Starry Sky: My Life Star God, starting reward Ruan Mei

Bai Yan did not help her relieve the fatigue from not sleeping all night.

The disguised Great Guardian dragged his weary body, wearing a mask and plain clothes, walking down the streets of the upper district, unrecognized by anyone.

Life in the upper-class area of ​​Belleburg remains largely unchanged, just like yesterday.

Only the street eroded by the rift stands out starkly, but its flaws do not detract from its overall beauty, and people continue to live in peace.

Several children were playing in front of the Yongdong Inscription Stele, their laughter filling the air.

The aroma of bread and pastries wafts from the windowsill on the second floor of the Goethe Hotel; their famous tea and desserts are not only available during afternoon tea.

Beside the Golden Opera House, a lady in full regalia, soon to take the stage, will test her clear and beautiful voice, preparing to bring a spiritual feast to the audience.

The bookstore owner was wiping the bookshelves with a cloth. Although most of the books were old, they were still neatly arranged for people to browse.

People seem to have enough leisure time to browse and enjoy reading in bookstores.

……

Was this trial truly severe? She gradually realized what the other party wanted to do.

She took a quick look around the upper area, and Bai Yan told her the next trial: go and explore the lower area.

With Bai Yan's help, when Cocolia changed into a simpler outfit and quietly arrived in Rocky Town, the dilapidated buildings came into her view.

The streets were narrow and dark, lacking adequate lighting. The buildings appeared old and poorly maintained, with mottled walls and broken windows.

There was no laughter here; people were pale and emaciated.

There were even two or three young children helping the people from the Earth Fire organization move supplies.

As the feeling of being cut by a knife surged into her heart, Cocolia fully realized that this trial truly deserved to be called severe.

A girl with a red ribbon tied around her arm walked over, her long purple hair swaying slightly.

The other person frowned: "You're from the upper district too? Has that kid Sangbo gone mad? Didn't he want to keep his secret from so many people?"

Cocolia recognized the red ribbon; it belonged to someone who had maintained order in the lower realms and resisted the earth fire that shattered the boundaries over the years.

Her voice was barely recognizable in the lower levels: "May I wander around the lower levels?"

The girl's words were barbed: "Another guy who comes down here to see how awful our lives are, just to try and find some hope for his own future? Just wait and see."

The girl then turned and left, leaving behind the words: "There are quite a few homeless people and homeless people on the lower rungs of society. Go and see."

The girl's words were more direct than the high priest's praise, yet equally sharp.

The simple stalls in Panyan Town only offer some basic food and supplies.

Cocolia could hear the haggling between vendors and customers, everyone struggling to make a living and hoping to buy more necessities for as little money as possible.

Her journey through the lower districts passed through Panyan Town and led her to the large mining area.

At the work site, the rumbling of mine carts mingled with the sounds of miners striking rocks with picks and hammers.

People's faces were covered in dust, their hands were rough, and their clothes were worn out.

She passed by a camp of homeless people, whose homes had been eroded by the Rift.

They lost their homes, their loved ones, and their peaceful lives. Those who survived ultimately endured suffering far greater than anyone else should have.

If she hadn't foolishly launched a full-scale attack on the rift, if she hadn't maintained the blockade for so many years...

But there is no if.

Many years ago, people were proud to work in the lower-level mining areas because they chose a difficult job for the sake of the continuation of civilization.

But she betrayed them.

Cocolia's journey through the lower realms is gradually coming to an end.

At noon, her exhausted body and the shock to her mind left her somewhat dazed.

Bai Yan took her back to Kripper Castle, but instead of letting her simply fall asleep, he told her about the next trial.

"Starting from the Iron Guard Forbidden Zone, there is a fist-sized green gem hidden in the snowfield. Find it before dark."

Throughout history, the Silvermane Iron Guards have stood at the edge of the Rift, defending against the escape of Rift monsters that invade their homeland.

After Cocolia stepped into the Iron Guard's restricted area, the Rift Realm Creation did not seek her out for some reason.

She dragged her weary body through the snowfield, the light of hope helping to dispel the cold in her heart and ensuring she wouldn't perish in the snowstorm.

The biting cold wind couldn't touch her, but the frozen corpses of the Silver-Maned Iron Guards deep in the snowfield seemed to be wielding heavy hammers and striking her heart.

Not long ago, she also issued foolish orders such as "Silvermane Archer Firepower Group, move forward twenty meters."

Warriors who swore to defend their homeland died here for no reason, on the orders of their most trusted guardian.

Her steps grew heavier and heavier, and she could barely lift her feet.

