After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 110.2

A few minutes later, Xiu Si took over the little Siamese’s position, sitting at the bookstore’s front desk, reading while watching the store and catching up on world news.

[Alliance: Hero Wang Chang’er Returns Gloriously, A Blessing for Humanity, Proclaim to the Continent!]

[Aust: Welcome Back Hero! The Aust Empire Welcomes Hero Wang Chang’er’s Arrival at Any Time]

[Roman: Welcome Back Hero! For Any Weapons or Equipment Needs, Please Be Sure to Contact Our Roman Kingdom]

[Oedipus: Hero Returns, Universal Celebration, The Great Empire of Oedipus Supports All Decisions and Propositions of Hero Wang Chang’er]

Below were diplomatic addresses from various continental nations, giving Wang Chang’er’s return full ceremony.

Not a single country dared to voice any objection.

The strongest hero commanded such intimidation.

It was only upon reading this that Xiu Si realized what an extraordinary person his friend was.

Or rather… wasn’t this too extraordinary?

Wasn’t this basically humanity’s TOP 1?

If the God of Rankings came to make another ranking, Wang Chang’er would definitely rank first.

Haha, Xiu Si was genuinely happy for Wang Chang’er, but after being happy for a while, he couldn’t help but think of Yi Xiusi, Chen Lingxi, and Ming Jie. Wonder how they were doing, they should be fine, right?

He vaguely felt that Wang Chang’er was hiding something from him, but Wang Chang’er probably didn’t do it intentionally, rather had some concerns, which was why he hadn’t told him everything.

There was no helping it – his current strength was limited, and when one’s strength was insufficient, knowing too much while being powerless wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

Overthinking would affect his mood, and in turn affect his leveling speed.

In the end, it all came down to [strength]. Xiu Si’s eyes dimmed slightly, his inner realization reaching a new level. After being idle for a while, he seemed unable to remain inactive, so he immediately took out his notebook and wrote down the knowledge he had seen in his dreams.

Knowledge about order, structure, content, and the essential logic of world operation and civilization development.

He hadn’t expected his path of leveling up would be such a learning journey, but in practice, the experience wasn’t bad.

And as he studied, he couldn’t help but notice something.

–“Learning is remembering.”

This wasn’t just a casual statement, but had its epistemological basis.

This saying came from Plato.

Plato believed that human knowledge and wisdom didn’t come directly from observing and contacting the objective world, but from a supersensory world of ideas.

So-called learning was recalling the conceptual knowledge that already existed in the soul but was temporarily forgotten at birth.

Xiu Si couldn’t be certain if this otherworld was a Platonic world, whether such an ideal world truly existed, containing all knowledge and wisdom.

But how to put it? This otherworld often gave him that feeling.

–Knowledge, wisdom, and other concepts existed prior to reality.

–Form was higher than content, structure preceded material.

There was always an idea first, then practice, then results from practice.

In his profession, he first designed the shape, then came the later creation.

This was… a natural thing, right?

Xiu Si put down his pen, letting various thoughts run through his mind, sometimes feeling like his brain had become a blueprint factory, producing numerous thoughts daily – some blueprints could be successfully realized, while others couldn’t, either becoming waste paper or being buried under mountains of papers.

He also recalled some sayings, like “Humans begin from a single thought, later developing thousands and millions of thoughts, which led to life, the world, and all living beings.”

A thought forms, a thought extinguishes. Was the power of a single thought really so great?

Xiu Si seemed to grasp something, yet remained uncertain, his gaze fixed on his notes, pen hovering but not moving, as if hesitating.

Why the hesitation?

Because thoughts had yet to move.

How mysterious. Xiu Si seemed to enter a state between enlightenment and confusion. He didn’t know why others’ otherworld leveling involved fighting monsters to accumulate experience, while his involved cultivating the mind and pondering thoughts. He only knew:

–The path Agares pointed to couldn’t be wrong.

While Xiu Si was studying at the front desk, occasionally customers would come to buy books, but they never disturbed him.

They all seemed to know the “rules” of this store – when the owner was studying, one absolutely couldn’t disturb him, otherwise the kitties would be unhappy. The gentle kitties might just stare at you, showing Their displeasure, while the ill-tempered ones might attack you with cat punches.

