After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 141.1

Aelioge laughed, staring at the light-surrounded figure, “Won’t you admit it? But you’re just an impostor.”

The “Creator God’s” face darkened, His eyes seemingly containing suppressed anger.

However, Aelioge continued, “The quality of your work is poor, you can’t even create planets properly, especially when it comes to creating hearts, that’s why the planets’ lifespans are so short. You’re not the same god as the previous Creator God, are we wrong about that?”

Before He finished speaking, the “Creator God’s” face turned extremely grim, the rage in His eyes seemingly about to erupt.

It was clear they had hit the mark. At this moment, the demons who had been scattered across the universe gradually landed, all having heard Aelioge’s words.

Aelioge was only ten steps away from the “Creator God”, a distance sufficient for a massacre to occur.

Aelioge spoke in an icy tone, dissecting like examining a human body. “The previous universe was completely self-consistent, there was no such thing as ‘garbage’, and no need for a ‘garbage dump’. However, after you appeared, ‘garbage’ emerged, so you needed to create a ‘garbage dump’ to fill with incinerated waste, which is precisely the Evil of the Universe.”

The “Creator God’s” face couldn’t get any darker, His whole body emanating killing intent, seemingly ready to explode at any moment.

But Aelioge dared to provoke Him. He stepped forward twice, with fierce eyes and sharp words. “Your creative abilities are ultimately limited, frequently producing garbage that’s unbearable to look at. However, you cannot tolerate this garbage wandering in the world, as it would mercilessly expose the limitations of your abilities. Therefore, the garbage dump is an indispensable existence. Even those pieces of garbage that desire self-destruction and attempt to erase themselves, you won’t allow them to act recklessly.”

Speaking thus, Aelioge smiled, as if seeing through everything, revealing, “And I guess the reason why you insist on not replacing the garbage dump, and refuse to create more garbage dumps, is rooted in the fact that—you might not have the ability to replicate another Evil of the Universe.”

The “Creator God’s” face turned pale, His pupils shrinking to almost pinhole size, His features becoming grotesque.

“Am I right?”

Aelioge moved three steps closer, with terrifying plague aura floating behind Him, like a genuine abyss demon who had to dissect the god before Him completely.

“Still won’t admit it? Why not listen to the voice of the universe, listen to Their voices – who serves you, who acknowledges you?”

As soon as these words fell, the air became as suffocating as death.

The “Creator God” finally couldn’t bear it anymore and said through gritted teeth. “Enough. What do you all know?”

“Oh? Now you’re showing some emotion.”

Aelioge chuckled, “Looking at how aggrieved you are, were we too harsh?”

The “Creator God” roared in anger. “You won’t understand! My countless years were spent barely surviving under that insurmountable shadow!”

“No matter how hard I tried, I could never measure up to Him, no matter what masterpieces I created, they would only become reference points for comparison with Him.”

“How could you beings, born under His protection merely eight thousand years ago, understand my long-term torment and pain!”

“Oh?” Aelioge narrowed His eyes.

“It’s a curse called comparison! Your existence constantly reminds me that ‘I’m not as good as Him’? Why! Whatever He can create, I can create too; whatever He can do, I can do as well!”

His rage burned as He frantically accused. “How am I inferior to Him? What’s so good about Him? Why must you all keep reminiscing about Him, and even want to kill me?”

The “Creator God’s” series of confessions contained an enormous amount of information.

Aelioge remained unmoved.

But several demons behind Him were bewildered. Rather, They had been confused since Aelioge asked His first question.

Morax widened His eyes and whispered. “What is Aelioge talking about?”

He looked toward Zepar.

Zepar shook His head vigorously. “Wait, isn’t the question what Aelioge is asking? Why didn’t He tell us first?”

As He spoke, He looked around, only to find many demons wearing expressions of “knew it all along.”

“Wait, how do you all seem to know already? Are we the only ones who don’t know?”

Zepar choked, feeling somewhat hurt inside. Damn it, these fellows didn’t tell Them anything!

Morax couldn’t help saying, “Hey hey, at least explain the situation to us.”

Vassago noticed Their confusion and transmitted telepathically to comfort Them. “Be patient, Aelio is just guessing, He doesn’t know much either. I had vaguely guessed some things before, but without direct evidence, there was no point in saying anything. We needed to confirm with that fellow Himself.”

The demon who knew the most at the scene was naturally Agares.

However, Agares was now looking at the “Creator God,” lost in unknown thoughts.

Only then did Zepar and the others calm down and look back at the exposed “Creator God.”

Aelioge, having heard the confession, maintained His expression, only finding it more amusing.

“So then, what is your true identity, what’s your relationship with the real Creator God, why can you also possess the power of creation? Explain clearly, you can’t escape now anyway.”

