After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 47.2

That young man was a rare sight, with black hair and emerald eyes, dressed luxuriously with an elegant demeanor, carrying a few books in his arms, and even wearing glasses.

Is he a magician? The passersby wondered, carefully observing that he was heading towards the direction of the Mage’s Association.

“That kind of aura can only belong to a magician, right.”

Someone beside him said.

“…But he doesn’t seem very human.”

“An elf?”

“Not that either.”

Elsewhere.

In the basement of the Church of Dawn, corpses were strewn everywhere, blood stains covering the place.

The cries and pleas of the humans echoed through the entire basement.

Yet the young man who had created this scene of carnage on earth had a calm, indifferent expression as he looked at the bishop hanging in midair.

Beelzebub spoke flatly, “So, what god do you ultimately serve.”

The bishop, covered in blood, hair disheveled, had already been tormented beyond recognition, not knowing what kind of horrific pain and torture he had experienced, his eyes now only filled with fear and despair.

He rasped, “I don’t know… I don’t know anything, I’ve already told you, I believe in the Goddess of Harmony.”

Beelzebub stated directly, “You believe in the Goddess of Harmony, yet have committed heinous acts, even murdered many, do you think… this is acceptable?”

Beelzebub seemed to know the Goddess of Harmony, aware of what true belief in her should be like.

The bishop was scared half to death, but he truly didn’t know what Beelzebub was asking about.

What conspiracy to harm the hero? The hero who had disappeared was indeed missing, and the dead were dead, how could he have harmed them? He was just a small bishop, he knew nothing at all.

Of course, Beelzebub knew he didn’t know the mastermind behind the scenes, but that didn’t mean he truly knew nothing.

Beelzebub was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly asked, “Among your church, which god is the most active and which the least?”

The bishop was taken aback, not understanding the question, but still honestly answered.

“The Goddess of Virtue and the Goddess of Fortune.”

These two deities were on Beelzebub’s exclusion list.

The reason was that Agares had already investigated them before. The Goddess of Virtue, as the name implies, is the deification of the concept of virtue. As for Fortune, though she’s always up to mischief, she’s not the type to hatch conspiracies.

As for the Goddess of Harmony that the bishop claimed to believe in… She has ambition, strategy, and action, but Beelzebub felt it was impossible, or at least highly unlikely.

Because the hero team had received a lot of help from her in the past.

When the heroes were still weak, it was she who watched over and nurtured them.

It’s fair to say that without the Goddess of Harmony, there would be no savior heroes later.

Would you simultaneously want to kill the heroes while also cultivating them? If the mastermind was the Goddess of Harmony, the entire incident would be too absurd.

Beelzebub furrowed his brows, continuing to ponder.

What’s interesting is, the Goddess of Harmony has also gone missing. It was around several decades ago, as if she had some conflict with the Otherworld God No.003, and then she never appeared again. Her disappearance is very consistent with the heroes’ disappearance, both having some relation to the otherworld gods.

If the mastermind was one of the otherworld gods, Beelzebub felt that was more likely.

But then it would be too difficult to find.

Because there are too many gods in the subspace, like the stars, too many to count, trying to find the mastermind would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

That person is too secretive, leaving no clues at all in their actions, their purpose unclear, and their methods also unknown, there’s no way to start an investigation.

But Beelzebub didn’t think the mastermind was a powerful god, rather it should be a weak one.

Because being weak, they must resort to scheming and conspiracies, daring not to make a public statement or leave any traces.

Especially in the matter of the memory beast. If the mastermind was powerful enough, there’s no way they could have let the secret slip, allowing people to discover that the “hero” was a memory beast.

Beelzebub seemed to be psychoanalyzing the mastermind’s thoughts, suddenly putting himself in their shoes, muttering, “‘I’ have failed to kill that hero twice. ‘I’ don’t understand why, ‘I’ suspect that hero is carrying some fated destiny, not easily killed, but ‘I’ will not give up, because ‘I’ must kill him, only when he is dead, when all the heroes are dead, can ‘I’ achieve my goal.”

Then, Beelzebub stroked his chin, continuing to mutter, “Where has that hero been for over eight thousand years? ‘I’ sense he is still in the abyss, but can’t find him no matter what. What? ‘I’ should give up? No, ‘I’ won’t give up, ‘I’ have created a human identity called ‘Priest Xilin’. Priest Xilin as an adventurer often explores the abyss, if one day by chance they find that hero, it wouldn’t be a strange thing, would it?”

“‘I’ have successfully found that hero, but ‘I’ am also afraid of repeating the failure, so I’ll just observe for a while, let him stay in ‘my’ antique store.”

Reaching this point, Beelzebub stopped.

Because he got stuck on a key point.

—How much does this mastermind know about them?

Does he know they are the creations of that hero? If he does, why did he let Father go?

Once Father connects with them, the mastermind would have even less chance of killing him, right?

On this, Beelzebub fell into deep contemplation.

A few minutes later, Beelzebub suddenly remembered something.

The day they emerged from the abyss, Agares had uncharacteristically emphasized one thing to them.

—”Don’t reveal that we are the creations of the hero.”

Agares’ suggestion had immediately met with Baal’s opposition at the time.

