After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 137.1

The golden chinchilla cat shouted “Damn it!” and immediately jumped onto the bed as well, pressing down Sitri’s tail with his big paw.

The blue cat was angered, His cat eyes fierce as He turned His head and said, “What are you doing?”

The golden chinchilla cat glared angrily, looking like a puffed-up baked bread, “I should be asking you what you’re doing!”

The blue cat snorted, as if looking at an idiot, and said matter-of-factly, “Can’t you see? I want to sleep with Father.”

As He spoke, He pulled hard on His own tail.

However, the golden chinchilla cat didn’t let go, and suddenly pulled His tail straight.

Ouch ouch! Let go! The blue cat grew even angrier, His fur bristling with rage.

The golden chinchilla cat forcefully caught hold of Him and scolded, “No climbing onto the bed!”

The blue cat said matter-of-factly. “But Father looks cold!”

The golden chinchilla cat gave a knowing look, “I’ve heard this excuse countless times from Botis already!”

The blue cat angrily said, “Stupid snake!”

“You look cold too, why don’t I warm you up?”

As the golden chinchilla cat spoke, he revealed his fluffy big belly.

The blue cat immediately showed a disdainful expression.

“Hey hey, who taught you to look at your older brother like that?”

The golden chinchilla cat got angry too, his fur standing straight up, looking ready to fight.

And they did indeed fight.

So, the Devon Rex cat raised his head and saw His two brothers wrestling on the bed, which eventually evolved into a super-speed paw battle.

Devon Rex cat: “……”

Unreliable brother demons.

The Devon Rex cat shook His head, then opened His paws to examine them carefully, as if checking Himself.

His power was recovering along with His memories, and He had now effortlessly entered the middle tier of the first echelon. Just moments ago, another memory box had opened, unlocking a period of His awakening history as the Elven Ancestor God.

Looking at the timeline, this history spanned the long years from over 100,000 years ago to over 9,000 years ago. The life of the “Elven Ancestor God” was very long, about the same length as this planet’s age.

This planet and His age certainly weren’t just 100,000 years old, but the memories before that were blurry and patchy, difficult to recall clearly.

In His memories, each awakening of the Elven Ancestor God was a cycle lasting about 100,000 years, after which He would fall into slumber again.

As the Ancestor God, He protected the elf race, but not eternally – there was always a dormant period in between.

The elf race was once one of the top ten most powerful races in the universe. However, as time flowed on, the pure bloodline of the elf race gradually diluted. Compared to their ancient glory, today’s elf race appeared somewhat dimmed.

And as the Elven Ancestor God, had He ever thought about reversing the decline of the elf race?

The answer was no.

He didn’t have much attachment to His race. Perhaps He did before, because He had been instructed long ago to protect His race as the Ancestor God – it was His mission. But the river of time was too long, and even past attachments would eventually be washed away. He had even forgotten why He was once attached.

…This feeling was like gripping your fist tightly for a long time, bones trembling and aching from the effort, believing you held something priceless, but when you finally opened your palm, you discovered it was actually empty.

Eternal life made all experiences and encounters seem like passing clouds, losing their original meaning. He tried to preserve something, but found that even if preserved, it was hard to maintain – everything was fleeting.

In His heart remained only an indescribable sourness and depression, as if He were in a vast wilderness, empty and lonely.

If His condition were to be described in the “secret language” between gods, it would be [Eternal Depression].

This was a condition of profound powerlessness, where everything seemed empty, always in a state of weightlessness, half-asleep and half-awake, sometimes in reality, sometimes in dreams.

He suddenly discovered why He had once given up His memories.

Because His memories were too long, too heavy, like an insurmountable mountain pressing down on Him, making it hard to breathe, deeply bound by endless remembrances.

“I must cut off the memories, otherwise there will be no liberation, no moving forward – that’s what I thought back then, right?”

Lelagin recalled the past, as those bygone dialogues and scenes gradually became clear from their haziness.

He remembered that conversation with Agares – it was a dappled sunny afternoon, just after a family meeting. In that meeting, He had mentioned having a possible way to find their father, though He wasn’t completely confident.

Three days after the family meeting ended, Agares suddenly appeared at the Elven Ancestor Land and presented Him with a detailed plan, claiming it could help Him save their father.

He had absolute trust in Agares, so He accepted His proposal without hesitation.

Later, Agares revealed more information to Him, including the Evil of the Universe, the Creator God, and the truth about their father’s two deaths.

This information had once seemed unbelievable to Him. At the time, He had asked Agares why He didn’t tell the information to the other demons, and Agares’s answer was rather intriguing.

—”They will know.”

