After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 102.2

Xiu Si felt a soft tickling sensation and couldn’t help but smile, asking. “Are you still cold?”

“Meow~”

The Devon Rex cat shook its head, pressing its head against the youth’s palm, massaging it like a palm massage, the action both cute and adorable.

If the elven race knew their Elven Ancestor God was being so intimate with a human, they would probably drop their jaws in shock.

“Mm-hmm, I understand.”

Xiu Si patted His head, knowing it was enough that the children were safe and healthy – he didn’t have many other demands of them. However…

Xiu Si raised his eyes to look at the dark sky, his gaze showing obvious worry.

He still felt… it seemed one of his children was in danger.

And not just ordinary danger – they might even lose their life if things went wrong.

Xiu Si’s pupils contracted, his heart immediately becoming tense.

Amon…

****

Inside Chaos, Amon had underestimated the difficulty of the situation. He thought his will and various prepared measures could resist the divine nature of chaos, but only after entering personally did He realize there was a complete reason why Chaos was considered the most troublesome otherworld god.

This fellow was too outrageous – there simply wasn’t any space within for consciousness to exist. To make an unflattering comparison, His divine body was like a washing machine drum. The deeper you went, the stronger the centrifugal force became, as He tried to throw you out violently, not allowing anything to approach His empty centrifugal center.

Amon had penetrated to the deepest layer, and thus understood more clearly why Chaos had never given birth to consciousness. Of course it couldn’t be born! As soon as a thought appeared, it would immediately be thrown out, making it impossible to form consciousness!

However, while Amon cursed, the reality was that He was violently thrown out countless times. Even getting slightly closer risked His consciousness dissipating. He tried to adapt to the chaos, like an amputee trying to adapt to their prosthetic arm, but chaos had no rules to follow – just when you thought you understood it, it would change the next second.

Chaos could be anything, yet also seemed like it could be nothing.

If He couldn’t grasp the method to overcome this crisis soon, He might be devoured and assimilated by Chaos in the next moment.

What to do?

Amon wracked His brains, rarely feeling that things were about to spiral out of control.

Could He give up like this? No!

Amon released all His magic power, almost pushing His authority to the limit, telling Himself He existed – even if He was about to be chaosified, He still existed, still were that person’s child.

He had to handle all of this, then go back to see that person – this was also to find the culprit who had hurt that person.

Father, Fa…

He frantically rushed into Chaos’s deepest layer, enduring the pain of His body and soul being destroyed, with only a thread of will reaching straight to the bottom.

If someone saw this scene, they might have frowned involuntarily.

Because this truly wasn’t a form of resistance – though that will was strong, it simply couldn’t compare to Chaos.

The range of chaos that will could influence wasn’t even one ten-thousandth of the whole of Chaos – how could it possibly control all of Chaos?

His actions were undoubtedly like an ant trying to stop a chariot – He was bound to be assimilated by Chaos.

Things indeed developed this way.

The will weakened. Before Chaos’s terrifying historical inertia, anything could only be crushed.

Even will related to Him.

Gradually, the will became like a candle in the wind, barely alive, nearly extinguished several times, yet stubbornly burning with its last flame.

It was quite persistent indeed.

Why so persistent? He had a reason He had to do this – He had endured and cried through over eight thousand years, this moment was nothing in comparison.

He wanted to be the best child in that person’s heart, so He had to strive to be first and best in everything.

The candle flame was incredibly stubborn, refusing to extinguish no matter how it was blown. Though clearly pathetically weak, it was inexplicably terrifyingly strong.

He became entangled with Chaos through a strange and abstract authority, denying that chaos was nothingness, affirming that He Himself existed.

He shouted wildly, “I say consciousness exists within chaos, therefore consciousness must exist within chaos!”

His authority [Existence] possessed a power that emphasized “existence” in its settings. When He said something [existed], that thing would immediately exist the next moment. Therefore, some siblings said His ability was more like manifestation and erasure.

But He proved with facts that His authority wasn’t just those mundane applications, but had something more advanced – [Event Editing].

If something didn’t exist and He said it existed, it would immediately exist.

If something hadn’t happened and He said it existed, it would immediately happen.

