After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 125.1

Xiu Si was healed by the children, his negative mood gradually dissipating. A smile appeared on his face as he picked up little Ayni from the floor and softly said, “Father isn’t tired. I’m sorry I worried you.”

The cow cat tilted its head, its fluffy cat face nuzzling against him, “Father must rest early, meow!”

Xiu Si nodded directly, slowly standing up, “Sorry for worrying you.”

“No no, meow!”

They were so understanding, and their cute appearance of looking over together struck him right in the heart. Xiu Si couldn’t help but remember when all twenty-four cubs were around. Whenever he spoke, they would stop whatever they were doing, turn their heads together, and focus their gaze on him, paying very close attention to what he was about to say.

However, the children had indeed discovered his mood. Xiu Si had thought he had hidden it well, but the children had grown up, and naturally become more sensitive.

Xiu Si thought for a moment, put down his work, and stood up, saying, “Let’s go back to the room and sleep.”

In fact, he had only just woken up not long ago. But comparing reality and dreams, the dreams were clearly more inspiring. He suddenly understood why children preferred to level up in dreams. The reason was that it was indeed more efficient.

Xiu Si did not know at this time that this was a method only powerful spiritual beings could use. Ordinary people couldn’t even level up in dreams – the moment they entered the dream, they risked consciousness confusion and soul separation. The dangers of dreams were not determined by individual strength. Even for god-level beings, if their spirit was not strong enough, entering dreams could lead to instant death.

Xiu Si’s spiritual power was very strong, but he himself was not very aware of it, only understanding it as having strong spiritual endurance, such as resistance to curses.

Ten minutes later, he went to the dreams again.

The four cats looked at each other.

The gray cat thought. “Second Brother can solve the problems we can’t in the dream.”

The short-legged cat nodded.

At this moment, Marbas finally saw their help message and their current thoughts.

“I see.”

Marbas stood on a bloody, blurry dragon head, his gaze gradually becoming serious. He thought while telling Vassago, who was not far away.

Vassago had just finished fighting an ultimate existence and was resting. Hearing the sound of the message, he first felt annoyed, but after reading the content, he immediately calmed down.

“Yes… It’s been a while. Father should want to know about our affairs now.”

Vassago pondered for a moment, then turned and called Beleth.

“How is the progress of history rewriting?”

Beleth had just finished dealing with a god. Hearing Vassago’s voice, he answered, “Almost done.”

Vassago: “Are there any difficulties?”

Beleth: “There are no other issues, just those three are delayed.”

The three Beleth mentioned were, of course, Amon, Botis, and Beelzebub. They could not be said to have not tried; they had actually used all their skills. Half the time was spent upgrading, half rewriting history, so busy they had no time to rest.

Vassago roughly knew the situation. “Estimated time?”

“Around ten days,” Beleth said conservatively. “However, even if we complete the history rewriting, if we can’t get out, we have no way to spread it.”

At this point, Marbas patted his chest and said, “Don’t worry, I can communicate with the outside world.”

“I need to go out. I want to gather all the world’s wandering poets and have them proceed according to my rhythm,” Beleth said seriously.

Vassago understood: “We still have to wait for a while, right?”

“Mm.”

Beleth nodded.

Marbas added, “Inpos said Father is focused on his own matters, so there’s no need to be in such a hurry.”

“Okay.”

Vassago thought for a moment, then a few seconds later, turned his gaze to overlook the various layers below.

Under Marbas’s acceleration buff, his brothers and sisters were progressing rapidly. Marbas was just a step away from the first echelon. Sixth Sister Valefor, originally talented, touched the threshold of the first echelon on the second day. Amon had already possessed the power of the first echelon, lacking only a “thought”.

Eighth Sister Barbatos had almost digested the memory of the Goddess of Harmony, reshaped her divine format, and achieved a leap in power.

Ninth Sister Paimon was half a step from the first echelon. With added martial arts support, she could temporarily cross limits and reach first echelon strength.

Paimon was the least worrisome demon. She was originally walking the path of strength, closely following Big Brother.

Tenth Sister Buer rarely slacked off and was also eagerly upgrading, reaching the threshold of the first echelon. How long it would take to cross over was uncertain. Normally, it might take a few months, maybe years, or even hundreds of thousands of years – hard to say.

Eleventh Brother Gusin’s situation was somewhat complicated. Gusin’s upgrading was the most difficult among all brothers and sisters. Even when they had all helped Gusin upgrade back then, Gusin’s progress remained stubbornly slow.