But she persisted until it got dark.

Exhausted, Cocolia stumbled and fell on the snowfield.

A fist-sized emerald green pearl appeared in her hand without her noticing.

A fire burned in her heart, but her body had reached its limit. Her body was slowly covered by snow, as if she were about to become an eternal statue.

As night fell, a soft light suddenly appeared, and a god with black hair and black eyes came before her.

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He reached out and lifted her up, a gentle vitality enveloping her. In that brief touch, she felt as if she had received a night's rest. Her body had regained its vitality.

“My poor child, now I can give you one last trial.”

His voice was as clear as ever, and as stern as it was this morning: “You may give up now, for this trial is truly severe.”

Cocolia remained resolute and asked, "What is the final trial?"

He took out the Belloberg Law Book that she had found that morning and handed it to her:

"Please use the legal standards of the civilization you uphold to judge your own guilt here."

"I'll give you a day of probation afterward, so you can do what you want to do, and do what you should do."

"The day after tomorrow you will give your final speech, bidding farewell to everything you cherish."

"That is not a gesture of seeking forgiveness, nor is it for winning praise and commemoration. It will be the last and greatest service that a repentant but sinful leader will bring to the people."

"In the end, I will bury you in the spring of Belleburg with the deepest sorrow."

"This is your last chance to give up. You don't have to be my child, and you can continue to live."

Cocolia's mind flashed through various images: the questions the Silvermane Iron Guard commander had asked her when she was ignorant, the Great Guardian heir who was now capable of standing alone, the displaced people in the lower districts, and the countless warriors who died in the snowfields because of her betrayal...

This resolute leader of human civilization took a deep breath, gripped the Beloberg Laws in his hand, and made a decision before the deity:

"Please bury me in the spring of Belleberg."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Chapter 55 She is a leader, a sinner, and a mother.

"Mother, may I ask where you went today?"

Bronya, having finished her work in the lower district, met her mother, who had just returned, at Cocolia's office in Kripper Castle.

The Great Guardian looked at her adopted daughter with loving eyes: "Child, from now on, I hope you will stop using honorifics with me. Just call me Mother."

It was at this moment that the Great Guardian remembered the homeless people he had seen in the lower districts that day, the children who had lost their homes and loved ones in the disaster.

A layer of sadness welled up on her kind face, and her eyes glanced hesitantly at the Beloberg Law Book on the table, still covered with snowflakes.

The people who lost their lives because of her misguided path can no longer enjoy the warmth of this world, but she, the guilty one, still has one day to say goodbye to her beloved daughter.

She wiped the snowflakes off the law book, the ice crystals melting in her palm and turning into flowing water: "How's the support work in the lower districts going?"

"We are working on resettling the homeless, but there is a shortage of sites and building resources. People's living space has been severely compressed by the snowfields and the rift valleys."

Bronya briefly summarized the day's events to her mother:

"Although people now have the ability to go to the snowfield, all kinds of daily necessities will still be affected by the cold wave, and it is difficult to quickly establish a suitable settlement in the snowfield."

Cocolia said thoughtfully, "Hmm, I understand. You should go back and rest."

“Mother…” Bronya remembered Cocolia’s reminder earlier, “Goodbye, Mother. You should get some rest too.”

It was a long night.

Cocolia did not ponder and deliberate as she had yesterday.

She laid out a sheet of paper, picked up her pen, and began to write earnestly.

She had another sleepless night, but life was in the air. In the morning, the deity helped her shake off her fatigue.

The time came to the third day of the visitor's arrival from outer space, which was also her last day.

Cocolia called Bronya over and handed her the document she had just approved: "Tomorrow morning, you will be responsible for fully opening the passage between the upper and lower levels and informing the people in the lower level."

After Bronya left, she made arrangements for others: "Tomorrow I will give an important speech in front of the Everlasting Winter Monument..."

He was busier than ever in his final moments.

She was a mother, but she was also a leader of the people, a leader burdened with guilt.

Tenderness only comes after everything is arranged properly.

As night fell again, Cocolia placed the final, organized documents onto the bookshelf in Cripper Castle.

She walked towards her daughter and took her hand, a gesture she hadn't taken in a long time: "Bronya, let's go for a walk."

Bronya paused slightly, then looked at her: "Mother..."

Cocolia squeezed her hand and said softly, "It's been a long time since we went shopping together, hasn't it? Let's go to the Goethe Hotel for some tea and snacks, child."

The image of the displaced people in the lower-class areas and the corpses of the Iron Guards in the snowfield still lingered in her mind.