After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 138.2

Sitri thought quickly and summarized it in one sentence.

The God of Time looked at Him and nodded, then said directly, “God of Emotions, I’ve seen you before.”

Sitri was slightly startled, both shocked and not shocked. Well, His power was very recognizable and could only be associated with the God of Emotions.

“Don’t mention my old name. I’m Sitri now.”

He reminded.

The God of Time nodded again, as if not caring about these details at all.

“Alright, enough of this.”

Vassago looked at the God of Time with a serious expression and said, “Let’s begin the compression.”

Compression referred to infinitely compressing time within the infinite domain to gain as much training time as possible for Them. This was a divine miracle that only the God of Time could accomplish.

The God of Time turned His head to look at Little Light Body.

Little Light Body blinked, still somewhat resistant to Her tyrant-like father, but this was all for Her human father.

She would cooperate!

The God of Time picked Her up and said, “Let’s go.”

Little Light Body said energetically, “Okay!”

With that, They turned and walked into the space-time passage.

Vassago watched Their retreating figures, gradually becoming more confident.

The Creator God was recruiting forces, why couldn’t They do the same? Heh, They had Their demon lineage too!

Meanwhile, Amon thoughtfully asked, “What do you think is the key to the great battle?”

Sitri immediately answered, “Who is stronger and who is weaker.”

Amon nodded, “Exactly.”

After all, the opponent was a god who had accumulated power through endless ages and was now integrating the power of the entire universe. He couldn’t possibly be weak no matter what.

They had an invincible Big Brother, but They also needed to avoid dragging Big Brother down. They absolutely couldn’t repeat past mistakes.

“Amon, you should still go to the Infinite Trial.”

Vassago suddenly said.

“…Alright.”

****

On the other side.

Dark clouds loomed over the Divine Kingdom of Creation, and the ancient great gods who had each ruled the universe for tens of thousands of years also appeared one after another.

The Twelve Zodiac Gods had all gathered, all arriving at the central palace.

This scene greatly resembled the sculpture behind the Church of Dawn.

Countless deities surrounded the only “Supreme God.”

As if He was the king of gods, an existence that all deities should believe in.

Their terrifying divine power formed a massive divine vortex in the universe, causing spatial distortion and rule collapse.

If someone looked up from the ground, they would see the starry sky more brilliant than ever before – not just bright or dazzling, but bright enough to blind people.

The Continental Human Alliance had already begun warning human nations, hoping that during this crucial period, no one would act rashly, especially in communicating privately with deities.

A wandering poet boldly exposed the truth, claiming that the “Supreme God” worshipped above that divine kingdom was the culprit who had restricted human development.

When people learned this news, how could they not be angry?

In just half a day, the Continental Human Alliance received petition letters from all over the world, with similar content, all related to going to war.

They were protected within the planet and hadn’t experienced the horror of enemy gods, couldn’t comprehend it, so they could enthusiastically volunteer for war.

Simon asked Norman Til, “Should we explain it clearly?”

Norman Til shook his head, “No need, it’s not our stage yet.”

Although cruel, the reality was – the survival and destruction of humanity temporarily had nothing to do with humans.

Norman Til said, “What we should do now is record history and then learn and accumulate experience.”

Simon’s expression was grave, as if wanting to say something, but he agreed.

Norman Til walked to the balcony, looked up at the starry sky, and said softly, “If our Primordial God of Humans were still alive, He would probably think the same.”

Simon was slightly startled, “The Primordial God of Humans?”

How long had it been since this term was last heard? It had been over eight thousand years since the day the Primordial God of Humans was destroyed. Besides historians or history researchers, who still remembered the Primordial God of Humans?

Simon lowered his gaze, lost in thought for a moment.

Then, he sighed and said, “If He still existed, He would definitely tirelessly pursue development and promote human evolution upward.”

“I think so too.”

Norman Til completely agreed.

“By the way, do you know where the heroes went?”

“Not sure, but they should have their own plans.”

“The Council Chair seems to be looking for them.”

