162: Guys, Who Gets It? I'm Seriously Speechless, I Have No Idea What to Call This Chapter

Snowflakes are dendritic hexagonal crystals, so light that ten thousand snowflakes stacked together would weigh only one gram.

My heart weighs 250 grams, and it would take 2.5 million snowflakes to fill every atrium.

Or, a single tear from you.

When my heart is filled with ice and snow, it will propel four kilograms of blood heavily into every inch of my muscles and bones, giving me the strength to lift you up, embrace you, and love you.

Dia Lan, I am so sorry. I gave you the best qualities and the supreme bloodline, but without your consent, I placed a cruel mission on you, a mere child. You should have been enjoying a life of extravagance and debauchery.

But I will transform you into a warrior, a solitary and aloof Crusader, who will fight to the very end against the most heinous thugs in the world—the Hidden Society —with lofty ideals.

I will steal your emotions and passions, and arm your mind with steel and fire.

I will transform your flesh and bones, and adorn your appearance with magic and violence.

I will destroy your personality and mind, and fill your life with revenge and battle.

You are a noble sacrifice, a sacrifice made on behalf of all people. Without your destruction, how could the universe survive?

I have never harmed anyone in my life, and I have saved countless lives, but you, my dearest child, are the only one I would gladly take your place in hell.

But I am powerless to change anything. All I can do before I die is wish you a speedy completion of this mission.

The autumn breeze gently opened the window, slightly lifting Dia Lan's long golden hair. The bright, lustrous strands of hair were as delicate and radiant as silk and metal, shimmering with a dazzling light.

She sat alone against the headboard, her slender legs crossed, textbooks scattered around her, and she stared indifferently at the projection of the pendant.

"... Before I die, I wish you a speedy completion of this mission."

After the recording ended, she closed the pendant's cap, put it back around her neck, lowered her head, and composed herself.

It's been four years.

After the doctor died, I continued my independent and nomadic life until now, and I have almost gotten used to this lonely life.

From initially naively entering the big city and nearly being abducted, to gradually realizing the heavy responsibility and danger brought by this bloodline, four years have passed since I slowly grew up.

"I must fulfill the mission the doctor entrusted to me."

[The Hidden Society] Gaia is the most powerful and unknown predatory society, which will bring harm to the entire universe, a true natural disaster, and an eternal calamity.

Only I have this responsibility, and only I have the ability to fight against it.

"Focus on growing stronger, don't think about anything else, Dia Lan. My existence is solely for the purpose of defeating Gaia. Nothing else matters."

I roused myself each day, like a believer's daily prayer, using the doctor's last words to strengthen my will and faith.

Nothing else matters, as long as I can become stronger and have more power, I can destroy Gaia in the future.

"I am a chosen one, like the last Star Abyss Warrior, Lioz. You could say I am the messenger of God's will. The entire universe is facing a catastrophe, and I alone must step forward."

The corruption of society targets the weaknesses of human nature: laziness, greed, selfishness, jealousy, desire, vanity, etc.

'Once you join [society], you don't need to think about anything anymore; everything will be done by the will of [society].'

There is no need to worry, no need to be anxious, no dissidents, and no injustice.

In this increasingly deteriorating world, the original intention of "society" seems so noble and alluring.

The doctor did not take away her senses, precisely so that she could better feel the harm of society. This was also a trial, testing her determination to fulfill her mission.

Only by constantly strengthening this belief can she resist the corruption of society.

Even though she has never encountered "society" since birth, she has always adhered to this principle.

After a quick wash, Dia Lan changed into her school uniform— White Candle Star Interstellar University does indeed have school uniforms; for boys, it's a dark formal jacket, a knitted vest, and a light blue shirt, paired with formal trousers.

The girl wore a dark blue jacket with orange trim and a plaid skirt, a light-colored shirt, and white stockings. She usually wore a bow, but Dia Lan didn't like feeling restricted. She was used to unbuttoning the collar of her shirt and rolling up the sleeves to reveal her fair and firm forearms, which was cooler and easier to move around in.

Because of the school's open and undisciplined atmosphere, coupled with the fact that the students generally come from well-off families, they usually wear their own clothes. Students who wear school uniforms can be considered, in a sense, unsociable "bookworms".

But Dia Lan is an exception.

"Hey, Dia Lan is here."

"Get out of here! That guy is too stalker."

"Help! She just glanced at me! I'm suffocating!"

When she walks on campus, no one sees her as a bookworm. Whether it's the chilling aura emanating from her bloodline, or the intimidating presence that makes people back down from afar, or her inhuman gaze sweeping across the campus, almost no one can withstand her aura.

These don't matter.

