It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 636 Memories of a Meteor

A hint of surprise flashed in Meteor's eyes, "...Dead?"

"He's dead." The drunkard's expression revealed a dazed disbelief at the fact. "He said your health caused his play to end prematurely. He died a few minutes after sending that message."

After listening, Meteor remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "With his personality, he was bound to get into trouble sooner or later, but I didn't expect him to die at this critical juncture."

“Yes, to die at this critical juncture…” The drunkard blankly closed the virtual screen, and after a moment, looked up at the shooting star, “Now you are the only remaining reincarnation vessel.”

"What a pity," Meteor murmured.

"What a pity?" the drunkard said anxiously. "You still have the mood to feel sorry for him? You should be worried about yourself. Fortunately, your bodies haven't been switched back yet, otherwise, once the short-legged sheep dies, you'll be the one reincarnated next!"

Meteor explained, “It’s a pity that I can’t use his cards anymore. Although your Black Pharaoh is powerful, the conditions for activating his skill are too strict. If you encounter a hidden boss in the future, only the Bard’s Heroic Epic can counter it. The Heroic Epic summons a spirit that is invincible for about twenty seconds. If I remember correctly, the last time the Bard recorded a spirit was in the battle when Blackspot killed the Mother Nest.”

— Bards cannot create heroic spirits out of thin air. So-called heroic narrative poems can be understood as a kind of game screen recording, recording the best performance of the combatant, and then projecting it onto a new battlefield while keeping the damage value unchanged.

Therefore, players who own the Bard card need to carefully select their teammates. If the teammates are too weak, the power of the Heroic Narrative Poem skill will be greatly reduced.

Mentioning the black spot, the drunkard couldn't help but sigh, "He shouldn't have digested the Mother Nest. I really don't know what he was thinking. We had all agreed that the Thousand-Faced God had a thousand faces and was compatible with cards of all attributes, so there was no concern about pollution values. Therefore, you were responsible for digesting all the Abyss cards. Besides, the Hero and the Mother Nest were obviously not suitable, but he insisted on trying!"

The drunkard was filled with resentment. The root of everything was the death of Black Spot. She had fantasized countless times—if Black Spot hadn't died, would Star Society have succeeded long ago?
“Perhaps it’s because the nature of a hero is to love adventure…” Meteor sighed, turning his head to look out the car window. “I also bear some responsibility. I valued his adventurous and rebellious spirit, but I underestimated the impact of the cards on him.”

The drunkard scoffed and said, "Are you sure it's the cards' influence? Sometimes I wonder if that's just a self-justifying excuse? Maybe it's simply because of greed? Isn't it normal for inferior genetically modified creatures like us to exhibit greed, shortsightedness, superficiality, brutality, and stupidity?"

Meteor's expression darkened slightly, showing some displeasure.

“I know you don’t like hearing these words, but I don’t believe you haven’t thought about them,” the drunkard said. “Blackspot may seem bold and brave, but he’s actually more calculating than anyone else. He can’t accept anyone being stronger than him, including you. That’s why he suggested digesting the cards himself after killing the Mother Nest. Do you think he didn’t know that cards need to be adapted? He knew it perfectly well! But he didn’t want to see you continue to get stronger, so he forcibly digested the Mother Nest!”

The displeasure on Meteor's face gradually faded, replaced by an indescribable weariness.

When the Star Society was first established, thanks to the newbie gift pack and the assistance of senior administrators, everyone's decks were quite good, and everyone was full of fighting spirit when conquering the maze.

The maze will produce points and cards. Points are easy to distribute, but you can only get one card.

Indeed, as the Drunkard said, everyone agreed that unless it was a card that clearly suited them, Meteor would be responsible for consuming it.

The dark spots also agree.

For their first raid, Meteor chose an ordinary maze to practice in. The raid went very smoothly. Apart from a slight delay in solving the puzzles, everyone pushed the dungeon progress to the boss without much effort and obtained the card Necromancer King.

The Drunkard's main card, Black Pharaoh, possesses the ability to manipulate skeletons, which clearly aligns with the Necromancer attribute, so this card is used by the Drunkard.

Afterwards, they conquered the dungeons several more times, and the cards produced were consumed by the messenger and the meteor.

Blackspot acted very generously. Meteor remembered that once, the dungeon boss dropped a card called Throne Guardian, which she felt was a good match for Blackspot's Hero card, and suggested that Blackspot use it.

Black Spot said jokingly, "Give it to the messenger. He should increase his defense. I don't want to have to spare time to save him when I fight the boss next time. His wings always slap me with feathers."

The messenger smiled quietly to the side.

Back then, the team had a harmonious atmosphere, and it was common for them to tease and joke with each other; no one got angry.

Looking back on all this now, Meteor thinks that Black Spot probably wanted to demonstrate his leadership by giving up the cards.

But when did he start to change?
It must have been that time...

The shooting star reminisced about the past.

That time, she felt that the team was well-coordinated and could try challenging the Abyss Maze. Black Spot readily agreed and led the team into the deepest part of the maze. The Abyss Boss was indeed extraordinary in strength. Not only was its attack power extremely high, but it could also accurately hit everyone's weak points. The team suffered casualties for the first time. The doctor was busy treating the team members and almost exhausted his energy.

They thought they would return empty-handed, but Black Spot used his life-saving skill, despite being low on health, to deliver a fatal blow to the maze boss.

The card produced that time was the All-Knowing Eye.

The meteor digested the card.

The All-Seeing Eye greatly enhances her abilities. Although it is not a main card, it has a profound impact. She can now see information that others cannot, easily capture their weaknesses, and even peer into their memories.

She became increasingly silent, often lost in thought, and her understanding of games and even the world as a whole was undergoing subtle changes.

Even the drunkards joked that after she absorbed the All-Knowing Eye, her whole demeanor seemed to have become wiser, like a noble upper-class person.

Meteor guesses that Black Spot might have seen this change in her, which is why she also became interested in the Abyss Cards?

The black spot is dead.

She had no way of knowing what he was thinking; some things are destined to remain unanswered forever.

The drunkard reopened the virtual screen, scrolled through his chat history with the poet, and said, "The poet died too suddenly. He didn't leave behind any clear words before he died. If he had just sent me his location, we wouldn't be in such a passive position now."

"You want to find out where he was before he died?" Meteor glanced at her.

"Don't you want to?" The drunkard frowned. "Your body is there. Although it's not the right time to switch back yet, it's better to know the other person's location than to know nothing at all—at least, it won't be so easy for Feng Ling to trick you next time."

Meteor smiled faintly. "Simple. Didn't the poet say the grand play was coming to an early end? You can keep an eye on the news today and tomorrow. The plays he orchestrated are nothing more than a few types: harmony turns into division, and friendship turns into enmity. Wherever chaos suddenly breaks out, it's most likely the work of the poet before his death."

(End of this chapter)