Twelfth Brother….oh, Sitri? He wasn’t around. Moving to Thirteenth Brother Beleth, Beleth was doing okay, relatively stable. The good thing was that he would normally progress naturally, but the downside was there would be no surprises, and his speed wouldn’t be much faster.

Fourteenth Brother Lelagin was outside. Lelagin’s strength was actually quite strong. If He could recover the memories of the Elven Ancestor God and regain all His powers, His divine format would definitely not be lower than any of them demons. After all, the Elven Ancestor God was once the most satisfying creation of the Creator God, with undeniable strength.

Fifteenth Brother Aelioge, well, He was probably the most desperate demon practicing leveling after being exiled. He wanted to use each day like a year, with his mind full of nothing but leveling up. Originally, Marbas should have discussed some outside matters with Aelioge, but looking at Aelioge’s crazy demon state, honestly, he didn’t dare to disturb Him.

He should have reached the threshold of the first echelon, Vassago guessed in his mind.

Sixteenth Brother Zepar, who usually hung around carelessly, was innocently involved in the exile and started making a big fuss. Later, he gradually settled down to practice leveling up. Zepar said, “Joking aside, all the demons here have seen Father, except me. Of course, I want to quickly see Father and then report all your terrible actions!” He wasn’t very bright, forgetting that Paimon hadn’t seen Father either.

Seventeenth Brother Botis had entered a state of madness. The landscape in his area was terrifying, deeper than the abyss. He was extremely angry, for a reason everyone knew – Big Brother had exiled him outside, preventing him from seeing Father. How hateful, how despicable!

His powers of [Sin] and [Punishment] dominated the entire space, pushing the terrifying domain power to its extreme.

Vassago could hear Botis’s angry roar from far away. Getting closer, he saw a huge snake body turning the world upside down, horrifyingly demonic.

This poison-unique snake might turn abnormal if he couldn’t see Father again, though he was already abnormal to begin with.

No matter what, with his momentum, he should definitely break through the first echelon, right? Vassago glanced over, feeling a bit creeped out, and shifted his gaze to the Eighteenth Brother Bachin.

What was Bachin doing at this moment?

He was slacking off. Specifically, he was sitting by the river fishing.

This guy didn’t really like leveling up. Even now, thrown into the Infinite Trial, he didn’t want to level up. After challenging two or three times, perhaps feeling his strength was inadequate, he stopped trying.

Alas, truly a demon who did as he pleased. Didn’t he want to get out?

Vassago shook his head and thought of the next one. Nineteenth Brother Celerios, ah, He was outside.

“If considering overall strength, Cele is undoubtedly the weakest among the brothers and sisters. His powers of [Deconstruction] and [Reconstruction] are very strong, but he rarely uses them on other beings, unexpectedly choosing the path of artifact refinement.”

Vassago’s gaze was filled with memories, roughly knowing some of the reasons behind this.

“Cele subconsciously fears his own powers, feeling they might cause results Father wouldn’t want to see. He doesn’t want to be disliked by Father, so subconsciously, he has always suppressed his powers.”

Cele wasn’t weak, just self-restricted. If he could break through his self-limitations, he would inevitably become very strong. But…

Vassago’s attitude toward this was hard to define. If asked to choose between strength and innocence, he might choose innocence. He didn’t want his demon brothers to lose their innocence, but lack of strength was absolutely unacceptable. It was a contradictory matter.

“Let’s put it aside for now,” Vassago thought. With so many demons in their family, not everyone needs to be top-tier strong. What’s wrong with Cele remaining innocent for a lifetime? It’s enough that the older demon siblings are strong.

Vassago continued thinking. Twentieth Brother Busson – wait, was he a brother or sister? According to Barbatos, Busson had become more sister-like over the years, even participating in sister gatherings. The specific situation, Vassago truly didn’t know.

How to say it? Vassago’s own personality was already considered particularly lazy, but Busson was even more so. Vassago was lazy mainly about sleeping, while Busson was a slovenly waste demon who was too lazy to even breathe, reaching the pinnacle. Before becoming more sister-like, he was a notorious waste uncle demon. It was unknown whether he had become more refined after the transformation.

Let’s skip Busson, though he was a bit worried about whether he would cause trouble outside.

Twenty-first Brother Morax was eagerly upgrading, with not much to worry about. If finding fault, it would probably be that he was too rough, easily irritable, not steady enough. He had been hand-coached by Samikina before, and was okay then, but once Samikina was gone, Morax’s true nature was revealed. That was the difficulty.