Similarly with erasure – He could make anything exist without anyone knowing, and could make anything disappear without anyone knowing. As long as it was within the range that magic power could achieve.

Therefore, in a sense, His authority was exactly the counter to chaos.

His call created shock waves within Chaos, causing ripples in space that made all the demons observing outside grow tense.

In Bachin’s hall, a group of demons sat with serious expressions on the sofa.

Among them, Aelioge was the most nervous, the cup in His hand already showing cracks.

In their battle situation, Amon had fallen into an absolute disadvantage. If compared to Go, Amon had been completely surrounded by black stones.

Buer couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat. “He won’t lose, right?”

****

On the other side, in the study.

Xiu Si’s gaze fixed on empty space, his expression more serious than ever before, even showing hints of majesty beneath.

Though there was nothing in front of him, he said firmly and decisively, “Cannot lose.”

He repeated the same words several times afterward, as if using the power of Word Spirit, but it seemed to be more than just one power.

****

Several minutes later, the situation showed no change. After ten minutes, the situation changed.

In the invisible inner side of Chaos, a force was frantically counter-devouring chaos.

Starting weakly, then erupting, becoming unstoppable, leaving demons dumbfounded.

They thought it was temporary, but after waiting another half hour, they found that force was devouring an increasingly large area of Chaos, even reaching one-tenth!

He seemed to have found a method, therefore becoming like a fish in water amid chaos’s counterattack, like a whale playing games in the sea, becoming more and more successful, more and more skillful!

At this point, who couldn’t see where this was heading?

Bachin couldn’t help but praise. “As expected of Amon, reliable at critical moments.”

Valefor nodded, “Looks like everything’s fine now. As long as this momentum is maintained, it’s just a matter of time before Amon takes the power of the God of Chaos.”

Watching Amon gradually reclaim His authority, Aelioge’s eyes blazed, His lip line curving upward frantically.

As the possessor of the [Violence] authority, Morax was particularly sensitive to power. He could feel that Amon had become more than twice as strong, and was still continuously growing stronger, constantly mastering the authority of chaos!

Any demon would surely love power!

Buer was also delighted and was about to share Her thoughts when Her peripheral vision caught sight of Bachin, suddenly frightening Her. She exclaimed. “Brother Bachin, what’s wrong with you? You look terrible!”

Bachin chuckled, not answering immediately, lifted His coffee for a sip, His complexion darkening further.

Seeing Him like this, Buer couldn’t help saying, “Brother Bachin, won’t you die from staying up like this?”

Although She hadn’t heard of any demon dying from staying up late, Bachin really looked deathly.

Bachin glanced at Buer, “If I sleep, you all without space authority would either get lost in subspace or get stuck on the way.”

Buer immediately said, “Haha, then Brother Bachin better stay awake.”

Bachin coldly snorted, then downed another cup of coffee.

Watching the situation near the continent, Valefor analyzed. “Amon is about to succeed, but He won’t be able to digest chaos completely for a while, it will definitely take some time.”

Bachin agreed. “Of course, Chaos is incredibly vast in volume. Although Amon is the consciousness of Chaos, He might not be able to control all of Chaos’s divine body and powers. Being able to control half would be challenging enough.”

Valefor agreed with this view, “But I’m still surprised, because His previous powers weren’t related to Chaos at all.”

At this moment, Gusin, who was sleeping in the back, suddenly spoke with deep meaning. “Why not just merge them together? Existence and Nothingness, when merged, become Chaos.”

Valefor was stunned.

Buer was dumbfounded – could powers be merged like that? This wasn’t Pokémon!

Bachin couldn’t help saying, “No, this doesn’t make sense, they seem unrelated.”

Gusin smiled and turned His face. “If you reverse the time sequence, it’s easy to understand. It’s not that Existence and Nothingness gave birth to Chaos, but rather Chaos gave birth to Existence and Nothingness. In the beginning, the universe had nothing, only Chaos. After a long time, Chaos gave birth to Existence, and also to its opposite, Nothingness.”

What a philosophical wizard… this actually made sense.

Valefor nodded. “The two powers combined and traced back to upgrade, that’s probably what it means.”

Gusin pondered. “I’m not surprised at all, there’s nothing confusing about this. I’m just curious about what Father was thinking.”

