Deep Crimson

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.

Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'

Li Aozi was somewhat surprised and for a moment forgot about going out to collect supplies and survivors.


He lifted the quilt and took a careful look. Dialan's stature had indeed reduced significantly; she now wouldn't be over one meter sixty, her complexion and breathing both far from smooth.


As time passed, Li Aozi observed that Dialan's body was continually 'melting'. Her flesh, like gold in a blast furnace, shrank and dissolved little by little. Colorless blood and tissue fluid seeped out, swiftly soaking the quilt on her body, drip-dropping like raindrops onto the ground.


She was still shrinking. Her features were also becoming more childlike, resembling those of a 12 or 13-year-old. Her hair, however, hadn't shortened and remained long, draping over her body, rising and falling with her breathing.


With no other choice, Li Aozi had to wipe her body with a towel. Dialan moved restlessly, but without any strength.


181. Even the tiny ones are cute