So one must be extremely careful, including when speaking with the owner – be polite and more polite. Because Mr. Yi Xiusi was the kitties’ dear father.

“What’s wrong?”

Suddenly, Xiu Si seemed to sense a gaze, so he looked up at the customer in front of the bookshelf.

The customer was startled, hurriedly saying nothing was wrong, then turned to buy ten books as a show of goodwill before swiftly rushing out the door.

“…”

Xiu Si was silent for a few seconds.

He finally realized something – had he become some kind of urban legend in the Imperial City?

His gaze followed the customer’s retreating figure.

The person seemed to be sweating profusely, running away directly.

Xiu Si was dumbfounded, thinking: am I really that scary?

He looked confused, not knowing this was all because of the little Siamese behind him.

The little Siamese had scared people away with just one look, patrolling around Its father all day – anyone trying to approach had to get past It first!

Just as Xiu Si couldn’t figure it out, a piece of news went viral.

News that the God of Chaos was about to withdraw spread across the entire continent!

****

In the Alliance Observatory, Chaos had already disappeared by ninety percent.

Previously, It had tightly wrapped their planet, but now, more than ninety percent of the area had withdrawn, with only ten percent slowly dissipating – complete disappearance was probably just a matter of a day or two.

“Unbelievable, I thought it would take at least a month.”

“Yeah, I had told the stockpiling people to prepare for a month without sunlight and inability to farm, but now… haha, we were proven wrong, thankfully we were proven wrong.”

“The God of Chaos has left, Hero Wang Chang’er has returned, humanity’s luck is turning around.”

In the observatory, several elderly people chatted optimistically.

Norman Til stood behind them, seemingly relieved.

The seven elves flew around Norman Til, also synchronizing the intelligence to Their Elf Emperor.

Although They were Norman Til’s contract elves, race was more important than identity.

They had an obligation to tell the Elf Emperor about humanity’s current situation.

Back then, the Elf Emperor had released Them for this very purpose. And Norman Til knew this.

Both sides were using each other, though over time, They had also developed friendship with him.

The elves told the Elf Emperor that humans were likely entering a period of rapid development.

The implication was that humans might become a threat to the elven race.

The Elf Emperor remained silent about this.

****

At the same time, in the subspace.

“Welcome back, Amon.”

On the balcony outside the main monitoring room, Aelioge watched the descending chaos humanoid form with a faint smile.

The chaos humanoid form was none other than Amon himself.

Amon had finally managed to break free from the chaos form after an immense struggle. Heaven knows what He had been through – both His body and mind were exhausted to their limits, ready to collapse and melt like water at any moment.

Amon lowered His gaze to look at Aelioge, then glanced at the demons behind Him, slowly descending onto the balcony. He placed one foot on the railing, reverting to His youthful form.

His short, messy hair floated down gently. His delicate, beautiful face was like a doll’s, with deep green eyes more beautiful than gems. Everything else looked fine, except His complexion was too pale, and His breath was unsteady, clearly showing He hadn’t recovered yet.

“Did you wait long?”

Amon looked at the demons on the balcony and in the room, His gaze moving across Valefor, Buer, Bachin, Morax, and lingering briefly on Gusin. But despite looking, in His chaotic mental state, He couldn’t think properly.

Aelioge observed Amon’s condition, “By the way, how did you manage to speed up?”

Amon jumped down from the railing, glancing at Aelioge from the corner of His eye. The youth’s face showed a hint of pride as He said, “I thought about how you all might monopolize Father while I was away, and that gave me the motivation.”

Aelioge was momentarily speechless, “We were blocked outside by you, we couldn’t even get back, okay?”

“That’s precisely what I intended.”

Amon chuckled, then said something that made all the demons present clench their fists, even Valefor’s face darkened.

Fortunately, Amon’s mind was fairly sharp, and after His ego had swelled briefly, He quickly composed Himself without adding fuel to the fire.

He thought to Himself, power truly is a terrifying thing. The stronger you become, the harder it is to control yourself, becoming ambitious, bloodthirsty, irritable, and impulsive.

Perhaps this is what “madness” really is?

—Having overwhelming power without the matching mental and emotional capacity.

Misaligned, thus out of control, thus insane.

