After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 130.2

What was His final confirmed way of telling the story? Major events combined with specific Abyss Lords, focusing on explaining the historical mysteries.

It was well known that there were numerous historical mysteries surrounding the Abyss Lords. Someone with too much time on their hands, the bored demon Bachin, had compiled these mysteries into a book called “100 Unsolved Mysteries of the Abyss Lords”. Of course, this matter would be set aside for now. It was enough to know that this book was circulating throughout all human nations and across the entire continent.

At this moment, Beleth was holding this book, flipping through it while answering questions, causing exclamations from the audience.

“There was actually such a hidden story behind the Abyss Lord Botis’s destruction of a nation! It was because that country was conducting extremely twisted human experiments! Well done! [Sin] and [Punishment] struck without harming the innocent!”

“Wait, Beelzebub was actually such a filial demon? My worldview is collapsing!”

“Ah, so They emerged from the Abyss to find the Lord of the Abyss, and now They are coming to the continent also to find the Lord of the Abyss!”

“Now I finally understand why the Demon God Baal returned to the continent two days ago – to see His great father!”

Under His word spirit and techniques, they listened and nodded, without a hint of doubt. Some people’s pens never stopped, their pen tips nearly creating sparks from friction.

People listened to the story, their brains trembling from beginning to end, finding it hard to believe, like experiencing a grand dream. Immediately after, the Roman Kingdom began spreading world-shaking news.

After finishing the explanation, Beleth released the word spirit, leaving time for everyone to think and ask questions.

The word spirit “indoctrination” was not enough to convince people’s hearts. He needed a more impressive debate session. And sure enough, after releasing the word spirit, several people came to their senses, digesting and sorting through His story, then standing up and raising their doubts.

“Sir, how do you know what the Abyss Lord Botis was thinking at that time? Wasn’t there no one else present?”

“No one was present, but stones were present. Our modern magicians are excellent, and can even read information heard by a stone.”

“But how can you prove this was the stone from the scene?”

“That’s a question for the omnipotent identification magician.”

“This… I see!”

Everything was under control.

Beleth was inwardly calm, composedly answering all their questions, leaving everyone speechless. In his heart, he secretly thought, “Sorry for controlling you, but we provided you with over 8,000 years of relative peace, and finally handed over the continent. We should collect some interest.”

When they questioned Him, He also brought out a pile of “historical evidence”, refreshing humanity’s understanding of the Abyss Lords.

It turned out that the “Humans Era” was actually created by the Abyss Lords.

But why had They been secretly watching over humans for over 8,000 years?

And – They were actually a litter of twenty-four cubs personally shaped by the Lord of the Abyss!

So those fights recorded in history were actually just minor scuffles between family members? Their relationship was actually good! Those weren’t fights, those were emotional exchanges! It wasn’t fighting when They met, that was saying hello!

If They truly had significant conflicts, They would have been killing each other long ago.

People opened their eyes wide, suddenly understanding.

“We misunderstood Them for so many years? Their ranking was actually their birth order? Oh my god, this is definitely the most shocking news I’ve heard in my life!”

“Wait, won’t you be assassinated for revealing so much about the Abyss Lords? This is no small matter!”

People came to their senses and tried to advise Beleth to stop.

But Beleth remained calm as a clock, infectiously saying, “Most Abyss Lords have very good tempers. They won’t mind.”

Good… tempers?!

“But in your explanation, several demons seemed to have not-so-good tempers?”

Someone couldn’t help but say.

He was obviously referring to demons like Morax, Zepar, and Beelzebub.

Beleth laughed heartily and calmly said, “Even with bad tempers, They are reasonable. I’m just stating facts. Why would They be angry? On the contrary, They should thank me for vindicating Them.”

People’s brains trembled again. “What you say is right. Who understands the Abyss Lords better than you?”

Beleth looked around. “Any more questions?”

Before He finished speaking, questions erupted from all sides.

This “debate” lasted two days and nights. Those present were not just people from the Roman Kingdom, but also people from other major empires, and even non-human entities.

Although conflicts between humans and the Elven race were imminent, this event completely overshadowed its heat. Various countries’ taverns and teahouses discussed it endlessly through the night. Believers gradually gained the upper hand, though stubborn disbelievers still existed. Among them were contract holders and even followers of the Abyss Lords, who found many reasons to refute.

Surprisingly, not a single Abyss Lord came forward to say it was incorrect, despite the wandering poet having spoken for so long.

“Think about it. If someone were spreading rumors that you were family with your enemies, wouldn’t you jump out and catch the rumor-monger?”

“But none did. Which means They tacitly approved.”

“This…”

People worldwide thought of this point and found no evidence to counter the historical reinterpretation.

Because the demons involved had all tacitly approved.

Meanwhile, some people suddenly discovered a key point.

“Wait, aren’t you all not concerned about that matter?”

“What matter?”

“Just that – They are so filial!”

“Huh??”

The person explained, “Their feelings toward the Lord of the Abyss. Because the Lord of the Abyss likes green, They even wanted to turn the sky and sea green. That’s not ordinary filial devotion!”

Those who understood Abyss demons knew that they were indifferent to kinship, eating children and parents was common among Them, and any emotion was hardly considered. However, the Abyss Lords were different. They loved their father, the Lord of the Abyss, and had been searching for Him for over 8,000 years because He had disappeared.