He had thought at the time that Agares would tell them at an appropriate time, but thinking back now, He realized Agares hadn’t planned to tell them directly, but rather hoped they would explore and discover the truth themselves.

From that moment until now, everything seemed to have been within Agares’s expectations. Whether it was the Creator God’s actions or any other changes, none had exceeded His predictions.

In a sense, with Agares on their side, everything was guaranteed, everything was secure. They only needed to focus on their own tasks, because no matter what, the final result would progress toward Agares’s predetermined direction.

However, now their father had returned, the truth was revealed, all the behind-the-scenes manipulators had surfaced, yet their second brother who had facilitated all this still hadn’t returned.

Lelagin silently lowered His eyes, His gaze revealing deep concern. He had tried many times to contact Agares, but each attempt was like a stone sinking into the sea, receiving no response.

How was His second brother doing now?

While Lelagin was thinking, the two cats beside Him had finally finished their fight, exhausted and panting by the bed’s edge.

The blue cat stared at the golden chinchilla cat, His eyes burning with competitive spirit, seemingly unwilling to admit defeat.

The golden chinchilla cat spread his arms and lifted his chin, saying, “Sitri, you stay on that side, don’t come over!”

“Why should I?!”

The blue cat was dissatisfied, so angry He was punching the air.

The golden chinchilla cat: “Because you came back late, unfilial!”

The blue cat gritted His teeth, His tail standing straight up in anger.

“I won’t do anything to Father!”

“You said yourself your power is dangerous, and now I think so too, so behave yourself!”

The golden chinchilla cat said righteously, acting like an older brother disciplining his younger sibling.

The blue cat’s cheeks puffed up, filled with angry energy, but finally He chose to endure it, curling up docilely by the pillow. His tail swayed gently like a fan. After His anger subsided, His expression became heavy again, as if thinking of something complicated.

“Father……” the blue cat called softly, His eyes revealing deep emotion.

However, the golden chinchilla cat lightly flicked the blue cat’s head, his tone somewhat teasing, “Add ‘meow’ at the end!”

The blue cat was slightly stunned, seeming to want to argue, but finally compromised. “Fine, meow it is!”

****

Meanwhile, in the dream, the sun was setting in the west as a gentle breeze blew.

The young man lying on the grass suddenly sat up, as if hearing something, and muttered to himself. “Was Sitri calling me?”

He quickly stood up and looked around, but found nothing unusual.

Was it an illusion? He couldn’t help but wonder, though it didn’t quite feel like one. Xiu Si fell into deep thought.

His twelfth cub Sitri was somewhat antisocial, often crouching on the ground watching ants. Though only a year old, He seemed very thoughtful, observing very minute things, and His gaze was occasionally quite dark. But He was essentially a good child, because He had never harmed any of those small creatures.

There might have been some unknown darkness hidden in His nature, but He chose to restrain himself because He understood it was not good. Initially, when He was still young, this restraint seemed somewhat clumsy, but after growing up a few months, He quickly became proficient at it.

Xiu Si had worried that Sitri might be troubled by this, but didn’t know how to bring up the topic, so he kept this concern buried in his heart, planning to have a deep conversation with Him at an appropriate time. But he hadn’t expected to have an accident beforehand, losing the chance to talk to his child.

“No, now there’s a chance.”

It’s just a pity that until now, Sitri hadn’t returned home.

“Where are you?” Do you still remember Father?

Everything in this realm was good, except it was too quiet – without the lively children around, it felt too empty.

Xiu Si stayed in the dream realm mainly to find that young man, but he had been here for who knows how many years and still hadn’t found him. He began to doubt whether continuing to search aimlessly still had any meaning.

“Should I wake up first?”

Xiu Si quickly found his answer.

****

Ten minutes later.

The blue cat wasn’t very used to the cat body, and after wrestling with the golden chinchilla cat, He was tired and curled up on the bed, His eyes showing slight drowsiness.

He turned His head slightly, confirming that the golden chinchilla cat was dozing nearby, and the corners of His lips unconsciously curved upward.

Just then, a familiar yet unexpected voice broke the silence.

“Sitri?”

The blue cat froze instantly.

The sudden voice passed through His heart like an electric current, shocking Him!

He turned His head in disbelief, and in His vision appeared the figure of a black-eyed young man – His long-missed Father.

“Father meow!”

He excitedly leaped up, rushing toward Xiu Si, and Xiu Si caught Him precisely.

“Sitri, you’ve finally come back too!” Xiu Si’s voice was full of joy.

He hadn’t expected to see his twelfth cub right after waking up – was it perhaps telepathy, some kind of connection!

What surprised Xiu Si even more was that his twelfth cub had such a rare fur color – pure white, sky blue, and dark purple gradient, looking so beautiful!