Vassago had no better method for this. He couldn’t just call Samikina in to coach – Samikina was a demon hard to use in two ways.

“But if I have time, I can remind him a few things,” Vassago told himself.

Although it seemed he had never done such a thing before, always pushing the responsibility onto Samikina.

“…..”

Vassago fell silent, seemingly in reflection.

Then, He thought about His Twenty-second Brother Inpos. Inpos was actually quite fine; except for sometimes being nitpicky, He had no major problems in learning, steadily progressing.

Speaking of His Twenty-third Sister Ayni…

Vassago hesitated, Ayni’s personality had a certain relationship with Marbas, mainly being spoiled by Marbas.

Ayni’s strength was slightly stronger than Celerios. Overall…

Vassago shook His head, “Forget it, does it matter how strong the little demons become? Don’t we have our elder brothers and sisters?”

Then there was Beelzebub.

Beelzebub’s strength was near the top, with a strong battle consciousness. After obtaining the God of Destruction’s authority, He was even more formidable – flexible-minded, with no concerns in any aspect. Without the curse of the Goddess of Fortune, There was nothing to fault Him.

In terms of specific strength… well, He had reached the threshold of the first echelon. Whether He could cross over depended on His own abilities.

Vassago reviewed the situation of His demonic brothers and sisters, and couldn’t help but sigh about how many demons were in their family. Once gathered, they would be loud and chaotic, making the scene hard to control.

It was like this in the past too. When Big Brother was present, They would be well-behaved, and the same when Second Brother or Samikina was around. But at other times, not fighting or arguing was already considered good.

Vassago could somewhat understand His father’s difficulties.

However, the advantage of a large family was its liveliness. No matter what happened, or what difficulties they encountered outside, or if they were bullied, there would always be a group of demons charging forward for you. It was quite exciting, wasn’t it?

Thinking this, Vassago couldn’t help but reveal a slight smile. Then, He thought of Agares.

Big Brother’s strength was beyond doubt. In a battle against the God of the Universe, He would certainly win, without causing Them any worry. As for the Second Brother Agares…

Vassago was vaguely worried because from the current situation, the Evil of the Universe was clearly not a threat to Agares. Even when Their father was resurrected, the Evil of the Universe had been completely defeated by Agares.

Now, the only thing that could threaten Agares was the “Creator God”.

An entity with unclear motives, hidden behind the scenes from beginning to end.

The Evil of the Universe ultimate goal was destruction, making Its actions predictable. But the Creator God? So far, It had only appeared on Their father.

At that time…

Vassago traced back His memory but couldn’t recall the corresponding details. He was too young then and remembered nothing.

Thinking it over, the only one who knew the entire situation was the all-knowing Agares.

“But if Second Brother is deep in the dream realm, could there be any danger…”

Marbas suddenly interrupted Vassago’s train of thought, laughing loudly, “What are you spacing out about?”

In Marbas’s view, Vassago had been dazed for a full ten minutes.

Vassago was stunned, turning to look at Marbas.

Marbas chuckled, saying, “Third Brother, how’s your training going?”

Vassago coughed, immediately becoming serious, “Going well, no need to worry.”

Marbas went “Oh” and said, “Then next time fighting Big Brother will depend on you.”

So quickly trying to set Him up, right? Vassago saw through Marbas’s intention and forced a smile.

“We’ll see. I think you’re not bad either.”

Marbas laughed heartily, his gold ornaments crackling and flashing with dazzling golden light.

“How could I do it? Such a good opportunity to challenge Big Brother should be left to younger brothers and sisters.”

Vassago chuckled and then agreed, “I also feel the same.”

****

While the third and fifth brothers were chatting cheerfully, the other brothers and sisters were in deep waters and blazing fires, far from as easy as They described.

Especially Morax. He had already been near death hundreds of times!

Leveling up was not something that could be done just by saying so – it required demonic life force.

“Wuwu, Big Brother, I’ll never be rebellious again, let me out, let me out…”

A certain demon regretted in His heart but didn’t show it for the sake of saving face.

Boom!!

A star explosion occurred in the trial layer where Aelioge was. The ground thunderously cracked, cosmic rules twisted. A burning meteor crashed down from above. Fierce fire burned through towering mountains, the great sea turned to steam, violent winds rolled. Aelioge emerged bloodied from a deep pit, hands hanging at His sides, His figure swaying, looking miserable.

Before Him, a giant god revealed His true form.

It was a massive geometric polyhedron, as if hundreds of magic cubes were bizarrely fused together in an eerie order.