After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 27.2

Xiu Si opened the game panel, slowly refining Paldr’s model, still needing to adjust specific values.

In the illustrated guide, Paldr was still sleeping. Among all the illustrations, only Paldr’s was in color and had a level marked.

It was at the initial state of level 1.

After healing the bird, if it was willing, he thought about letting it be a playmate for his youngest child. He imagined they would look very cute together.

Xiu Si thought for a moment, unconsciously shaping the model to be similar to the bird.

At this time, the newly born God of Light was unaware that its nemesis was right beside its father, but felt vaguely uneasy, a sense of crisis rising.

Leveling up was tedious. Xiu Si repeatedly adjusted the model, scrapping it several times. He thought to himself, “I originally wanted it to be more imposing, how did it end up becoming cuter? Being cute in the abyss would lead to bullying.”

Xiu Si reflected a bit. Additionally, when creating his children, he didn’t care about gender, but had some references. Perhaps influenced by certain ideals, he believed beauty transcended gender.

Moreover, long-lived beings didn’t need to reproduce. He had no gender considerations when creating children. Secondly, Xiu Si felt his children should have the right to choose their gender, rather than having it determined by their parent. Shouldn’t some things be left open?

After nearly finishing, Xiu Si carefully examined the product, paying special attention to the details of the fur.

He was also fond of fluffy things, and his perception of bird-like creatures was that they should have fluffy feathers, preferably enough to bury oneself in. Just imagining it felt comfortable.

Xiu Si was quite satisfied. He was particularly focused when setting the weights, so much so that he almost lost himself. When he came to, he realized three hours had passed.

The accumulated fatigue hit him to some extent.

But his efforts were rewarded. He looked over it repeatedly, feeling very satisfied, eager to see his youngest child come to life.

Xiu Si checked again. He was now level 25, with 118/125 experience points. This professional operation had added 8 experience points.

Currently, each achievement point equaled 10 experience points. After using some achievement points elsewhere, he had 5 left, which he added to his level. His level immediately broke through, rising to level 26, with 21/135 experience points. Thanks to the achievement point bonus, otherwise his leveling speed would have been greatly reduced. Though he didn’t know where these achievement points came from.

Well, that should do for now.

Temporarily closing the game panel, Xiu Si looked back into the shop. His gaze moved to the table, where he saw the two cats surrounding the bird, poking it with their paws as if saying, “It’s not moving, what’s wrong?”

Xiu Si immediately sat up and took a closer look.

The bird in the basket really wasn’t moving, frozen as if for decades, even its wing feathers were straight.

“Wasn’t it getting better?”

Xiu Si looked at the gray cat.

The gray cat seemed dejected, saying there was nothing they could do, it all depended on the bird itself.

Forcibly containing a divine core in a severely damaged divine body was an extremely risky thing to do.

This generation’s God of Darkness had been plotted against even before birth, and constantly hunted after birth. It was incredibly unlucky, perhaps more so than any god in the heavens. It was predictable that it might not be able to contain the divine core now.

Life and death are fated; sometimes one must know when to give up.

The gray cat felt somewhat blocked. Although it didn’t like this guy, it didn’t dislike him either. After several rounds of bickering, it found itself not wanting this guy to die.

The God of Darkness had finally developed an interesting consciousness; it would be a shame if it was gone just like that.

Xiu Si stared at the black bird, silent for a long time. Suddenly, he turned to the gray cat and said, “You still have a way, don’t you?”

The red cat looked at the gray cat, neither approving nor disapproving this time.

The gray cat remained silent, then nodded slightly.

Xiu Si: “Tell me what to do.”

The black bird, stiff and motionless, thought it was about to die. Its divine body couldn’t withstand the terrifying power of the divine core, and it was about to explode.

But in its hazy state, it seemed to see a person very close by.

Then, its most important consciousness, its true self – was touched by that person.

Meanwhile, in a chaotic domain of subspace.

Beelzebub suddenly turned, staring at Aelioge nearby, and asked, “By the way, your reason for contracting with the Aust Empire was…”

Aelioge stopped and answered directly. “Of course, it’s because we knew the otherworldly god would descend in the Aust Empire.”

Beelzebub responded as if expecting this. “Is that so.”

Aelioge: “Subspace is too chaotic, easy to lose one’s position. To go to subspace, it’s best to have ‘land’, to stand firmly and confirm one’s location, so as not to forget one’s position.”

Beelzebub said simply, “It seems your goal from the beginning was to seize the divine kingdom of the otherworld god.”

Aelioge wasn’t skilled in spatial magic, one of the most difficult magics. Among them, excluding Agares, Batchin, ranked 18th, was the most skilled in spatial magic. Batchin had gone to subspace two thousand years ago, followed by other kins who knew spatial magic, leaving only those who didn’t know spatial magic on the continent.

Aelioge explained, “We previously thought Father was in subspace, so we wanted to occupy a divine kingdom to find Father.”

“As expected.”

Beelzebub replied indifferently.

Aelioge gave him a subtle glance, “Didn’t you think Father was in subspace before?”

Beelzebub: “I did.”

Aelioge frowned. “Then why didn’t you go to subspace to look?”

Beelzebub: “Subspace is too vast. Searching without clues, the concept of finding is nearly zero.”

Aelioge quickly understood, “So you wanted to… first find the god who plotted against Father.”

Beelzebub affirmed directly. “Yes, that’s the fastest method. Anyway, you all are searching in subspace, I won’t join the crowd.”

Aelioge looked into the distance. “Indeed, this is faster, but you haven’t found many clues either.”