The blue cat excitedly said, “Yes! Did Father miss me meow?”

Xiu Si responded with a laugh. “Haha, of course I missed you, I didn’t even know where to look for you before.”

Sitri heard this and smiled proudly, “Hehe, I can find my way home by myself, Father doesn’t need to worry meow!” His current cute behavior was completely different from before.

The golden chinchilla cat watching from the side couldn’t help but feel speechless, thinking to himself: “Who was it that said being cute was shameful just now?”

Where had the previously cold and emotionless Abyss Lord Sitri gone? Wasn’t He acting quite adorable now?

The blue cat was small in size, just right to comfortably nestle in Xiu Si’s arms, with such a happy expression that it somehow seemed a bit annoying.

But there was nothing to be done. The golden chinchilla cat thought, it was time to let this guy have some sweetness.

Xiu Si woke up at exactly nine-thirty in the morning, and while chatting with Sitri as he got up, he unconsciously let Him climb onto his shoulder.

He groomed Him and also picked up the Devon Rex cat and golden chinchilla cat.

“Are you three the only ones watching the house today?” Xiu Si asked.

“Yes meow!”

The blue cat answered immediately.

Only after becoming a cat did He realize how blissful it was to be groomed, so comfortable He wanted to roll around on the ground meow!

Among the three cats, the golden chinchilla cat undoubtedly shed the most heavily.

Golden fur came out in handfuls, like cotton.

On the other side, the dutiful Devon Rex cat held a small shovel, cleaning up the cat hair.

The golden chinchilla cat was incredulous, watching his departing fur as if losing a very important part of himself.

“How can I be shedding so much?” The golden chinchilla cat worried internally, “At this rate, won’t I go bald?”

The blue cat couldn’t stand watching anymore and patted the golden chinchilla cat’s back with His paw, “What are you pretending for? Your power is quantity manipulation, are you really afraid of losing a few hairs?”

The golden chinchilla cat paused after hearing this, then gritted his teeth and retorted, “That’s a different matter! Only immature demons rely on their powers in daily life.”

Oh, so it was a matter of principle. The blue cat snorted.

The golden chinchilla cat thought to himself: “You brat, how dare you be so disrespectful, I’m your fifth brother!”

The blue cat ignored Him and turned away, running back into His father’s arms.

Xiu Si caught Him skillfully and routinely introduced some situations.

The blue cat already knew everything, but still acted as if He knew nothing, nodding along docilely and understandingly.

Xiu Si made the bed and then took them out of the bedroom. He had slept too long this time and felt sore all over – he needed to move around.

“Father runs a bookstore here meow?”

The blue cat asked knowingly, opening His big eyes.

Xiu Si nodded and said, “Yes, want me to show you around?”

“Yes!” The blue cat was excited.

Xiu Si smiled slightly, as if thinking of something, and casually created an eggplant knit beanie hat.

The blue cat’s eyes lit up.

Xiu Si asked, “Want to try it on?”

“Yes!”

So Xiu Si put it on His head – the cute cat face plus the eggplant beanie looked cartoonish and dreamy, absolutely adorable enough to melt anyone.

“Do you like it?”

“I like it I like it meow!”

As he spoke, Xiu Si had already walked to the bookstore.

He put the children down, turned to open the bookstore door, and then checked the time.

Xiu Si only then realized he had slept for five consecutive days. During the time he was asleep, many major events had happened outside, including Hero Luo Jie’s resurrection, the successive appearances of missing heroes, and the historic cooperation between humans and the elf race.

The system’s news space was filled with news, too much to read through.

There seemed to be… some talk about the Abyss Lords?

When he saw this, Xiu Si paused, as if thinking of something, his brows furrowed slightly, his expression somewhat grave.

Just then, some excited voices came from the door.

“It’s Mr. Yi Xiusi!”

“What? Has Mr. Yi Xiusi finally appeared?”

“Yes, and he even brought back a new cat!”

“Shocking, I’ve never seen such coloring before, what a beautiful kitty, look at auntie, ah, it really looked over, so cute!”

Familiar discussing voices, Xiu Si recognized them all.

He turned to look, and sure enough, it was the regular customers who often came to play at the store.

When they saw him looking over, they immediately smiled and waved, greeting from afar.

He nodded with a smile.

The blue cat beside him seemed unconcerned about being discussed, even turning His head to blink, causing an instant cute attack that triggered exclamations from outside.

Xiu Si turned His head, patted His head, “You should get along well with the neighbors.”

The blue cat lifted His head lazily and said, “Meow~”

Xiu Si was struck by the cuteness and couldn’t help but rub His face.