He spoke truthfully – aside from them, all other gods had been destroyed, and the entire Divine Kingdom of Creation was under Bachin and Barbatos’s control.

Bachin was in the south, Barbatos in the north, forming an impenetrable blockade. Under such circumstances, unless the “Creator God” could display supernatural abilities beyond all demons’ imagination, it was almost impossible to successfully escape.

Could He think of a way? Second Brother Himself was right here.

Aelioge trusted Agares. If Second Brother could imprison this thing once, He could certainly do it a second time. That fellow couldn’t escape.

The “Creator God” fixed His gaze on Aelioge, His eyes revealing unquestionable supreme dignity, and asked in a deep voice. “You dare ask about my origins?”

“Is that not allowed?”

Aelioge was righteous.

Beside them, Bachin thought that this fellow wasn’t a villain from Conan, how could He be expected to talk just because they asked?

However, after a moment of silence, the “Creator God” actually said, “There’s no harm in telling you.”

Bachin paused, thinking, hey hey, you’re really doing this?

Aelioge raised an eyebrow, “Oh?”

At this moment, most of the observing demons focused their full attention.

The Creator God lowered His eyelids and slowly began, “I am His shadow, or more precisely, the conscious manifestation of His infinite creative power. I am not equivalent to His creative power itself, but rather an insignificant yet crucial part of this grand power.”

His tone was incredibly complex, mixed with easily identifiable jealousy.

Hearing this, several demons were dumbfounded. The consciousness of power? Could it really be like this?

They quickly thought of the Little Light Body, but even that was just a part of the god body becoming conscious, not as abstract as the “Creator God.”

The “Creator God” seemed to know Their confusion and laughed coldly, saying, “Hard to believe? Nothing is impossible in this world.”

Zepar blinked His mismatched eyes, feeling this fellow was being deliberately mysterious and needed to be beaten up first.

Aelioge maintained His expressionless face and said, “Continue.”

The “Creator God” kept a cold face, remained silent for a moment, and said, “For a time, He seemed to be troubled by something, and finally His figure gradually disappeared. I didn’t know where He went. At that time, I was just a part of His power, without independent consciousness, and wouldn’t actively think about what I should do. However, tens of thousands of years passed, and He never appeared. Only then did I suddenly realize that He might never return.”

Hearing this, the demons’ expressions varied.

Aelioge silently stared at the “Creator God.”

He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. In all these years, He had never told this to any living being. Today was the first time, and thus He had a strangely weird sense of relief.

He lowered His eyes and said softly, “At that moment, I finally had a sense of self. Without Him, there could be me. After He disappeared, in this entire universe, I became the only possessor of creative power.”

“In other words, I am the only Creator.”

He couldn’t help but smile, His lips curling up, arrogant and provocative.

But Aelioge still calmly commanded, “Continue speaking.”

This attitude was undoubtedly the most nerve-wracking. The “Creator God” snorted, slightly raising His chin, and said proudly, “Having power means it should be freely exercised, freely spent. As the power of creation, my divine nature is to create all things. Naturally, I must take creation as my mission. Therefore, following His example, I created numerous beings.”

“This was my first attempt at creation, and my craftsmanship naturally couldn’t compare to His, so many unsatisfactory works were born. However, I didn’t feel regret because in my view, without failure there would be no possibility of success. This is a necessary path of growth, an inevitable process.”

“Since He was no longer here, I would take His place. This universe, from then on, would no longer be His bonsai garden, but mine.”

As He spoke, His tone carried obvious boasting. To demons like Zepar, it sounded quite deserving of a beating.

He continued. “I quickly mastered the power of creation, and my works became indistinguishable from His works, even better than His.”

At this point, finally some demons couldn’t hold back their laughter.

The “Creator God” was instantly provoked, fiercely staring at Bachin, “What are you laughing at?”

Bachin casually replied, “Nothing, please continue.”

“……”

The Creator God stared at Him for a few seconds before continuing, “I gradually became the true Creator God, carefully tending to my bonsai garden. I wanted to eliminate everything He created one by one, replacing them with my works, until this universe only contained my sole creations.”

“This is my territory, my bonsai garden, and I won’t allow any trace of His existence to remain.”

Hearing this, Aelioge seemed to understand something and suddenly said, “You secretly killed many primordial gods, didn’t you?”

The “Creator God” was silent for a moment, then coldly said, “Am I such a cruel being?”

Cruel without self-awareness, there were indeed such gods. Aelioge was speechless.

The “Creator God” said matter-of-factly, “Even if I did nothing, those who should be destroyed would be destroyed. And They–you all–seemed to notice His disappearance, so They chose self-destruction, didn’t They? What does that have to do with me?”

“……”

As soon as He finished speaking, several demons’ eyes blazed with cold killing intent.

