After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 122.1

“Ay, Ayni meow!”

The short-legged cat backed away in fear.

The Devon Rex cat’s reaction was slightly dull, or perhaps he didn’t react at all.

Only the milk cow cat, slightly larger than them, stared directly at the sleeping big golden tiger and suddenly shouted, “Big Brother meow, your Wu Song meow is here!”

The big golden tiger did not react. The little gray cat beneath the tiger’s belly was stunned, thinking to himself: Ayni, how did you find this place? What are you going to do? Wu Song meow? You’re coming to provoke right away!

Ayni gave a hehe laugh, shouting and charging directly at the big golden tiger, actually making a frontal challenge! Immediately after, She arced through the air, landing with an aim directly at the big golden tiger’s back, looking proud and aggressive.

The three cats who witnessed this scene were simultaneously shocked, thinking: As expected of Ayni, actually daring to challenge Big Brother directly, with just one meow!

In an instant, They raised their spirits and widened their eyes.

Only to see the milk cow cat leaping through the air in a tiger-pouncing pose, eyes glowing, power activated!

The mighty big golden tiger knew nothing, still sleeping soundly, not even lifting an eyelid.

How exciting!

The three cats grew nervous, eyes unblinking.

But in just a moment, just as the milk cow cat was about to successfully strike the big golden tiger, the tiger’s eyes remained closed, but its paw suddenly rose, unexpectedly catching the milk cow cat.

This was actually a conditioned reflex!

The gray cat suddenly understood that the big golden tiger, who had never been defeated on countless battlefields and had extremely rich combat experience, could catch cats even in his sleep, with sudden and precise movements, flowing with extreme speed, not even needing to wake up to deal with them.

“Meow wu!”

Ayni meow couldn’t dodge, completely failing!

The gray cat felt regretful. And turning his head, he saw that Ayni was indeed just like him, placed under the tiger’s furry belly, completely buried except for one head sticking out.

The milk cow cat blinked, surprisingly not discouraged, laughing, “Inpos brother meow, I failed too meow.”

Looking so confident, she seemed to have some special technique, but in the end, it was just one paw.

Inpos felt internal sadness.

When Big Brother was in human form, They couldn’t withstand his punch. When he was in tiger form, They couldn’t block his paw. Meow wu, was the strength difference really this large?

The milk cow cat saw the gray cat’s dejected face and poked the gray cat’s face with her paw.

The gray cat shook his head, meeting the milk cow cat’s triumphant gaze.

The milk cow cat laughed loudly, “Big Brother catching me is the first step of failure meow!”

What meow? The gray cat was confused.

Only to see the milk cow cat begin to build up, her cheeks bulging, looking like she was about to use her meow roar technique.

The gray cat was shocked and quickly stopped her. “No, Father is upgrading meow, we can’t wake Father meow!”

The milk cow cat confidently said, “Won’t wake Father meow, I just want to wake up Big Brother who’s sleeping in meow!”

The gray cat was stunned.

Only to see the milk cow cat emit a sound wave vibration, the space violently distorted, but the other cats and Father didn’t hear anything, only disturbing Big Brother!

The big golden tiger sleeping in lazily initially had no reaction at all, truly worthy of a Big Brother who could remain unfazed during the explosion of hundreds of stars.

But after a few minutes, the big golden tiger gradually furrowed his brow, as if hearing something.

How exciting meow!

The short-legged cat grew nervous again, staring intently.

But the big golden tiger only turned over. He seemed to know the source of the noise, suddenly moving his body, his furry belly flattening the two cats, with not even their heads visible!

How could this be! The gray cat caught in the middle was stunned, thinking: What is Big Brother doing meow?

They were about to be unable to breathe! Although they didn’t actually need to breathe.

The gray cat paused for a second and suddenly understood Big Brother’s instinctive reaction.

Big Brother was not trying to attack them, but to protect them!

Big Brother grabbed them and placed them under his belly, was using his body to guard them, protecting them from any invasion outside his belly.

Big Brother’s protective instinct had become a conditioned reflex, developed through years of protecting them!

After realizing this, the gray cat wished to punch himself, then reflecting painfully, thought: Meow wu Big Brother, we’re so bad, you’re so good, and we actually wanted to wake you up!

The milk cow cat beside him stopped struggling, seeming to have thought of the same thing, rarely continuing to cause trouble. Despite being flattened, she said, “Big Brother’s belly is so warm meow.”

Of course it was warm, Big Brother was Baal, the demon god feared throughout the universe! With the power of lightning, unbeatable, electricity flowing through his entire body!

In their childhood, they were not less electrocuted, and under cruel reality, they had to get used to it, developing resistance to lightning. Otherwise, they would have been charred like little black birds.

Big Brother was certainly not intentional, but he was lightning itself, and would always unconsciously leak some out.

Thinking this, the gray cat felt a moment of emotion, but after a few minutes, he had to face an ultimate dilemma.

Big Brother loved them and protected them, but how could they deal with being flattened?

