"May 5, year 1121 in the Star Ocean Calendar.
"I've lived alone in the darkness for another hundred years.
"This time, my life is really coming to an end; the fire of life will fade out very soon.
"A spectral Cultivator as a life form is extremely fragile in the first place and is prone to the scourge of radiations and spiritual waves. It is not unusual for a spectral Cultivator to die abruptly without a good reason.
"I've already reached my limit after struggling to stay alive for more than two hundred years under the protection of the underground silver ocean.
"I'm not scare of death.
"After living by myself for more than two hundred years in complete darkness ten thousand meters below an uninhabited planet, even hell looks as bright and splendid as heaven for me.
"I'm wandering on the border of mental derangement every second, planning to end my own life.
"For years, I've been very, very, very jealous of the repair puppet.
