman to co to Trevela.
Reward: Specialty ’Perpetual· Willful’
Special note: This concerns the survival crisis of the territory, please respond actively
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"Wow, S-rank... and so many tasks."
Though the rewards were extrely generous, the mission difficulty was also very high, clearly requiring cooperation.
He definitely couldn’t do it alone, and ti was running out.
"What to do, I can’t just watch the S-rank quest slip away?"
Caral Snail felt troubled, opening his friends list to try his luck.
Looking at a row of gray avatars, Caral Snail held his head, nearly letting out a wail.
Damn! Now he would really watch the S-rank quest slip away!
And what else? The mission concerned the survival crisis of the territory?
"My house!"
Just as Caral Snail was in utter dismay, a ssage suddenly popped up in his friends list.
[Your friend [XXG] Cumin Powder has co online.]
[XXG] Cumin Powder: Whoa? Kiddo, why aren’t you sleeping? Still playing gas this late, I have training. What are you doing here?—Just now (Read)
Reply: Cumin Powder! You are my god!
Caral Snail quickly sent the quest content screenshot to her, then connected to voice chat, reminding her:
"Cumin Powder, Azi, sister, you are a professional player, can you call more colleagues? We’re about to be raided!"
"Hmm... It’s quite tricky, and it’s late at night, not easy to gather." Cumin Powder pondered for a mont:
"At this ti, everyone is asleep, the original mbers of Newbie Village probably can’t co together. After all, I don’t have that many contacts."
"How could it be..." Caral Snail instantly felt down.
"But the accounts of pro players from studios and big guilds are usually shared within the team. I’ve sent the ssage to them, they’re contacting replacents for the match." Cumin Powder said:
"I can’t gather the 25 original mbers, but I can still get 25 professional players."
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