Should they wait for Big Brother to wake up? But who knew when Big Brother would wake up!

The gray cat turned his head, trying to peek through the gaps at the milk cow cat’s situation.

The milk cow cat had already become a cat pancake and had fallen asleep!

I admit Big Brother’s underbelly is good for sleeping, but you can’t actually fall asleep. Wasn’t it you who just said to leave it to me?

The gray cat was greatly disappointed, thinking he definitely would not become a cat pancake like Tom. However, a few seconds later, he too fell asleep. Big Brother’s embrace was too easy to fall asleep in!

The short-legged cat watched the two cats’ defeat, his eyes reddening, helpless, unable to think of any way to wake Big Brother.

Just then, the Devon Rex cat seemed to have finally recovered some intelligence, opening the mental shared domain in the void, seeking help from the demon group.

The short-legged cat was greatly shocked. There was such a method!

Of course, the demon group could not respond. The only one who could communicate now was Marbas.

Moreover, Marbas was currently battling a universe’s great general and had no time to respond immediately.

Time passed second by second, and in the blink of an eye, it was already past five in the afternoon.

If Father did not wake up, he would sleep until tomorrow.

The two siblings who had become cat pancakes were naturally hopeless. What should be done?

At this moment, the Devon Rex cat looked at his father’s sleeping face and suddenly said, “Should we wake up Father meow?”

The short-legged cat paused, his brain unable to comprehend for a moment. Somehow, in his understanding, sleeping too long didn’t seem like a good thing meow?

The Devon Rex cat said, “Father is upgrading meow. He seems to have encountered some difficulty meow.”

The short-legged cat opened his eyes wide, suddenly understanding that in this case, they probably should not disturb Father meow.

****

At this moment, in the white giant tower, faceless people continued to busy themselves with their tasks, operating with memory that was incomparably perfect and precise.

In a reading area by a window.

A black-haired youth was looking at the book on the table, his brow slightly furrowed, his gaze serious, as if encountering some difficulty.

“What should I do?”

Xiu Si really couldn’t understand, falling into deep thought. There was no help for it. His intelligence was not high, his comprehension limited, and these abilities depended more on talent than later efforts, so it was difficult to break through.

Xiu Si frowned, writing on paper for half an hour, copying almost the same content. He told himself not to be anxious, to be patient, but the lack of progress still made him disappointed with himself.

If only his intelligence were higher. He didn’t seek to be a high-IQ genius, just wanted to understand these things before him.

Outside, the clouds were light and the wind gentle, as if time had not passed, and he could stay here as long as he wished.

But outside, his children were waiting. Even in a dream, he could not stay too long without returning home. They were waiting. He could not make them wait sadly again.

Xiu Si lowered his eyes, seeing that theory could not be broken through, so he stood up and found an empty reading room to test his learning achievements.

He raised his hand, gathering magic at his fingertips, transforming scattered energy into gradually ordered energy, he was conferring order upon them.

Or perhaps, filling them with information, writing rules.

There was no purely material object; objects were information bodies, just like humans were essentially genetic information, not blood, flesh, or bones.

Whether human genetic information came before humans, or humans came before their genetic information, was similar to the chicken-and-egg problem.

It might sound like it could easily fall into circular reasoning? But not quite.

At least for Xiu Si’s creative work. Certainly, information came before matter, design before structure.

Even if some designs seemed to arise naturally, they definitely had a prior conception.

He just couldn’t perceive it. Like many designers who aren’t clear about their design inspiration’s origin. A sudden inspiration, or something existing in the brain, normally not manifesting itself, appearing only when the moment was right.

He wondered if this thinking was correct.

Xiu Si contemplated while advancing his creation. He was now over 60 levels, though he himself seemed not to feel deeply, without much real sensation. At most, he felt freer because his magic volume had increased, allowing more possible magic.

He calmed himself, slowly feeling magic’s flow. Since upgrading to level 50, his magic had undergone a qualitative change.

This change was supposedly only possible for humans after level 95. What exactly did it look like?

If magic awakened fire, then even without magic property conversion, the magician’s magic would naturally carry fire attributes, with buffs like explosion.

However, he had experienced this magic property change at level 50. Initially, he didn’t believe it, thinking it was just his illusion. But after observing for a while, he discovered it was indeed correct. For example—

Xiu Si lowered his eyes, watching magic crawl on his arm.

Magic transformed into vines, their surface emitting a faint green light, like blue-green snakes, coiling around his wrist and arm.

He had not awakened wood-attribute power; he had merely conceived wood’s attributes in his mind, and they changed accordingly.

Endless, continuous, with life force visibly vigorous.

This reminded him of his fourteenth child, Lelagin. Lelagin’s fundamental setting had a similar description.

That child should have been vibrant, full of life force, yet because of memory loss, had become much duller. Wasn’t there some method?

Xiu Si furrowed his brow, slowly lowering his head, magic around him continuing to operate unconsciously. Initially forming a large whirlpool with him as the center, later multiple centers emerged, creating multiple whirlpools.