After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 128.2

According to existing speculation, the Creator God might be the ultimate boss. At that time, it would probably be a group of gods on the Creator God’s side and a group of His brothers and sisters gathering to decide the outcome.

That scene… Marbas slightly tilted His head and found it not difficult to imagine.

Any war was a war of numbers, unless a single entity was strong enough to cover everything, like how Big Brother often single-handedly defeated an entire race. Otherwise, it would still come down to numbers.

Marbas shook His head and continued to observe the development of events. Uncle Wang Chang’er stationed himself among the elven race, continuously advancing the clearing work. Although some elven races burned with inner rage, they temporarily chose to endure due to Wang Chang’er’s powerful force.

The gunpowder flavor was becoming increasingly dense. As long as the elven opposition gained a fraction of the power to counterattack Wang Chang’er, They would not hesitate to strike.

“On the verge of eruption, that’s exactly now. Our Uncle Wang is truly vengeful, compromising not an inch,” Marbas sighed.

If the Creator God or the Evil of the Universe were to make a move, this would probably be the best time.

Marbas exchanged opinions with Aelioge and found that Aelioge had almost the same view.

However, Aelioge raised an even more critical concern.

“Don’t forget that Ye Qingyi and Chen Lingxi are still controlled by the Evil of the Universe. The Evil of the Universe is extremely hostile to His Creator God. I guess He will create conflicts by any means, attempting to kill the god with a borrowed knife, and we are likely to be His most ideal chess pieces,” Aelioge said seriously.

“You’re worried they will be manipulated?” Marbas followed up.

“Yes, if I were the Evil of the Universe, I would now be considering how to intensify the contradictions between us and the Creator God.”

“Moreover, I feel the Creator God’s current actions are more like a probe,” Aelioge’s tone was cold and hard.

“Probing our strengths and weaknesses?” Marbas guessed.

“Not just that.”

Marbas fell into thought.

“In any case, we must carefully observe and not be careless,” Aelioge warned.

“Haha, I am your fifth brother,” Marbas was inwardly surprised that Aelioge would tell Him to be careful, because this fifteenth brother had not been very brotherly since childhood.

Aelioge’s tone revealed an unprecedented seriousness. “We must be even more careful. This situation might be more complex than the battle with the Abyss God, and the movements in the sky are not quite right.”

After listening, Marbas remained silent for a moment, and His expression became unusually serious. “You’re right. We must be doubly vigilant. Our opponent is the Creator God. Once conflict erupts, we might be at war with the entire universe. We absolutely cannot accept failure and must seize time to enhance our strength and make the most thorough preparations.”

They could not accept a second failure.

“Indeed.”

Aelioge nodded heavily.

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On another side, in the study, Xiu Si was still thinking about what form to design. Upon careful consideration, he realized he had not designed a body shape for quite a long time.

The last time was during the Little Black Cloud period? It felt like more than ten years had passed, making him feel as if an era had elapsed.

“Come to think of it…”

Xiu Si could not help but murmur to himself, recalling his eldest cub’s human form.

When he had first seen it, he had not thought much, but later, he became increasingly delighted and even shocked.

If he had to describe it, he could only think of the word “perfect”, which was very characteristic of Baal. His entire being exuded an incomparable sense of power, with an imposing and mighty presence. Just standing there, he naturally attracted all of one’s attention.

He could only say, truly worthy of his eldest cub!

Xiu Si reflected in his heart, and after a few seconds, his gaze gradually returned to the two thoughts on the table.

Should he create two at once, or create them one after another? The moment this question popped up in his mind, he immediately had an answer.

Why not challenge creating two? Besides, He didn’t know how long Their thoughts could be maintained.

Once Xiu Si made a decision, he began to act.

Thinking back, he hadn’t tried creating twins before, but he felt Their two children’s natures were quite similar, so it might be possible.

Silence and death, inseparable like shadow and form.

Xiu Si pondered in his heart, his mind seemed to sparkle like stars, countless concepts rushing past like meteors, making one dizzy and difficult to catch.

Silence and death were terror and ill omen, but they could also be—beauty.

Or more precisely, Xiu Si realized these concepts must be “oriented towards beauty.” Only in this way could they break free from the bonds of fear and become things that could be loved.

Thus, Xiu Si began his work. While constructing in his mind, he concentrated on “modeling.” Then, he was surprised to discover his power had long surpassed the scope of simple “modeling.” Modeling was just a mental tool he used to initially understand and shape his creations.

At this thought, Xiu Si paused for a moment, reflecting on his thinking process. Since his game panel came with a modeling window, he had gotten used to using it, so he equated creation with modeling, just as people who drink water with cups for a long time would think they must use cups to drink water, developing a thinking habit.

Thinking habits were summaries of experience, existing to help the brain process daily information. However, they could hinder returning to basics and possibly limit his imagination and creativity.

Was creation equal to modeling? No, the concept of creation was greater than modeling. He should break free from habits, break the bonds of concepts, and make freer attempts.

Xiu Si decided to break this habit and explore more deeply the essence and possibilities of creation.

He closed the modeling panel before him, deciding to rely completely on his brain for creation. Although this seemed very risky—how could one draw a perfect circle without a compass? But when he devoted himself completely, he was amazed to discover he had practically liberated his creativity.