She walked casually through the campus streets with her hands in her shirt pockets, like a boy.

The school was already bustling in the early morning, with many students racing to get into study rooms or heading to workshops for internships. But as soon as they saw her pass by the intersection, everyone would stop and wait quietly to watch her cross the road, as if it were some shocking or Terror scene.

As soon as she arrived, the students were overjoyed and immediately scurried away.

These things don't matter.

Dia Lan coldly watched the passing students. Her senses were incredibly sharp, and her dragon bloodline endowed her with excellent information-gathering abilities. She could clearly steal the conversations of others from her surroundings and bring them back to her ears.

"That Dia Lan, just because someone blocked his way, beat up two classmates when school started."

"Are you referring to the day you fought those two Catfish People on the first day of school? "Dia Lan frowned slightly.

If everyone fights without taking action, the entire road will be blocked, and everyone will just be watching the show, causing countless people to be late.

It doesn't matter.

After all, it's not a big deal, but other people's opinions seem to go beyond that.

"Not only that, the elemental riot that happened at school before was related to her."

"Huh? I remember that the Student Union Enforcement Department investigated for a while afterward, but they didn't say it was her fault, right?"

"Oh dear, who else could it be but her? The offspring of dragons and titans, she has no connection to humans whatsoever, and might even be a cannibal."

Elemental uprising?

Dia Lan became slightly concerned.

That whole thing was completely fabricated; she just happened to be out of the dorm at the same time and didn't have any classes.

Moreover, judging from the outcome, the senior students in the Enforcement Department not only failed to find the real culprit and followed and monitored him for a whole month, but also did not apologize to him.

Under normal circumstances, they would also consider themselves victims.

It doesn't matter.

"Speaking of which, she applied to work at the Laurel Workshops, but the professor kicked her out."

Finally, something normal has happened.

Even Dia Lan would feel dissatisfied if he repeatedly heard such purely prejudiced words.

"Haha, I've heard about that too. Professor Quel'Thana was so tactful. She specifically said that she only accepts pairs of partners, two people per group. It's hilarious."

"Uh, I don't quite understand Professor Quel'Thana. Is there anything special about her?"

"Professor Quel'Thana, although she is notoriously difficult at the school and treats the workshop almost entirely as her own property, has never made such an unreasonable request—you know, the workshop is a place for collaboration, how could she possibly allow such a troublemaker to enter?"

"You mean, the professor is openly refusing Dia Lan entry?"

"That's right. She had approached several students of similar ability to form a partnership, but they were all rejected—and what happened? Professor Quel'Thana announced that all of these students were accepted today."

"Uh, anyone who can get into Professor Quel'Thana's workshop must be at least Delta-rank, with decent talent and family background—but who would want to partner with something like this? Aren't they afraid that one day the Dragon Titan will be in a bad mood and eat them up?"

"Yes, that's right."

"If you ask me, this kind of dangerous person should be sent to the battlefield. What are the people in the conscription office doing? Just send this woman there, and that would be the end of it."

"That's true. It's a pity that such a beautiful face is paired with such a terrible personality."

"Call--"

Dia Lan let out a deep breath.

It doesn't matter.

Calm down, Dia Lan, stay calm. You shouldn't be fighting here.

Even if Professor Quel'Thana is targeting me, it's not a big deal. Since she wants to find her own partner, I've already found Lioz, a first-year student.

She had observed the student carefully. From the time he first entered the school, before the news of Lioz's five-minute magic test was officially shelved, she had been paying attention to this potential competitor.

Lioz was, without a doubt, a very unique person.

He felt neither awe nor disgust because of his powerful bloodline, nor was he prejudiced against himself because of rumors.

Subsequently, Lioz's sudden fall from grace, which was significantly different from the rumors, sparked controversy. However, as the person involved, Lioz was completely unconcerned about the opinions of those around him. He lived his life calmly and freely, never letting external factors affect him.

In Dia Lan's view, Lioz's image has always been very clear.

He maintained his will and cultivated his spirit, and endured hardship with a calm mind. He did not fawn over those of low rank, and even though his Credits were being deducted from his record, Lioz did not succumb to despair or give up on himself. Instead, he actively faced the problems, took action everywhere, found the issues, took timely breaks, and resolved them.

What others saw was that Lioz caught up with the progress in three months after entering school, but no one noticed that Lioz spent a month going from a score of more than -500 points to making a rocket-like leap to catch up and even reach the Delta-rank.

Lioz is a man with extraordinary talent, and even Professor Quel'Thana would have no complaints about partnering with him.

"As long as Lioz is with me, everything will go smoothly."

Dia Lan thought to himself.