After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 107.2

The guards gripped their swords tightly and questioned. “Who are you, why have you come to the Alliance intelligence hall?”

“Wang Chang’er.”

Wang Chang’er calmly stated this name, his tone carrying an indescribable authority.

He actually said he was Wang Chang’er!

He… he couldn’t mean that Hero Wang Chang’er, could he?

“W-what did you say?!”

Eyes stared in disbelief at the man before them.

“How is this possible! That’s the name of the great hero from thousands of years ago, you…”

Someone protested with a trembling voice, unable to believe it.

“I am Hero Wang Chang’er.”

Wang Chang’er’s voice was calm and firm, as if declaring an already predetermined fact.

“I’ve crawled out of hell.”

His words carried a hint of playfulness and mockery, as if ridiculing those who had once plotted against him.

A swordsman frowned deeply, his eyes full of contempt and disdain, “How could you possibly be Hero Wang Chang’er? He was a legendary great hero who disappeared in subspace after being framed by otherworlders and never returned.”

Wang Chang’er’s gaze turned toward the speaking swordsman.

“You claim you’re Wang Chang’er, where’s your proof?”

He challenged provocatively, attempting to expose the true identity of this self-proclaimed hero.

However, before his words finished, Wang Chang’er’s gaze instantly became sharp and terrifying, releasing intense killing intent.

In just an instant, that swordsman was frightened to his knees, cold sweat streaming down, as if he had seen something utterly horrifying.

His reaction drew the attention of those around, who cast surprised glances.

What had happened, what did that man do, wasn’t it just a glance, could it have been a mental attack?

“Max level… he’s a max level human!”

Someone in the crowd suddenly cried out, their voice full of shock and fear, their face even becoming distorted, as if unable to bear the impact of this reality.

“Max level? How is that possible?”

Others exclaimed.

The unexpected visitor made the atmosphere in the hall extremely tense.

Everyone was frightened. The swordsman who had just spoken was a Sword Master, second only to the Sword Saint, who wouldn’t even fear facing gods in battle, yet he fell to his knees in fear before this person.

What did this mean – could he really be that legendary hero himself?

This fact was too shocking for everyone to accept or believe.

The entire scene fell into a deadlock.

At this moment, someone hurriedly shouted. “Quick, go seek guidance from the Chairperson!”

However, Wang Chang’er remained motionless, merely examining everyone present with calm eyes, showing no trace of urgency or unease.

He hadn’t released any magical power, but that formidable presence emanating invisibly was enough to freeze the atmosphere instantly.

Everyone felt as if they were standing before a supreme human ruler, their lives seemingly held in the balance of His thoughts.

If He became displeased, they would absolutely die in an instant.

Fear and tension intertwined in everyone’s hearts, they felt their hearts might jump out of their chests, and their clothes were soaked with sweat from excessive nervousness.

Besides terror, a few people excitedly rushed out from the crowd, stopping before Wang Chang’er with eyes full of worship.

“It’s true, I’ve seen Hero Wang Chang’er’s statue, he looks exactly the same, too similar!”

Hero Wang Chang’er, this name represented impeccable bravery and wisdom, his contributions to humanity were simply indescribable. Who wouldn’t worship him?

In the long river of human history, his name shone like a brilliant star, forever radiant. Without him, there would be no Continental Human Alliance, let alone humanity’s current future. Who wouldn’t revere him?

Facing such a scene, Wang Chang’er remained unmoved from start to finish, the pressure of his strength overwhelming everyone present.

At this moment, everyone seemed to believe it, their hearts pounding like drums, their faces flushed red.

What- what should they do?! Where were the historical experts? Come quickly to authenticate this!

In this tense atmosphere, a thin old man slowly walked out from the crowd. His hands were tightly clasped together, his eyes wide open. As a towering figure in the Alliance’s historical and cultural research, he was nearly 900 years old, highly respected, and held an extraordinary position. However, at this moment, he showed an expression of extreme shock, his facial skin trembling violently, his pupils shrinking almost to pinpoints.

Everyone had never seen him lose composure like this, and they all held their breath.

Only footsteps could be heard as the old man slowly approached Wang Chang’er step by step. His gaze had clearly changed, becoming fearful and devout, like a pilgrim.

Wang Chang’er turned his eyes toward the old man, his expression commanding respect without anger, giving people an overwhelmingly powerful sense of pressure.