At this moment, his creation speed increased dramatically, as if opening a new door of productivity. Moreover, his thinking became more agile. Although part of this could be attributed to his upgrade, being able to immediately discover such practical new uses after this upgrade was also exciting.

Xiu Si not only increased his creation speed but also didn’t neglect control over details.

He knew stability and precision were key to creation. This pursuit might have been written into his DNA long ago, or become something like muscle memory. No matter how fast the speed, his instincts still maintained precise control over every detail.

From conception to physical shaping, then to fine-tuning, the entire process took only a few minutes. Compared to his previous creation speed, this time was more than three times faster, but the quality and refinement of the work didn’t decrease at all.

Xiu Si was delighted with his progress and had an unprecedented sense of control. If he tried hard, it seemed he could do it? He gained more or less confidence.

The new cubs were a pair of butterflies, one black and one white—black was Silence, white was Death. When he thought about the coloring, he had struggled over which should be black, which should be white, what would suit Them better. He could feel that They didn’t care about this matter; They seemed to be saying They would like either one.

It was just that he, as the creator, cared more about it.

So, he colored them according to his thoughts. He chose pure black to depict silence, because night was always silent, and for death, he interpreted it in pure white, because in his view, death was like a vast white wasteland, like the void after life ends.

Looking at them now, they seemed quite fitting. Xiu Si smiled slightly, gazing at the two butterflies in his consciousness.

Because they were just created, They hadn’t awakened yet and were probably sleeping. It was good to rest a while – when Marbas brought them back earlier, They looked very weak. He didn’t know what They had encountered, but since They were here now, They should rest well.

“Perhaps I won’t be able to accompany you constantly in the near future, but please rest assured, you will have countless brothers and sisters. Here, you won’t feel lonely. I can’t guarantee other things, but I will do my best to provide you with liveliness and warmth.”

Xiu Si silently spoke.

Whether They heard or not was unknown, but the wings of those two butterflies seemed to tremble slightly, as if responding to Xiu Si’s promise.

He felt relieved. At the same time, the system announced that his profession compatibility had increased to 84%.

[Warm congratulations! Dear Hero Xiu Si, you have achieved a significant milestone on this mysterious and challenging path of being a Creator!]

[Your exquisite skills and tireless efforts have not only taken you further on your professional path but have also made you the most unique existence in the entire universe.]

[May you continue to demonstrate endless creativity and wisdom in your upcoming challenges, creating more wonders and miracles for our world!]

“This…”

Xiu Si couldn’t help feeling surprised.

This was the first time the system had formally congratulated his progress, and weren’t the words a bit exaggerated?

Especially—”create more wonders and miracles.” Wouldn’t these requirements be too high for him? If it were before, Xiu Si would definitely have thought so. But now his mindset had changed, and he accepted these more naturally.

He even had to question himself: why did he doubt himself before? Shouldn’t being as he should be the best state?

Xiu Si smiled, slowly steadying his mindset.

He turned to look outside the window and found it was still daytime. He wasn’t tired at all and could continue practicing, but he had no ideas for further practice.

What should he do about this?

Xiu Si flipped through the books in his hands, confirming multiple times that these books were no longer suitable for him, just like university students couldn’t read elementary school textbooks.

After thinking for several minutes, Xiu Si stood up, deciding to clear his mind. He could actually choose to sleep and dream, as upgrade opportunities were obviously more numerous in dreams than in reality, but he felt being hasty wasn’t good, especially for his profession.

He walked to the courtyard and faintly heard a muttering voice.

“So why can’t Aunt Ye appear like Uncle Wang?”

“Little Lele, don’t you think so?”

“Aunt Ye is also an amazing person, right? Shouldn’t she be at the level of God King by now?”

Xiu Si was startled in his heart, quickly recognizing that wasn’t it his fifth cub speaking? And Aunt Ye? Ye Qingyi? Why suddenly mention her?

He took another step closer, his view opening up to find the golden chinchilla sitting at the edge of the courtyard corridor, its fluffy feet swaying slightly. Having sat down, its belly fat was more obvious, forming rings like dorayaki.

Under the sunlight, its golden fur gleamed brilliantly, almost dazzling.

The golden chinchilla was still thinking, “Come to think of it, I’ve been looking forward to meeting Aunt Ye for a long time. I heard she’s an insect enthusiast?”

The Devon Rex cat looked bewildered, just nodding because it didn’t understand.

The golden chinchilla stroked its chin and said, “Did Father ever mention she’s afraid of fluffy things?”

This seemed strange – how could anyone in this world be afraid of fluffy things? Fluffy things were the least aggressive, right? Except for Big Brother’s kind of big fluffy thing – cough, which seemed indeed aggressive, but small fluffy things were definitely good civilization!

It wasn’t sure if it remembered correctly, but if it was true, then They, as her niece-cats, would have to help Auntie cure her fear of fluffy things.

The Devon Rex cat paused, its eyes flashing golden, suddenly speaking with perfect pronunciation. “Fifth Brother, your words will have Word Spirit meow.”

The golden chinchilla suddenly turned its head, eyes wide, “What Word Spirit?”

The Devon Rex cat said seriously. “Moreover, Aunt Ye can hear all voices calling for her.”

“Huh?”

“Also, Aunt Ye doesn’t like being called Aunt Ye.”

“Ah!”

At the same time, the Evil of the Universe had just stepped onto the deck when the cabin in front of him suddenly exploded.