“But I have to admit, it was somewhat regrettable that some of His creations were destroyed.”

As He spoke, the “Creator God” looked at Lelagin.

Lelagin’s face was cold, His eyes as frigid as ice.

The “Creator God” gave another cold laugh, turned to look at Aelioge, “I’ve said what needed to be said. What now, you still want to kill me?”

At this time, Ayni angrily ran forward, “How can you speak so matter-of-factly about usurping someone else’s position? Aren’t you being too shameless!”

She wanted to teach this fellow a lesson!

But Bachin, who was in front, casually blocked Ayni, “He’s highly bound to the universe, killing Him would cause the universe to be destroyed, right?”

Ayni frowned. “Huh? So we’re not going to kill Him?”

The “Creator God” smiled, as if He had anticipated this. If they killed Him, the universe would be annihilated. They couldn’t do it.

However, Aelioge turned His head to look at Agares and asked, “Second Brother.”

Agares turned His gaze to Aelioge, then nodded.

Aelioge smiled, turned to look at the “Creator God,” and smiled, “What do you think now?”

The “Creator God” instantly couldn’t smile anymore, as if sensing something, He said in shock, “You- how can you do this?!”

Agares had cut off His connection with the universe. This was His final measure – as long as He could connect with the universe, He could leave at any time. This was His trump card that made Him so confident. But who knew Agares would be so abnormal that He could even cut this off?

“You still haven’t explained some things.”

Aelioge actually knew everything already, but His family had many silly demons, so He had to explain it clearly to Them.

“Back then, why did you restrict Father’s upgrade, what did you see in Father, why did you target Father?”

The “Creator God” trembled with anger, His expression fluctuating, and after a moment said, “It doesn’t matter if I tell you. Because your father greatly resembles Him, or rather, he is His true self.”

As soon as He finished speaking, half of the demons who didn’t know the situation looked shocked.

“W-what? Father is actually the true Creator God?”

“Huh? How can you tell? Wait, why does it seem like you all already knew?”

They were dumbfounded. Although their father’s game profession was also Creator, wasn’t it said last time that this was just a profession?

Their father was a genuine human, wasn’t he? Could it be that he was a deity reborn as a human?

Zepar almost fainted, fortunately Morax supported Him.

And Aelioge continued to ask, “You recognized Father’s identity, then what?”

The “Creator God” silently stared at Aelioge, then said, “Isn’t it interesting, watching the former master struggling in the mud, being ridiculed by thousands? I don’t know why He would return in human form either, could it be that He finally remembered His former creations? Heh, but what does it matter if He returned, this universe is already mine, and the potted plants inside are almost all mine too.”

At this point, Botis could no longer control the urge to kill Him, but Aelioge told him to wait.

The “Creator God” narrowed His eyes and continued, “I was merciful enough not to kill him, spared his life, yet today, you come to cause me trouble.”

Ayni angrily cursed. “Shameless! You knew the Evil of the Universe wanted to kill Father, yet you did nothing!”

The “Creator God” glanced at Ayni, seemingly disagreeing.

Then Aelioge suddenly said, “You deliberately guided the Evil of the Universe to strike.”

The “Creator God” suddenly became rigid.

Aelioge calmly revealed. “You could have hidden yourself, yet you appeared by Father’s side, letting the Evil of the Universe notice your existence, and also letting other deities at that time notice your existence. You deliberately guided them to target Father.”

The “Creator God” pressed His lips together, His gaze authoritative, “That’s just your speculation.”

Aelioge smiled, “Your reaction proves I’m right.”

“…”

“The esteemed Creator wants to kill someone but doesn’t want to do it personally, so He lets His creations do it, then claims He has nothing to do with it. Don’t you think saying this makes you seem rather low-class?”

Aelioge stared at the opposite party, His eyes no longer able to suppress the killing intent, as if He might strike at any moment.

“Hehe, why would I want to kill Him?”

“Because of jealousy. Every word you speak is dripping with jealousy. Can’t you hear it yourself?”

“I’m not jealous of Him. A Creator who fled in panic – what would I be jealous of?”

“Being stubborn only makes you more laughable.”

As both sides verbally sparred, the truth became increasingly clear.

The demons who knew nothing about the situation gradually came to understand what was really going on.

So, their father was the original Creator God, and the true Creator of this universe!

“He disappeared and abandoned the universe, abandoned all of you creations, yet you harbor no resentment?”

The “Creator God” seemed to grasp a key point, speaking with extreme mockery. “Coming and going as He pleases, acting arrogantly and arbitrarily, this is your Creator! Even so, you remain loyal – don’t be so ridiculous.”

Aelioge chuckled, “Talking nonsense now, are we? You claim it’s abandonment and expect us to believe it? Do you take us for fools?”

At this point, Sitri finally lost patience.