After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 131.2

It was absolutely impossible to overlap with siblings – with so many family members, there was even more need to highlight individuality. The size, whether long-haired or short-haired, which type of cat Father preferred more – there were too many things to consider.

But it felt… like everything that could be thought of was already included. Damn, how did She end up being the second to last to know about Father’s return – there weren’t many cats left to choose from!

Bachin smiled beside Her and said, “You’re the first one to hesitate over this.”

Busson was dumbfounded and turned Her head. “None of you hesitated?”

Bachin calmly said, “Follow your heart.”

What a ‘follow your heart.’ Busson continued looking at the cat heads, when suddenly She noticed something wrong and said, “Wait, Third Brother’s isn’t a cat, right? This is purely a lynx?”

Bachin justified confidently, “Felines are cats too. In this sense, Big Brother is also a cat.”

A Northeast golden chinchilla big cat, huh. Busson’s mouth twitched slightly, very impressed by Her siblings’ ability to tell bold-faced lies.

Seeing that She really seemed to be hesitating and might waste who knows how much time, Bachin changed the subject. “But thinking about this now might be useless, because Father hasn’t woken up yet, he’s still upgrading in his dream.”

Busson was silent for a moment, then nodded. “I understand.”

****

On another side, in the Great Empire of Oedipus, it was noon.

At this time, in the bookstore, the fat orange cat wasn’t there, and the golden chinchilla had become the store cat.

He sat on the table, watching the news while watching the store, wearing sunglasses, putting on the air of an elder brother cat. With other cats not around, He was having a great time.

Especially because–all the news in the world was related to Him meow!

He was proud and couldn’t help but cross His legs.

“Sister Ye and Uncle Wang joined forces to suppress countless elves! The elf race dared to be angry but not speak up, all those involved were taken away!”

“Good news!”

The golden chinchilla laughed until His stomach hurt, and just then, He heard a “meow” from the doorway.

Hmm? Which cat?

He turned His head to look and found a silver shaded cat peeping in.

If the silver shaded cat had come a few days earlier and met Big Brother, She might have been casually thrown into the Infinite Trial by Big Brother.

And how could the golden chinchilla not recognize this cat.

He excitedly said: “Twentieth…sister?”

“That’s right, it’s me, Busson meow!”

The silver shaded cat wore a smiling face and walked into the bookstore with unfamiliar cat steps.

“Fifth Brother, I’ve come to see Father!”

When Busson was young, She had a good relationship with Marbas, and after growing up, She often went to play at Marbas’s house. The reason wasn’t anything else – it was because Marbas was rich, had everything you could want, and at Fifth Brother’s house, She could be completely lazy!

The golden chinchilla leaped into the air, spinning like a ball several times before softly landing, rushing over to hug the silver shaded cat.

Their embracing form strangely resembled two pieces of bread pressing together, gold and silver intertwining in the sunlight, shining brilliantly.

The golden chinchilla patted the silver shaded cat’s head. Their size difference was very obvious – the golden chinchilla was about three to four pounds heavier, but the silver shaded cat wasn’t thin either, with a plump figure, round head, and bright green eyes that sparkled with intelligence.

The golden chinchilla patted His sister’s shoulder with His paw, taking on the air of an experienced one. “When you become a cat, you need to add ‘meow’ at the end of sentences.”

The silver shaded cat suddenly realized and nodded repeatedly. “Okay meow!”

The golden chinchilla strongly approved and turned around. “Come, I’ll take you to see Father!”

The bookstore door then closed in response.

The silver bread followed behind the golden bread, slowly walking to Her father’s room.

The room was quite spacious, with a king-sized bed on the left and a large window on the right. In front of the window was row after row of cat beds, each with its own personality, making it obvious whose was whose.

The silver shaded cat’s gaze quickly swept across, finally landing on the sleeping young man, and then tears began rolling down, dripping like scattered small pearls.

The golden chinchilla watched silently, not interrupting.

At the doorway, Bachin had also arrived. He had transformed into a blue and white British Shorthair cat, leaning against the doorframe watching the situation inside, while slowly editing text to update Busson’s new information.

–What do you think about the Creator God’s phantom that looks exactly like Father?

This new information shocked quite a few demons.

Zepar immediately said, “Damn it, how dare the Creator God copy our father, I’ll flatten Him with one punch!”

Morax angrily said. “What’s wrong with Him, of all people to impersonate, He chose to impersonate our father.”

Buer: “Is it possible…that when He appeared by father’s side back then, He recorded father’s information, and now He’s just manifesting that information?”

They were talking while still doing trials on another side.

Some demons weren’t surprised at all and changed the subject, moving past this information.

Gusin sai,: “No matter what, now only Sitri is left, right?”

Bachin added. “Second Brother hasn’t come back either.”

Gusin smiled and said, “Second Brother is a special case. Now we just don’t know Sitri’s whereabouts.”

Indeed. Sitri was the most untraceable demon, whether now or in the past, finding Sitri was never a simple matter.