“Is that so?”

****

Elsewhere. Under the dream. Light and shadow changed.

“…Where is this?”

Xiu Si finally stood steady, looked around, and found himself seemingly back to when he had just crossed over. Above his head was the frantically burning sun, before him was an endless blood-colored desert, and the hot wind blowing on his face felt like being in a barbecue oven, both hot and painful.

Human countries were near the territory ruled by the Sun God, lacking water and food, extremely difficult.

When they had just crossed over, this was the illusion they faced.

For the current Xiu Si, it wasn’t much anymore, but revisiting old places inevitably stirred some emotions.

He had entered the dream to find his second cub, but why did it seem like he had entered his own dream? Otherwise, why would he see scenes from his own memories?

Just then. A male voice suddenly came from behind him.

“Xiu, what are you doing here?”

Xiu Si was startled and immediately turned around, indeed seeing a young version of Wang Chang’er.

Wang Chang’er blinked and asked with a smile. “Looking at the scenery?”

Xiu Si nodded instinctively.

“You really do like looking at scenery.”

Wang Chang’er turned around, rested his hand on the city wall, and lifted his head slightly, as if feeling this wave of heat.

What he said was right. When Xiu Si was in the real world, he often traveled around to see scenery, provided he had enough vacation time and money.

He didn’t have many interests as a person, besides playing games, he just liked hiking and looking at scenery, especially since his work required him to observe and experience more. At any time, experience was never too much.

“But, I think this scenery is cruel, nothing worth appreciating.”

Wang Chang’er’s eyes suddenly changed, his tone of speech very complicated.

A few days ago, giant beasts and humans had fought to the death, countless corpses, the blood of the dead had dyed that desert red. They had also participated in that battle, fighting in blood, several times thinking they would die, and in the end, they could only survive thanks to the protection of human fortune.

That was Wang Chang’er’s first time personally participating in war. At first, he was panicked and couldn’t accept it at all, but the situation forced him, and he was forced to explode with warrior potential, fighting giant beasts and battling giant demons.

The last layer of membrane between game and reality was torn apart.

Wang Chang’er witnessed the cruelty of the other world and couldn’t help saying, “The god who created this world… if He exists, He must be a psychopath.”

Xiu Si paused, and couldn’t help saying, “Is that so.”

“He created the world with contradictions, so there are conflicts everywhere. If I have the chance to see Him, I would fight to punch Him once, tell Him that He was wrong, this world was wrong, we shouldn’t be like this, and the world shouldn’t be like this either.”

Wang Chang’er’s eyes were dark, rarely exposing emotions, showing just how much he detested it.

Xiu Si looked at Wang Chang’er, understood his feelings, thought for a moment, and answered, “I also think this current situation isn’t right.”

Not only was the order between gods breaking down, but the gods themselves were also breaking down, the latter being the cause of the former.

Xiu Si suddenly said, “This is a world that’s breaking down. It needs to be fixed.”

Wang Chang’er looked surprised and asked, “How to fix it?”

“…”

Xiu Si fell silent, lowered his gaze, as if really thinking about how to fix it.

Wang Chang’er walked closer and continued asking, “Xiu, the universe is so vast, how will you fix it?”

Xiu Si was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to raise his head to look at Wang Chang’er, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, switching to another scene, inside a magic research room.

The person before him changed to Ye Qingyi.

“Brother Xiu, what’s wrong?”

Ye Qingyi turned her head, still performing enchantment.

“Chang’er…”

Xiu Si instinctively spoke but stopped himself.

Ye Qingyi tilted her head, put down the dagger in her hand, “Brother Chang’er? He just left, and he reminded me to make some magical defensive items for you.”

Xiu Si finally remembered and instinctively said, “Thank you for your trouble.”

“No need.”

Ye Qingyi smiled, then seemed to think of something, frowned slightly, and comforted, “Don’t mind what they said, we are the seven heroes, each hero position must have its reason for existing, they just don’t know yet. Brother Xiu is a creator, I think this is a very powerful profession, is it considered a hidden profession in the game?”

