Chapter 1311 - 597: Pretty Good Luck! (Second Update, Extra for 329 Votes)

Chapter 1311: Chapter 597: Pretty Good Luck! (Second Update, Extra for 329 Votes)

Star Realm.

This is the land of endless void, the place connecting countless planes.

Some say, everything exists here.

Floating remnants of divine kingdoms, shattered fragments of planes, ruins of ancient wars, slumbering beasts, bizarre chaotic currents of laws, and even marvels condensed from the concepts themselves...

The Star Realm is abundant in resources, filled with endless opportunities.

But some also say, there is actually nothing here.

No up or down, no stable time, no air for mortals to breathe, no soil for life to take root, only eternal silence and primordial magic power so thin as to be nearly non-existent.

The scale of time here continuously shifts, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, never fixed.

You might feel only a moment has passed, yet the world outside has transformed drastically.

Or you might feel you’ve struggled for millennia, only to return home and find the water on the stove hasn’t yet boiled.

This uncertainty itself is a deadly torment.

Please be warned, the Star Realm is exceedingly dangerous.

There are all kinds of perilous lands here.

Some are formed from the corpses of Ancient Gods, where merely approaching might allow their lingering mad will to erode you, twisting you into an indescribable monster.

Some are remnants of destroyed civilizations, filled with grievances, curses, and runaway creations.

Some are the mighty forces of Nature—unpredictable space storms, void vortices that devour all, chaotic regions that distort physical laws...

Should you inadvertently trespass into any of them, there’s a high chance you’ll be utterly lost, never able to escape.

Yet if you’re lucky enough, or with extraordinary strength and wisdom, after enduring countless hardships you might manage to escape alive.

Then congratulations!

You can start preparing for the next trial.

Isn’t it a surprise? Aren’t you thrilled?

You may feel grateful for a moment’s respite, but don’t get careless!

I must stress once again, getting lost in the Star Realm is incredibly dangerous!

Even an Epic Strongman, lacking stable coordinates and adequate preparation, would eventually be eroded by the endless void, becoming just another silent ruin.

At this moment, Spirit Summoner Finn, the Epic Grand Mage who once stood at the pinnacle of countless casters in the Northern Lands, deeply understands the meaning of these words.

Ever since being betrayed by that damned fellow, and directly exiled into the Star Realm by the chairperson, Finn has been living a life worse than a stray dog.

"Herbert, and that damned old woman... I will make you pay!"

Finn has repeated this vow countless times.

The life force of an Epic Strongman is tenacious, especially for a Grand Mage skilled in soul and energy manipulation.

Even if the body is damaged, as long as the soul remains, there’s always a chance to slowly recover.

Though the Star Realm is extremely dangerous, among its scattered plane fragments and ruins, one can occasionally find residual energies or materials.

With his vast knowledge and persistence... or rather, the stubborn will not to die a wretched death, Finn managed to scrape by in such impoverished circumstances.

Just like Herbert said—many people are assumed to be living as long as they’re not dead on the spot.

Finn is just such a tenacious "cockroach," eking out a survival in this desolation, gradually healing his wounds and gathering magic power.

The process is exceedingly arduous and frustrating.

For some reason, Finn’s luck in the Star Realm is extremely awful.

He once fought endlessly with a pack of Star Realm hounds over a special stone still harboring magic, barely avoiding being torn apart by them.

He also accidentally entered an area echoing the mental residue left by fallen Ancient Gods, forced to repeatedly experience various despairing and maddening memory fragments, nearly having his soul assimilated.

At his most wretched, his magic power nearly depleted, he could only shrink onto a relatively stable rock, absorbing the Star Realm’s pitifully thin magic like the lowest apprentice.

The only turnaround was his eventual serendipitous entry into a more energetically active plane.

Finn almost danced with joy as he rushed in, planning to secretly regain his strength, gather power, then find a way back to the Northern Lands to seek revenge on Herbert and the Witch Association.

However, reality struck him hard.

The civilization of that plane was indeed not advanced, with low magic levels, no powerhouses above Legendary, yet they were obsessively wary of "abnormal energies" and "extraterrestrial visitors."

Despite Finn’s attempts to conceal the spatial ripples caused by crossing plane barriers, he was still detected by several so-called "Great Shamans" of that plane.

And his landing spot, unfortunately, happened to be near an important sacrificial holy site of that civilization.