Vassago, who was best at finding demons, and Gusin Himself had to admit that Sitri wasn’t just perverted in personality, His actions were quite perverted too. They found it hard to understand Sitri, but relatively speaking, Sitri probably found it hard to understand them too.

Their family had many genius demons. Sitri was talented but couldn’t be called a genius – He should be called an evil genius instead. He was always silent and moody, and besides Father, He basically didn’t get close to other demons, unless some demon went to cling to Him.

Sitri was strong and highly intelligent, He was basically a demon they didn’t need to worry about. However, this demon might be the last to return home.

…Thinking carefully, something felt wrong.

They couldn’t help but feel somewhat worried.

Marbas turned His head and asked Bachin, “Is there any new information from Barbatos?”

Bachin thought for three seconds, then said, “Barbatos has also lost contact.”

All the demons were stunned. Looking for Sitri had caused Barbatos to lose contact? Could something have happened?

Marbas immediately said, “Bachin, you go look for them too.”

Bachin had just returned home and immediately got saddled with another mission, but couldn’t refuse because the situation seemed somewhat precarious.

“Wait, them too.”

Marbas turned His head and called out a pair of small birds. “You go along too.”

The small black bird immediately said, “Leave it to me!”

The small white bird nodded.

As soon as Marbas finished speaking, the two birds flew onto Bachin’s head.

Bachin nodded. “Alright, I’ll go.”

“Let us know if you need more demons, we’re paying attention at all times.”

“Understood.”

****

Half an hour later, the discussion gradually subsided.

The golden chinchilla quietly closed the room door, leaving the silver shaded cat alone with Father, while softly saying, “Come here, little siblings.”

As soon as He finished speaking, two butterflies materialized from nothingness and flew in front of the golden chinchilla.

The golden chinchilla asked, “Can you speak now?”

Butterflies theoretically don’t have vocal organs, but They could definitely speak.

The black and white butterflies’ wings trembled simultaneously, as if feeling fear.

The golden chinchilla comforted them, “It’s okay, we’ll protect you, it’s fine to speak up, trust your elder brother.”

The black and white butterflies hesitated for a few seconds, then the white butterfly flew forward and truly spoke in human language.

“Do you want to know His whereabouts.”

The white butterfly was the God of Death, and also the youth who was grabbed with one hand by the golden chinchilla.

The golden chinchilla nodded, “Tell us.”

The white butterfly’s wings suddenly became still, yet remained suspended in the air as if held up by magic, not falling.

Originally, the golden chinchilla hadn’t held any expectations, believing the white butterfly wouldn’t reveal the specific location.

However, unexpectedly, the white butterfly slowly spoke, “He is in the Elven Ancestor’s land.”

Upon hearing this, the golden chinchilla’s expression changed dramatically, exclaiming in shock, “Isn’t that where Samikina is?”

The white butterfly calmly responded. “Yes, He has been there, all along.”

The golden chinchilla’s heart shook, and a chill ran from His feet to His head. He quickly transferred His consciousness to His body by the Emerald Lake, and immediately transmitted this urgent message to Samikina.

“Fourth Brother, be careful, the Creator God is inside!”

His warning seemed to have come too late.

Not long ago, Samikina had successfully solved the memory cube puzzle, obtaining a mysterious key from within. This key was undoubtedly crucial to opening some door, so He unhesitatingly took the key and entered deep into the Elven Palace.

Then, in less than three minutes, He walked to a door where Lelagin had once been.

At that time, Lelagin had stopped here for a long while, until He noticed His power was being used by Father, only then did He leave the Elven Palace.

And now, Samikina stood in the position where Lelagin had stood, facing a five-meter-tall dark gold door. He looked down to examine the key in His hand, immediately recognizing it as the key to open this door.

Lelagin had carefully crafted the memory into an intricate cube puzzle, just to lock away this door’s key.

This dark gold door seemed to hide unfathomably deep secrets behind it – He couldn’t sense any aura or traces of existence.

“…….”

Samikina slightly furrowed His brows.

****

Outside, Marbas, unable to contact Samikina, became anxious and rushed in without regard for anything else, charging straight toward Samikina’s location.

Fourth Brother, you can’t have something happen to you!

Marbas rushed to arrive, precisely reaching the dark gold door, and the scene before His eyes gave Him a shock.

The ground was covered in tainted blood, and ominous magical power spread like black fog, making the entire space permeated with gloom and horror.

In this pool of blood, two figures stood silently.

One of them collapsed with a boom the instant Marbas arrived, their body broken beyond repair, a bloody mess, as if they had been through a brutal battle.

While the other remained completely unharmed, standing firm, watching Him from where They stood, Their body seemingly protected by a layer of mysterious power – even the surrounding blood pollution couldn’t stain Them. Any magical power that touched Their body seemed to be reversed by an invisible force, dissipating into nothingness.

Vector control – it was His Fourth Brother!!

Marbas was overwhelmed with excitement.