In the first month or two after crossing over, otherworld people often discussed their profession issues.

Ye Qingyi knew that otherworld people privately looked down on the “creator” profession and had publicly scolded them several times.

Xiu Si was very grateful for this.

The next second, the scene changed again, and Ye Qingyi changed to Chen Lingxi.

Chen Lingxi ran towards him, shouting, “Brother Xiu, what are you doing here, Ming Jie is calling you over to play cards.”

Cards, meaning…mahjong?

Xiu Si suddenly felt incredible, and the next second, the scene changed again, and Justin appeared beside him.

Justin slapped the table, angrily confronting the people in front of him, “Don’t be too ridiculous, you’re cheating, right? Brother Xiu, judge this, these two people are simply not human!”

Chen Lingxi laughed heartily.

Xiu Si thought he was experiencing an illusion, but when he came to his senses, he knew it wasn’t – these were all genuine memories, belonging to their seven people’s otherworld adventure times.

But this shouldn’t be his memory, but rather… Agares’s memory.

His past that had already become fuzzy, Agares had always remembered, as if He had been watching over them since then.

His second cub was too clever. Perhaps it was also because he was too useless as a father, so He had no choice but to be clever.

Thinking of this, the scene before Xiu Si completely changed, becoming the scene of the abyss.

At that time, the children were all still small, many not even as tall as his knee, either running around on the ground or flying around in the air. Some had quiet temperaments, some were very active, and when he made eye contact with Them, They would smile and call him father.

When the time came, Baal or Samikina would come to take Them away.

The young ones were disobedient, like Busson, who would often cry while grabbing Baal’s tail when She was small, seemingly not afraid of being electrocuted, or perhaps She had become immune to it from being electrocuted so often.

Little Ayni would even directly challenge Baal, imitating giant demons by baring Her teeth and putting on a fierce appearance, being extremely naughty.

Most times Baal would take Them away directly, but if They were too persistent, even Baal couldn’t do anything with Them.

Xiu Si still remembered that one time when They collectively came to report that Baal’s teaching method was too spartan.

He was caught in a dilemma, and when Baal learned of it, He remained silent for three whole days, after which He handed the task to Agares.

Agares initially seemed very reliable, but under His guidance, They couldn’t even last three days before coming to report again, saying that Agares’s teaching was too brain-exploding, and Zepar even cried complaining that His brain was going to break.

He was caught in a dilemma again, and when Agares learned of it, He remained silent for seven whole days, after which He handed the task to Vassago.

Although Baal and Agares didn’t say anything, about being reported by Their younger siblings… They might have been hurt too.

The education task was finally given to Samikina.

During this process, since he couldn’t fight at the time and didn’t know magic, he was almost of no use, and therefore felt bad for a period of time.

Now that he had learned magic, the children no longer needed his teaching.

Xiu Si lowered his gaze, his expression somewhat complicated. After a few seconds, he softly said to the void. “Agares, are you watching?”

The void didn’t respond.

The scene of the abyss suddenly became blurry, the images of the children as cubs seemed separated from him by a thin membrane. He could neither see clearly nor touch them.

He searched for Agares’s figure in the images but couldn’t find Him at all.

In the family scenes where all the cubs were present, only Agares was missing.

Xiu Si remained silent for a moment, thinking that since this was Agares’s memory, then in Agares’s perception, where should He be?

What did this memory mean to Agares, was it very important? Why?

Perhaps it was the connection between father and son.

Xiu Si quickly figured it out.

“Are you still feeling guilty about what happened back then?”

“Are you still reflecting on whether your choice back then was right?”

Xiu Si asked softly, then solemnly said, “That was my choice, if there was any mistake, it was my mistake too, don’t stay here, no existence will never make mistakes in their life.”

The dream was completely silent.

Suddenly, like raindrops hitting a lake surface, the dream gently rippled.

****

Outside the dream, Vassago suddenly felt a violent magic power tremor.