This duration was beyond imagination. What emotion could sustain itself for over 8,000 years? Ordinary people would gradually forget after a hundred years, right? Although human and demon spiritual perceptions couldn’t be compared, and their time perception was different, it was still shocking.

“We’ve misunderstood Them all along. The Abyss Lord Aelioge had been operating on the continent for thousands of years, all to await the Lord of the Abyss’s return!”

One truth after another shocked people’s hearts. Even experienced old historians couldn’t handle it.

Where did these counterintuitive “histories” come from? It was just nonsense from a wandering poet!

Some historians reported to the Alliance, hoping they would quickly resolve this issue to prevent angering the Abyss Lords, whose consequences would be unimaginable.

But the information stopped at the hands of the History and Culture Research Institute’s director.

The director had long prepared his statement.

A few minutes later, all historians across the country who had sent messages to the Alliance received a unified response:

– The “stories” being spread were highly likely to be true historical accounts.

The Alliance wouldn’t say “definitely”, and rarely used terms like “highly likely”. This meant that when the Alliance announced this to the world, it indicated the Alliance believed these were true historical accounts.

One doubt after another was overturned.

The Alliance was the first human authority institution, and its History and Culture Institute’s director was a respected elder who couldn’t possibly fabricate this matter.

This meant those stories were true!

Their historical perspectives were forcibly refreshed, and they couldn’t process it for a while. Another part of the people were already frantically writing news to capture the market.

This entire operation lasted three full days.

The high-intensity use of the [Word Spirit] ability for three days and nights had exhausted Beleth. He finally couldn’t hold on and returned home, transforming into a large orange cat, immediately pouncing on His father as soon as He landed.

Xiu Si still hadn’t awakened. This time, He had been sleeping for three days and nights. The golden chinchilla cat had been guarding Him the entire time, simultaneously understanding the situation from all sides.

Seeing the heavyweight orange cat pouncing, the golden chinchilla cat steadily supported His brother, saying, “You’ve worked hard, Beleth.”

The orange cat only wanted to lie flat, His brain in complete chaos.

The golden chinchilla cat then laid Him flat, even grooming and massaging Him with fluid movements.

Even in this state, the orange cat didn’t forget His mission, weakly saying, “The first and second stages are almost complete. Only the third stage remains.”

The golden chinchilla cat nodded. “Take it slow.”

The first and second stages were about the latter half of history, while the third stage’s first half would be the main focus.

The biggest centerpiece was – the Lord of the Abyss’s true form was the Hero Xiu Si.

They wanted to reveal this quickly, but the difficulty lay with Agares.

“We can’t contact Him right now.”

The golden chinchilla cat asked Samikina, and Samikina also said he couldn’t contact Agares.

Vassago was clearing the dream pollution authority. Due to the extensive contamination, the clearing was time-consuming and had only reached halfway. Vassago also said he couldn’t contact Agares.

“Second Brother’s magic has interfered with everyone’s perception. Unless He releases the magic, I cannot complete that history re-editing.”

The orange cat frankly admitted.

Cognitive magic was more mind-binding than a thought stamp. If you were hit by a one-plus-one-equals-one spell, even if your brain and everything in the world told you one plus one equals two, you would still believe one plus one equals one.

Cognitive magic was truly terrifying.

“No rush. It’s almost time.”

The golden chinchilla cat placed His hand on the orange cat’s shoulder, leaning close.

If someone were watching, they would see two… arm-in-arm large pieces of bread, one caramel-skinned, one golden-skinned, looking soft and fluffy, with a hint of fragrance.

“I know.”

The orange cat nodded, then leaned next to Xiu Si, closing His eyes.

The golden chinchilla cat didn’t disturb Him, just moving close to the orange cat and quietly covering Him with a blanket.

“You’ve really worked hard.”

He said silently, His eyes full of pride for His family’s demon.

He had already synchronized this situation to the Infinite Trial. The great demons heard about it and were more or less inspired.

Especially Beelzebub, Botis, and Amon – the three great black history masters.

Beelzebub was confident about His historical re-editing, but even so, He was shocked.

Botis said blankly. “It seems easier than imagined…”

The golden chinchilla cat laughed and interrupted, “It’s not that historical re-editing is easy, but that our demon sibling is too amazing.”

The three demons paused simultaneously. Amon reacted and said softly, “Indeed, it’s all Beleth’s credit.”

Regardless, They all reached a consensus.

– They were now completely worry-free!

Should They tell their father upon awakening, or wait a bit longer? The demons thought about it and were emotionally excited.

Because their father would finally know how incredible They were! Surely their father would be proud of Them!

However, despite the excitement, the steady Aelioge still reminded the demons, “Don’t rush. Take it slow, everything centers on Father.”

His words received unanimous agreement from all demons. Even the not-so-bright Zepar agreed.

Valefor asked with concern. “How is Father’s upgrade?”

Marbas responded. “It’s fine. Currently, no abnormalities, just taking quite a long time.”

“Probably hit a bottleneck?”

“I think so. Before Father went to sleep this time, Sister Ye came and told Father to walk His own path.”

Anyone who had practiced knew that this seemingly light phrase “walk your own path” meant something profound and was not something easily achieved.

The demons fell silent, each lost in thought.

At that moment, Bachin suddenly brought good news.

The lone demon Busson had been successfully captured!