Amon clearly knew what was right and wrong, constantly keeping Himself stable, knowing what He was – this was extremely important.

But He had to admit, if it weren’t for His identity as “Father’s child,” He might have truly been lost in chaos, never to regain consciousness.

Even now, to some extent…

The more He thought about His condition, the more unstable it became, and the other demons watching Him showed vigilant expressions.

When Aelioge saw black mist suddenly appear in Amon’s eyes, He immediately looked toward Buer.

Buer noticed and called out loudly, “Amon, you’re processing too quickly, take a rest first!”

“…Mm.”

Amon nodded, then vanished before them, reappearing at home.

The small chinchilla cat slowly walked back to his cat bed, finding a comfortable position to lie down.

Actually, He wanted to see Father first, but He had no strength left, even walking was exhausting. He didn’t want to think anymore, yet His mind was full of thoughts.

He closed His eyes, about to fall asleep, but felt His mind in chaos. Just as He dozed off, His consciousness became clear again. The chaos form was hard to control, with constant internal conflicts.

Dizzy, uncomfortable…

Amon was a demon who was used to taking things easy, couldn’t endure suffering, especially this kind of mental haziness.

He tossed and turned, breaking out in cold sweat, developing inexplicable anger.

And just then, He suddenly felt a cooling sensation.

It came from His forehead.

Someone placed their hand on His forehead, and due to the temperature difference, it brought Him coolness, gradually calming Him down, making His mind less chaotic.

Then, that person said, “Amon, are you alright?”

He still couldn’t open His eyes, but tried His best to nod, wanting to reassure that person.

The other person fell silent for a moment, then said gently, “Then get some good sleep, okay?”

He tried His best to meow once, attempting to show He was fine.

After quite a while, that person finally left.

****

Meanwhile, in the subspace.

Seeing Amon suddenly disappear, the demons present exchanged glances.

Valefor said, “I’ll stay behind to continue monitoring. If you all don’t have anything else, you can head home first.”

Aelioge nodded.

Buer exclaimed happily. “Finally we can go home!”

Morax stood up.

Gusin showed a smile.

But one demon was dumbfounded.

“Ah…”

Bachin, with dark circles under His eyes, lost His composure due to extreme shock, His voice trembling, “How… how did it happen so fast?”

The five demons turned to look at Bachin simultaneously.

Aelioge asked. “What happened so fast?”

Bachin’s expression was complicated, as if He had seen something terrifying. After taking a moment to compose Himself, He finally spoke.

“Big Brother has already dealt with the God of Universe.”

The room fell silent, all demons drew in sharp breaths, their bodies covered in goosebumps.

Wait, Big Brother had already dealt with the God of Universe? Wasn’t the battle just starting? How was it already over – was the God of Universe made of paper? How could He be defeated so easily!

Aelioge panicked. How could He not panic? According to the scheduled time, He had thought the God of Universe would at least keep Big Brother occupied for a month.

How did this… happen in just a few days?

But Bachin’s bombshell announcement wasn’t over yet.

He looked at them, seeming unsure whether to continue speaking, but spoke anyway.

“Big Brother is already on His way back to the continent.”

The demons drew in sharp breaths again.

Buer couldn’t help but say. “Big Brother finally went so far away, why wouldn’t He stay longer?”

Bachin looked at Buer peculiarly, cruelly asking back, “What do you think?”

Buer was scared stiff like a ragdoll cat, Her pupils shaking.

Aelioge was thunderstruck, His face turning pale. After a few seconds, He managed to ask. “How many… how many days until Big Brother returns to the continent?”

All demons immediately became alert.

And Bachin mercilessly announced the judgment day – “Seven days.”

Aelioge’s whole body trembled as He clenched His fists. In seven days, would they have to face Big Brother?

What… what should they do?

All demons turned to look at Aelioge.

Without doubt, Aelioge was the central figure in this matter, bearing the main responsibility.

But surprisingly, Aelioge said, “Good… good! This time is completely enough to make preparations!”

He seemed not panicked at all. He had strategies, plans, and powerful allies like Amon, Beelzebub, and Botis – how could He have no chance of winning?

The past was the past, and now is now. Even if it’s Big Brother, He can’t use the past to judge the present!