Chapter 98: Finally Seeing the Starlight
“Rezi, Rezi, what’s wrong? You’re not moving.” Lanlier gently shook her, and Rezi seemed to have momentarily lost herself.
“It’s nothing, just spacing out for a bit,” Rezi stood up from her seat; the opera performance had ended long ago.
As the opera concluded, it took the audience a while to return to their senses from the story.
“Why am I moved to tears today when I’ve seen this opera several times before?”
“A long time since I’ve appreciated such a touching opera,” a wealthy old man sighed.
“Dad, one day I want to become the successor of the Thunder God and join the Lightning Knights,” said a child excitedly imitating a character from the opera.
After the performance, the audience in the theater discussed among themselves, all marveling at the opera’s performance. Even the most critical regulars had to admit that this was the best performance they’d seen in nearly a decade, with the last time being the Dusk Troupe ten years ago.
Though there were no new faces in the cast and the plot remained the same, there was something indescribable about it. Perhaps it was because the audience was more immersed in the story, their emotions fluctuating dramatically, akin to riding a roller coaster.
“Rezi, you did great.”
Afterward, Lanlier praised Rezi’s singing in the backstage. She knew exactly why this opera’s impact was several levels higher than before. In fact, the actors and other musicians hadn’t changed much; she still played the lead role. Only the voice behind the scenes had changed. Even during her performance, her mood couldn’t help but rise and fall. After all, she had performed this script many times.
“Thank you.”
Rezi herself didn’t feel particularly proud. This was her first time performing, so she had nothing to compare it to. She simply felt that this was how opera should be.
Little did she know, this was an extremely rare situation. Even the best scripts would eventually become tiresome with repeated performances, and even the most beautiful songs could grow boring with constant repetition. People’s happiness thresholds continually increased. But this performance truly broke everyone’s usual experience, bringing waves of amazement.
Lolan Hill walked home, feeling restless for some reason. Upon returning home, she slept poorly throughout the night.
The next day after lunch, she asked Chelsea to decline visitors and walked alone into the small courtyard.
In the quiet courtyard, the pear tree swayed slightly in the autumn wind as it had before. She leaned back against the chair, her hair cascading down as she gazed at the rolling clouds in the sky, yet her heart could not find peace.
Anxiety seemed to come from an unseen place, as if telling her that something bad was about to happen.
She closed her eyes, sinking deep into her inner consciousness, diving deeper to explore the source of this anxiety.
Deep in her memory, fragments of time flashed by, showing scenes of her living alone in the Tixilai Mountains, scenes from her past life studying in school, scenes of laughing with friends, and bustling scenes of attending a banquet in Vergha.
Scenes passed before her eyes and then dissipated.
Finally, she stopped on a scene from many years ago, the afternoon she watched a young boy leave.
In the sunlight-dappled forest, she softly sang, blessing the ordinary boy, hoping he could create his own miracle.
She stood quietly in front of this grand painting, looking at her past self sitting on a tree, silver-haired and dressed in white, her eyes closed, lips parted, praying devoutly.
Lolan Hill’s pupils seemed to sparkle with starlight. In a daze, she saw many people and things, the clumsy pursuits of those people, the process filled with difficulties.
The young boy wasn’t eloquent. He could only use clumsy actions to move others time and again, eventually making them believe him. This way, he gained his first few companions.
They wandered between cities and wilds, facing one difficulty after another. Life dealt them blow after blow. Some companions fell forever, some were lured away by fame and profit, and others ultimately lost hope and gave up.
They regrouped, learned from each mistake, and continued forward. So, they foolishly set out on a new path, exploring new roads. Everything still held hope, didn’t it?
Until the storm clouds obscured the sky, and the lightning bearers charged into battle.
In the intense lightning, those vivid faces seemed to want to say something, but nothing came out. Anger was suppressed within their chests, and with sword and blood, they fell, their eyes filled with unfulfilled emptiness scattered across the earth, no longer alive.
The threads of fate also snapped here.
Lolan Hill slowly opened her eyes. Her pupils seemed to contain the Milky Way, constantly flowing, reflecting the world. Her body slowly rose, her white dress fluttering without wind, her form gradually becoming ethereal, her hair slowly turning back to its original silver color.
A star rose from the earth, beautiful starlight tracing a long trajectory in the sky, straight upward, as if the fallen stars returned to the heavens.
Or like a pebble thrown into the sky, creating ripples that spread out, revealing a clear, mirror-like blue-violet sky, where stars twinkled, seemingly following a specific pattern, conveying some information, responding to someone’s call.
When Lolan Hill regained consciousness, she found herself surrounded by endless stars and celestial bodies. Stars, some as small as grains of rice, others too large to see, followed a certain trajectory in the starry sky, moving steadily but irresistibly.
At this moment, she felt no sense of her body or her transcendent core, as if everything had turned into intangible nebulae.
The only thing still present in her consciousness was the mechanical system prompt sound.
[Identity verification for the Third Ruler begins]
[Verification item one, passed]
[Verification item two, passed]
[Verification item three, passed]
[…]
[Verification item thirty-seven, passed]
[Verification complete, full passage, empowerment begins.]
[Star Crown activation loading, 10%, 48%, 72%, 100%, loading complete.]
[Miracle Star, simulation starts!]
[Fate Thread, activation!]
Suddenly, Lolan Hill’s field of vision was filled with countless complex trajectories, precisely the paths of the stars.
These celestial bodies moved according to their own trajectories, interfering and influencing each other, ultimately leading to the unknowable future.
These stars traveled through the vast expanse of the galaxy, floating in the river of fate, various factors affecting their journey. No one knew what their future would hold, only that they had to struggle in the turbid currents.
But a special star emerged from the river of fate, leaping out of the water. It began observing the entire river and the individuals it carried.
Her gaze shifted, finding the tiny star through her long-ago connection. Around it, tiny star sands revolved, but this star had already embarked on a desperate path. The golden thread of fate ahead had been severed, leaving only void and darkness.
Since the original fate had been severed, let me weave a new thread of stars.
With this thought, the silver-haired girl’s figure gradually condensed and appeared in this starry world.
She carefully cupped the tiny star in her hands, the starlight slowly gathering, and the golden thread of fate began to appear before her.
At the same time, in the Windy Wilderness, the heavy thunderclouds seemed to be pushed aside by an invisible hand, revealing a pure and beautiful starry sky to everyone.
So magnificent, so grand, making individuals and life seem as insignificant as grains of sand.
And now, the starlight began to fall.
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