Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'

The lung was thrown onto the billboard, the intestines hung on the excavator's bucket, and the heart? The heart seemed okay, just lying in front of her.

The body of the Apostle of Entropy turned into a black mark, vaporized on the spot, leaving an imprint on the ground.

Nomi blinked, looking at her fragmented body, and sighed sincerely:

"I've grown used to resurrection; I kind of miss the feeling of death."

Arcane Energy quickly activated, the skeleton formed instantly, nerves and flesh wrapped around it, and with a slight clench of her fist, she regained the ability to move her muscles, casually grabbing a banner from the side to cover herself.

Nomi raised her head, gazing at the bright blue sky, the golden sunlight falling into her eyes, causing her pupils to constrict and then return to normal.

The warm sunlight brought by radiation felt somewhat scorching for someone of her Outer World lineage, her overly pale skin exposed under the ultraviolet rays would quickly blister and turn bright red. Nomi rubbed her nose, shedding the dead skin from her hands, her entire nose tip sunburnt.

But this kind of pain... is not uncomfortable at all.

Nomi looked at the blue sky and white clouds, the gentle warm wind melting the accumulated snow, snowmelt flowing into the ravines, forming small streams. Given enough time, these dunes and deserts might restore their legendary greenery.

"Oh, Sun, how beautiful."

"Is this sunlight? So different from Ersha, blue sky and white clouds."

"Thank you, you're simply like an angel."

Behind her came a buzz of voices, and she turned to see the workers who had been frozen, crowding around someone. Kalem, with whom she had previously dined, was among them, looking blushingly shy, like a young boy in love.

"Did someone heal them? Was it the presence that just defeated the Apostle of Entropy?"

Nomi held her forehead, feeling a throbbing pain in the central region of her brain:

"Uh— there it is again, every time I'm resurrected I forget something. Because of this, I don't even remember who saved me from the Outer World."

Is this the cost of eternal life?

According to my aunt, I was sent to the Red Arrow Embassy, specifically to my aunt, but I don't know by whom, who dared to eliminate the man-eaters and Flesh and Blood Tree back then to save me.

However.

She gently brushed the burn scar on her face.

——Since then, this scar has remained, at least as proof someone lent a helping hand.

Over these many years, no matter what dangers she faced or how her relatives advised her, Nomi has never had the resolve to heal this scar.

Thanks to President David Lyn's reforms, they haven't urged her to marry, only hoping she would find a support soon.

Nomi wasn't interested in such mundane matters; since the Frost Plated Revolution, she chose to leave the Frost Plating Federation, traveling across the Outer World, measuring this planet with her feet, and using her hands to mediate conflicts between Frost Plated and the Outer World people. Her undying body allowed her to practice benevolence anytime, and the Pathway's power let her strike at bandit dens.

Of course, she had her little motives too.

The Outer World is vast; if her benefactor isn't in the Four Nations, there's a greater chance they're hiding in some Outer World community.

Thus, as long as she keeps performing righteous deeds, one day, if she meets that person again, maybe they'll recognize her through this scar?

'But, it's already been over forty years, naturally, the person should have passed away, perhaps I'll never meet them in this lifetime, maybe it's just wishful thinking.'

Nomi smiled slightly, walking towards the workers.

Many things in this world are just wishful thinking, ideals can't be eaten as bread.

Her journey of righteous deeds had only reached halfway when she had to stop, because her homeland Frost Plated and the entire world were facing a major crisis.

No one can stay out of it, as a Transcendent and an Undead, Nomi naturally had a greater duty to share the risks with the civilians.

Why do it, who knows.

With only a college education, Nomi Anderson Guesette never pondered these questions.

Maybe— because she could?

"What kind of person saved us? We should thank them properly."

Thinking this, Nomi walked into the crowd, the workers full of respect and friendliness for the person they surrounded, each taking out gifts to express gratitude eagerly.

"Thank you, there's no need to give anymore."

At that moment, Nomi heard a calm voice filled with immense compassion and tenderness from the crowd.

"For you to exist safely at this moment, I'm already very satisfied."

She was slightly stunned, although it was a voice she had never heard, for some reason, she felt a strong sense of palpitation.

"What's happening, this feeling..."

Nomi felt confused, yet her body moved on its own, stepping forward, squeezed into the crowd, and said excitedly without thinking:

"Excuse me, please let me through! I need to get to the front!"

The reason? She didn't know, but somehow, a voice seemed to tell her:

'If you don't go see, you'll regret it for the rest of your life.'

So, relying on her Transcendent strength and robust physique, she forced her way into the crowd.

"I have nothing to introduce, are there any more wounded? Once I leave here, there are still many places, many people who need me."