Beelzebub’s face darkened, and he coldly snorted.

Aelioge turned and continued to ask. “Are his clues so hard to find?”

Beelzebub was silent for a moment, then said, “A god’s power, in other words, is a miracle. So-called miracles happen suddenly without warning, leaving no traces. In human detective terms, it’s a perfect crime.”

Aelioge was a bit incredulous, “Speaking of which, you haven’t been reading detective stories these years, have you?”

Beelzebub glanced at Aelioge, because he had been seen through. These years, he had infiltrated human literary circles, using aliases to get to know many writers, including some detectives.

The development trajectory of human history is always similar. What should exist will exist, what should appear will appear, it’s just a matter of time, because the underlying human nature is no different. With the same ingredients, no matter how you stir-fry, the final taste is still related to those ingredients.

Unless you’re a pervert, determined to completely erase the original flavor of the ingredients with other spices.

Some gods have this interest. Rather than treating humans as ingredients to cultivate, they prefer to use humans as toys to play with.

Aelioge smiled. “Going to the human world for further study sounds nice, but there’s still no progress, huh.”

Their kins always tended to compete habitually, even now that they had become “accomplices.”

Beelzebub remained silent, the shadows around his eyes deepening, as if angered, but his outward emotion remained very stable.

Aelioge watched him from the corner of his eye, surprised that Beelzebub didn’t react. He suddenly said seriously, “No clues means the god who plotted against Father is extraordinarily unusual and hard to find. But the past is past, and now is now. We may not find clues from the past, but we can create clues now.”

Beelzebub knew what Aelioge meant. It was simple: if someone you killed suddenly came back to life one day, as the murderer, what would you think?

Could you remain still and do nothing? What if the person who didn’t die knew your identity? Wouldn’t you fear being exposed?

Wouldn’t you want to kill them again? To ensure your identity remains hidden?

So—

Aelioge’s expression turned serious as he stated directly, “He will appear sooner or later. He will approach Father again sooner or later. We just need to catch him then.”

Beelzebub nodded, “It seems you’ve learned quite a bit in the human world too.”

Aelioge turned with a smile, his green eyes glinting coldly, “What do you think? The essence of war is a game. Among all our siblings, I’m the one most closely connected to the battlefield.”

Beelzebub paused, thinking that was indeed true.

Each of their siblings had their own areas of focus and different interests. After leaving the abyss, they dispersed—some to subspace, some to the human continent, some to divine kingdoms of other races, some even became kings.

The waiting time had been too long, so long that if they didn’t do something, they would become restless. So they always needed to find something to focus on.

For Aelioge, that was war—observing the various wars occurring on the continent.

However, he had observed enough here. The otherworldly god was about to descend, bringing his crazy divine kingdom to the human world.

Aelioge turned, saying, “Let’s set aside the otherworldly god for now and head back. Although Vassago is there, Morax and Inpos aren’t that reliable, especially now that they’re cats. Once they get used to it, they might really be assimilated by their size. I’m not comfortable leaving Father with them.”

Beelzebub agreed, “Alright.”

“By the way, do you remember the return point?”

Aelioge suddenly turned back to ask.

Beelzebub replied, perplexed, “Weren’t you supposed to remember it?”

Aelioge: “?”

What?

Beelzebub’s expression changed slightly.

Aelioge’s face darkened as he cursed, “Fuck! Beelzebub, you bastard! You wanted to walk this way but didn’t remember the point?!”

Beelzebub was also stunned. He seemed to have forgotten something. Four thousand years ago, he had a conflict with the Goddess of Fortune and was cursed by her that “He would forget something very important at a crucial moment.” So many years had passed that he had almost forgotten about this.

But now it was too late to remember. They didn’t know the coordinates, so it would be difficult to return.

Moreover, the time flow in the subspace might not be consistent with the real world. What if it took over a hundred years to return? Wouldn’t his father’s side be occupied by other siblings?

No, They had to find the coordinates quickly!

Meanwhile.

An unknown amount of time had passed. A small white bird was in the midst of a vast unconsciousness, rising and falling, drifting and floating, seemingly feeling the warmth from all things.

It heard the laughter of a family finally reunited, the cheerful conversations of good friends sharing happiness on a trip together… The beauty of the world unfolded in Its mind like a scroll, slowly spreading out.

It also heard many voices thanking It.

Many people praised the light, grateful for the various blessings it brought. Countless people prayed to It, wishing for the light to descend gently upon the world, bringing fair weather throughout the year for crops to grow and harvest successfully.

It experienced the love from all things and wanted to respond to all things with love.

It wanted to become a light that would benefit countless races and receive praise from all things.

This was also what its father hoped for. It wanted to listen to its father and be a good, loving child.

The young god smiled inwardly, then its large eyes gradually opened, golden and sparkling, extremely beautiful.

It knew it was inside the compendium box.

This was a small space, just big enough to contain it, neither too wide nor too narrow. Although it was an enclosed space, it strangely gave it a sense of security, like its own nest.

The boxes outside of it were gray. It had seen them last time. Those boxes should have contained its siblings, but those siblings were all gone, so the boxes had all turned gray. Only it could stay in its father’s system space, which meant only it could be so closely connected to its father.

Yes, that’s how it should be.

But this time, things had changed!

The little white bird sat up, feeling happy. As it turned its head, it surprisingly saw that next door there was someone who looked almost exactly like it, except the other one was black!

Immediately, its innate aversion and rejection burst forth in an instant.

The little white bird’s bean-sized pupils shook, and the love for all things it had just cultivated instantly cracked at this moment.

What was this thing? Why was it here?!