Valefor froze, seeming to realize something crucial. So did Aelioge and Bachin.

Indeed, Amon was the God of Chaos, so when Father created Amon, the information He read should have been about Chaos – why would it be about Existence and Nothingness?

Father couldn’t have read the information wrong. There might be semantic differences, like Beelzebub’s Gluttony and Destruction, but Amon’s Chaos didn’t seem like something that could be misread.

Would you break down the concept of “Chaos” into Existence and Nothingness? Probably not – that train of thought wouldn’t even occur.

So why was it like this?

They fell into deep thought, though some couldn’t even begin to comprehend, like Buer and Morax.

They looked at each other.

Buer immediately stroked Her chin, pretending to think.

Morax remained silent.

After a few minutes, Valefor speculated, “Maybe Father didn’t want Amon to be lost in Chaos.”

Bachin: “What do you mean?”

Valefor recalled. “When Father created us, He would always give us blessings, hoping we would develop in good directions. He might have read Amon’s essence and feared that Amon would become a dull, confused child, just like the God of Chaos we know, so He gave Amon another possibility.”

As She spoke, Valefor remembered the circumstances of Amon’s creation back then.

She was only a month old at the time, Her mind wasn’t working very well, so the memories were rather hazy.

One day, Father seemed to encounter a great dilemma, unable to decide what to do. Several days passed, and Father still hadn’t decided, often staring blankly into space. He had asked Agares what he should do, but Agares didn’t give a precise answer, only telling Father to follow his heart.

Father seemed to have said something like this at the time.

—”If I follow His essence, He might remain unchanged, unable to feel anything, unable to think, unable to experience, unable to comprehend.”

—”But I want Him to be happy, want Him to be able to feel happiness, to experience and comprehend the beauty of the world. Is this selfish of me, Agares?”

Under the tree shade, the young man frowned, quietly reflecting on himself. “Am I trying to impose my own ideas on this child, making Him experience things He shouldn’t experience, completely going against His essence, making Him not who He is?”

He struggled internally, repeatedly dwelling on the same question, “For Him, is this good or bad, what should I do?”

“But He really wants to be born, really wants to exist. If I hesitate any longer, it might not be good for Him either.”

These words were repeated countless times.

Father kept hesitating, stroking that hazy form under the tree shade.

Finally came Amon’s birth.

In Amon’s essential settings, the first setting was [Forever Happy], followed by [Existence] and [Nothingness].

This was probably also the source of Amon’s personality of loving games and fun.

Thinking of this, Valefor seemed to understand something. She lowered Her eyes, as if silently answering a certain question, “I think it was good.”

The only downside might be having one more troublesome competitor.

As She thought this, Valefor smiled faintly.

Aelioge stood up, “Whatever the case, we still can’t return to the continent now, let’s wait for Amon to handle it.”

Bachin stared at Aelioge, getting to the point. “It’s strange, why hasn’t the mastermind taken any action? Did things exceed Their expectations, leaving Them at a loss?”

Hearing this, even Morax was surprised. “Indeed, it is strange.”

Buer immediately said. “Ah, could it be that They can’t control Chaos either?”

Aelioge glanced at them, “Who cares, once Amon controls the God of Chaos, finding the Primordial God of Humans is just a matter of time.”

“I want to see what the Primordial God of Humans did back then, and what role They played in human history.”

Valefor: “From your tone, you’re inclined to think They’re evil?”

Aelioge replied without hesitation. “I think so.”

Valefor was silent for a moment, “Let’s wait until Amon retrieves the Primordial God of Humans before deciding.”

As She spoke, She noticed Aelioge’s eyes were particularly bright, as if thinking of something very exciting.

“Aelioge, what’s wrong?”

Aelioge smiled mysteriously.

Of course, it was because Amon getting stronger meant His anti-big brother faction was getting stronger. Unlike Fourth Brother Samikina, Amon was definitely part of the dark forces, and would get beaten up even if it wasn’t because of Father’s matter, so Amon was definitely on His side.

The strength of an ally was His own strength!

With even the God of Chaos on His side, how could they not win? No matter how strong Big Brother was, He had His limits!

Aelioge’s heart rekindled with hope, as if He could already see the dawn of victory.