The more Wang Chang’er remained silent, the more people felt suffocated with fear.

The old man stopped walking, his lips trembling, and asked in a hoarse voice. “Are You… real?” His voice was filled with anticipation and nervousness.

For some reason, although Wang Chang’er hadn’t answered yet, everyone seemed to have heard a heavenly sound, solemn and reverent.

They waited for Wang Chang’er’s response, their hearts racing to the extreme.

Finally, the man answered in a calm tone. “Without a doubt, I am Hero Wang Chang’er himself, and this is the last time I will answer this question.”

As soon as these words fell, the old man’s pupils shook, his whole body trembling, as if unable to believe his own ears – this legendary hero was actually standing before him.

Everyone in the hall was stunned, as if struck by lightning, standing motionless in place. Is- is it true? Is this man really the legendary Hero Wang Chang’er?

They were suffocating, was this really not a dream?

Hero Wang Chang’er, one of the founders of the Continental Human Alliance! Unexpectedly, after being missing for thousands of years, He had returned to the world without warning, it was absolutely heart-shaking, leaving them completely unprepared.

Those present were all utterly astonished, standing dumbfounded and at a loss, as if they had lost the ability to speak.

At the same time, Sword Saint Simon, Lia, and others rushed over upon hearing the news, likewise standing still, staring dumbfounded at Wang Chang’er along with everyone else.

A wave of indescribable excitement and emotion surged in Simon’s heart. The legendary strongest hero, the strongest swordsman, a man full of glory and legend, was he really standing before them now? They thought he had long passed away, yet unexpectedly he was still alive and had returned! What great fortune for humanity!

Simon’s eyes glistened with tears, his emotions uncontrollable, feelings of excitement exploding wildly in his heart.

Soon after, Norman Til also hurriedly arrived upon hearing the news, standing at the corridor entrance, his gaze fixed blankly toward the crowd.

The hall was packed with people, and even Alliance Chairperson Silna personally appeared at the scene.

She stood on the third-floor platform, looking at the striking man in the center, her face full of shock and disbelief.

Everyone seemed frozen by an invisible force. For a full minute, they didn’t dare to breathe, some even breaking out in cold sweat with trembling knees.

The shock on Norman Til’s face remained for a long time as he took several deep breaths, trying to calm his inner excitement.

After quite a while, Norman Til carefully considered his words in his mind, then resolutely walked into the crowd.

The crowd automatically made way for him.

Norman Til took another deep breath, slowly stopped walking, and his gaze met with Wang Chang’er’s.

“You…”

He spoke, his voice carrying a trace of trembling and reverence.

Wang Chang’er’s gaze slowly moved, finally fixing on Norman Til.

“You are Norman Til.”

His voice was steady and powerful, his eyes conveying an irresistible authority.

“Yes.”

Norman Til answered instinctively, his words and actions full of reverence.

Only at this moment did everyone wake up as if from a dream – this was not an illusion, nor a legend, but the real Hero Wang Chang’er!

Then, Wang Chang’er unexpectedly said to Norman Til without warning. “You’ve done fairly well.”

Norman Til couldn’t help but feel somewhat fearful.

Wang Chang’er calmly said, “Eliminating the seven great magic families required not only extraordinary strength but also decisive courage. You achieved this, which is excellent.”

His words seemed to contain an unfathomable magic that made people involuntarily feel submissive.

Even someone as powerful as Norman Til had to bow before Wang Chang’er, his proud warrior’s heart completely suppressed, leaving only deep reverence and obedience.

Then, Wang Chang’er continued. “Although I’ve learned some things on my way here, there are still many unclear matters. Now, you shall explain them to me in detail.”

His words were brief but powerful, carrying an undeniable authority.

“Yes!” Everyone answered in unison, their voices full of reverence and loyalty.

Norman Til followed. “Very well, please leave it to us.”

Meanwhile, Chairperson Silna quickly came downstairs, appearing before Wang Chang’er, firmly guaranteeing, “The return of Your Excellency the Hero is truly humanity’s fortune. We will spare no effort to fulfill any of your needs, without question.”

“Which family line are you from?” Wang Chang’er was silent for a few seconds, his gaze fixed on Silna, as if seeing someone’s shadow.

“I’m from the Foss family.”

Silna respectfully answered.

“Oh, the Foss family.”