Thus, before he could even survey his surroundings or recover any strength, he found himself surrounded by native powerhouses clad in animal skins, painted in oils, wielding magic staffs imbued with simple yet pure Power of Nature.

They regarded him as the "Evil Object from Beyond," the "Star of Calamity," and launched an attack without any room for negotiation.

These natives individually were far inferior to Finn, even in his half-crippled state, yet they harnessed the Power of Nature within the Holy Land to unleash secret techniques that briefly achieved Epic-level destructive power!

Finn tried communicating, explaining, intimidating, all to no avail.

The determination of these natives was frighteningly strong, convinced that he was a plague.

The battle didn’t last long, Finn had to fight while retreating, using magic for maneuvering, ultimately exhausting his last restored bit of magic to cast a costly random teleportation magic spell, narrowly escaping that accursed plane.

Forget about regaining strength; now it was back to square one!

He thought he wouldn’t face anything worse.

But the harsh truth told him—oh, how you underestimated things.

These experiences are far from the worst.

Now, Finn is facing the most terrifying crisis of his life!

He has encountered a gigantic planet completely covered by some kind of dark red flesh.

It floats quietly in the deep darkness as if it has existed there since time immemorial.

The distant light shining on it seems to be partially absorbed by the flesh, making it appear deeper than the surrounding space.

Like a gigantic, pupil-less eyeball, or like a colossal unimaginable life form stripped of its skin and muscles, silently "gazing" at the Star Realm, also "gazing" at the tiny Finn before it.

Danger!

Extreme danger!

Finn’s soul is shrieking madly, every inch of flesh urging him to move away at once.

The scene before him has completely exceeded his understanding.

Whether it is an Ancient God or an Evil Object, it is imperative to escape!

Escape!

Must escape!!!

However, just as Finn was about to exhaust everything to flee, he suddenly froze.

"Hmm?"

Finn realized something was wrong; he seemed to feel no presence from the other side at all!?

"Time... has been paused? Or has some power sealed it at a certain moment?"

He acutely perceived the essence of that abnormal "silence."

The flesh planet is stationary.

Finn can feel that the space surrounding this planet is exceptionally stable, so stable that even the Star Realm’s common slight ripples do not exist.

This space, including it, is stationary, fixed at a particular moment.

It doesn’t resemble ordinary living beings or dead heavenly bodies.

It’s more like a... specimen frozen at a moment of destruction.

An indescribable eerie feeling emanates from it, an absolute silence in which even time seems frozen.

Now is the time to escape!

Do not explore these secrets that shouldn’t be known!

But Finn did not move immediately.

The curiosity and thirst for knowledge of an Epic Grand Mage, after a brief fear, grew like poisonous vines.

"If I can get close to observe, perhaps I can discover something..."

Greed began to surface.

Finn seemed to fall into a special state, a momentary confusion showing in his eyes.

Restoring strength and finding the way home requires resources, and this bizarre planet before him likely holds unimaginable secrets, perhaps allowing him to turn misfortune into a blessing.

"Yes, that’s it."

He hesitated, weighing the risks and rewards.

The pain from his injuries and previous experiences warned him to be cautious, but the unprecedented spectacle and potential opportunities before him filled him with a kind of deadly allure.

"I’ll just take a look..."

Ultimately, his longing overcame the instinctive warning.

He decided to get slightly closer, at least conduct a preliminary, cautious exploration using his Spiritual Power.

Finn mobilized his remaining Magic Power, cautiously constructing perceptive tendrils, slowly extending them toward the dark red flesh planet.

Just as his tendrils were about to touch the planet’s seemingly "weakest" flesh membrane—

Beside Finn, suddenly and silently, an old man appeared, wearing an archaic styled hooded robe.

The old man’s figure wasn’t particularly tall, the shadow of the hood covered most of his face, making it impossible to discern his features.

Who!!?

At the moment the old man appeared, Finn seemed to awaken suddenly, every hair on his body standing up!

He didn’t sense any spatial fluctuations or energy warnings!

The other seemed to have been standing there all along, just only now "seen" by him.

Who are you!!?

Just as Finn hadn’t finished the "you" syllable, the old man nodded slightly and remarked with nostalgia, "Sneaking into the Star Realm for a stroll and finding something, my luck isn’t so bad."

"Indeed, sneaking out of the monastery was the right decision!"

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