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Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'

A veteran player of "Starry Abyss" and a Meteor Fall Master known as Ace Bro, Li Zi came to the game world with his system template, arriving at the era of the game's beta version. This was the worst of times. Cosmic forces and financial magnates colluded, causing The Gate to the cosmos to be shut, planets' resources exhausted, even sunlight monopolized. It was also the best of times. All the Extraordinary Systems had just started, and in this era, only he possessed the final version patch as a Meteor Fall Master. While people reveled in the smoke of plasma cannons, Li Zi had already torn apart warships with Gravity. As Special Ability users proudly indulged in their awakened abilities, Moonlight had already become a servant to Li Zi. When the Interstellar Fleet crossed the Galaxy, Li Zi had just ignited the forty-second Stellar, illuminating the entire cosmos. "People have been trapped on the ground for too long and have forgotten that this Starry Sky should belong to us all," he said gently, holding a black hole in his hand while facing an indescribable native Evil God.

Deep Crimson · Du hí
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085. Gravity, death, to you are synonyms

She had just left when Nodley, lying on the ICU operating table, suddenly spoke:

"...Stop tending to me."

Her tone was weaker than it had ever been, devoid of her usual strength and composure, as light and flimsy as a piece of paper in the wind.

"Head Nurse Nodley? We've already administered the anesthesia—are you too disturbed by your Qi Energy for the drugs to hold you?"

"Anna... She has it tough."

Nodley's tone was filled with sorrow:

"Someone like me should just die, I've committed so many sins, now is my time for atonement..."

"What are you saying—you've saved so many lives, without you, all of us would have died long ago."

The lead surgeon's nose tingled with emotion; after all, Nodley was a colleague and friend they had worked with for years, defending their peace with martial force.

"...No matter how much water you add to a bottle of ink, it will never become clear. The wrong things I've done can never be washed away."