Wang Chang’er softly repeated, a flash of memory passing through his eyes.

He remembered now, she was a descendant of that student from back then. Unexpectedly, as time passed, that weak student had also become a power, and his descendant now sat on the Alliance Chairperson’s throne.

****

After about ten minutes, the intelligence hall finally calmed down, and news of the hero’s return spread throughout the world in an instant.

In the reception room, Norman Til became Wang Chang’er’s contemporary history narrator.

“Actually, the Alliance initially had no intention of settling accounts with the seven great magic families.”

Norman Til slowly spoke of the various events that had happened these days.

“Oh?” Wang Chang’er slightly raised his eyebrows, expressing confusion.

“The seven great magic families held prominent positions, with intricate networks of interests behind them. Once touched, it would certainly cause a great disturbance – they were afraid of this.”

Norman Til continued to explain.

“Then, how was it finally resolved?” Wang Chang’er inquired.

“I can’t say I resolved it alone,” Norman Til humbly shook his head, “mainly because at that time… the Lord of the Abyss suddenly appeared.”

“Lord of the Abyss?”

Wang Chang’er repeated this title, his brows tightly knitted.

Norman Til observed Wang Chang’er’s expression, his eyes flickering with contemplation, as if he had something to say but was hesitant.

Meanwhile, Wang Chang’er lowered his eyelids, falling into deep thought.

The title “Lord of the Abyss” was not common in his era. He once thought the Lord of the Abyss and the Abyss God were the same being, but later learned this wasn’t the case – the Abyss God was the conceptual god of the abyss, while the Lord of the Abyss was mainly the master of the Abyss Lords.

“So, what exactly did the Lord of the Abyss say at that time?” Wang Chang’er finally spoke, his voice carrying a trace of doubt.

“He wanted the seven great magic families destroyed, as for the reason…” Norman Til paused, seemingly searching for appropriate words.

“Why?” Wang Chang’er pressed.

“Because the heroes were his friends, yet were harmed by the seven great magic families,” Norman Til answered briefly.

Wang Chang’er’s pupils trembled violently, instinctively thinking, how could he possibly be friends with the Lord of the Abyss?

“The Lord of the Abyss wished for us to find the heroes, that was his will.”

Norman Til continued explaining.

“But…”

Wang Chang’er had no clue about this.

“Your Excellency the Hero, You… don’t know who he is?”

Norman Til’s words carried a hint of probing and expectation.

Wang Chang’er remained silent for a moment, not directly answering, but seemed to realize something.

Norman Til’s words seemed to hide a deeper meaning, as if he already knew the answer and was just waiting for Wang Chang’er’s confirmation.

A few seconds later.

“The Lord of the Abyss… Xiu.”

Wang Chang’er finally spoke, his voice carrying a tremor of uncertainty.

“Is it him?”

He suddenly turned to look at Norman Til.

“I believe so.”

Norman Til nodded slightly.

Wang Chang’er’s form wavered, his expression changing dramatically from his previous calm composure to current shock and pallor.

“Is he… still alive?”

To this, Norman Til answered with absolute certainty, “Yes, Hero Xiu Si is still alive. He didn’t die in the abyss, and after experiencing a series of events, became the master of the Abyss Lords, the Lord of the Abyss.”

Then, Norman Til looked into Wang Chang’er’s eyes and said, “He is Your best friend.”

Wang Chang’er’s heart skipped a beat.

Meanwhile, the Siamese cat observing from the shadows yawned, thinking why Wang Chang’er was so slow, hadn’t he figured it out yet?

Then, Wang Chang’er couldn’t help but ask. “Do you know where he is now?”

****

Early morning in the Oedipus Empire.

Xiu Si finished eating the Devon Rex cat’s loving breakfast and slowly walked to the bookstore counter to prepare for opening, only to find the door was already open.

Sunlight streamed in from the doorway, elongating a man’s shadow on the ground.

A customer?

Xiu Si looked at the shadow, feeling strangely familiar, but when he looked up, he froze on the spot.

Standing at the door was none other than his good friend, Chang’er!

Upon seeing Xiu Si, Wang Chang’er could barely contain his excitement, wanting to rush over for an embrace.

But after taking just one step forward, he suddenly noticed cats filling the space around Xiu Si’s feet.

Looking up again, he saw a coal-black kitten’s head suddenly pop out from Xiu Si’s loosely worn collar.