Coming into the world, they naturally wanted to proclaim their identities, tell the whole world they were the creations of the hero Xiu Si.

Where was the logic in not revealing it? It was puzzling.

Agares’ suggestion had sounded very strange.

But Agares didn’t explain further, just letting them figure it out on their own.

Agares often did this, like a riddle master, perhaps because he felt speaking was troublesome, thinking they could understand with just a few words.

At that time… they were initially confused, but later inferred different meanings.

For instance, he thought it was to protect their father.

Because think about it, if the whole world knew that a human had created them, and this creator was still missing.

What would happen then?

The answer is, the whole world would try to find the missing Father, then control him, because controlling Father would mean controlling them.

This explanation was reasonable. It was Samikina who proposed it at the time, convincing Baal and most of their brethren on the spot.

So, they later didn’t reveal their true identities, and even intentionally created confusion.

Beelzebub thought, when Agares said that back then, it might not just have been to protect their father, but also to confuse the mastermind, to keep the mastermind unaware of their relationship with their father.

But thinking of this, another question arose.

Years ago, the mastermind had attempted to harm their father in the abyss, when all twenty-something of them were present.

If the mastermind was present at the scene, how could they not know about their relationship with their father?

Could it be that they weren’t present, and did it through other means?

Ah, wait, why is the train of thought stuck again?

The mystery deepened. Beelzebub felt that although the mastermind was meticulous and cautious, they must have encountered many obstacles, made quite a few mistakes, to be half exposed and half hidden, getting stuck at every turn.

“This isn’t surprising.”

Beelzebub’s thinking was more realistic. He wouldn’t imagine the mastermind as some all-powerful, abnormal deity with perfect thoughts, perfect methods, capable of committing perfect crimes.

Many people like to think this way, presupposing the mastermind to be very powerful, infallible, but the final truth often leaves people dumbfounded.

Beelzebub had learned a lot of experience over the years.

The criminal themselves are imperfect. The more you try to imagine them as perfect, the more you’ll get stuck, unable to figure out the actual culprit.

At this point, the thought process must be problematic, a change in perspective is needed.

However, after half an hour of silence, Beelzebub was still stuck due to insufficient information.

“Forget it, if I can’t figure it out, I’ll just find new information. It’s a simple matter.”

Hearing his words, the bishop opposite showed a terrified expression.

You… you can’t leave…

The bishop couldn’t help but let out a scream, his survival instinct overwhelming everything else.

“I only killed a few people, my sins are not enough to warrant death, please don’t kill me, don’t kill me—”

As expected, once Beelzebub decided there was nothing more to be gained here, he vanished in an instant.

Immediately after, a white light engulfed the church, consuming and distorting everything.

The bishop and his sins were instantly obliterated.

Meanwhile.

Aelioge quietly arrived at the Historical Research Institute of the Aust Empire.

The historians kept their word, busy writing history these past few days.

The true appearance of the “Lord of the Abyss” seemed to have inspired Head Researcher Helen, helping her understand many things.

Aelioge hid behind a bookshelf, watching them think, discuss, and write.

His emerald eyes gleamed in the darkness, like a pair of green gems.

If those people weren’t so tired and just looked back slightly, they would probably have noticed him.

Aelioge clearly wasn’t watching humans like this for the first time, appearing quite accustomed to it.

The clock struck 6 pm.

Other researchers had left for dinner, but Helen was still deep in thought.

She flipped through the notes on her desk, reading and re-reading, overturning many ideas, her pen tip blurring ink on the paper.

The institute was quiet, and she was in silent contemplation. A few minutes later, she began to mutter to herself.

“If all the Abyss Lords were created by one person, everything would make sense.”

“Wait, does that mean the creator of the Abyss Lords, the Lord of the Abyss, is human?”

Helen suddenly felt chills down her spine, as if she had discovered a very secret and terrifying historical truth.

—[Once, there was a human who created the Abyss Lords in the abyss.]

This sentence was easy to write, but upon careful consideration, it was utterly shocking, frightening Helen to the point of cold sweat, her mind in complete chaos.

“A human in the abyss…”

Created over twenty Abyss Lords.

One has to ask, how powerful, how great must this human have been to accomplish such a feat?

The Demons Era was called such because it was almost entirely dominated by the Abyss Lords.

If these Abyss Lords were all creations of a single person, loyal to that one individual, it would mean that person single-handedly ruled an entire era. That’s over 6,000 years of history!

Helen had read countless stories of heroes in history books, but none were as shocking as this realization.

If such a human truly existed, their power would be absolutely unparalleled in history!

Never before, and likely never again!

Helen’s scalp tingled, she could hardly imagine it. Her hand trembled violently as she gripped her pen.

The Lord of the Abyss- who exactly was this person, and how did they accomplish this?

Has there truly been such a great figure in history, yet their name was never recorded?

Helen’s whole body shook, her pupils dilating rapidly.

She couldn’t calm down for a long time, her soul dazed, her gaze blank.

“I must write this down, I must record this history. There was once a person in the abyss who personally shaped the Abyss Lords, yet the whole world doesn’t know this person’s name!”

She wrote quickly, so excited that ink splattered. For a moment, only the sound of her writing filled the room.

Aelioge silently watched, not making a sound or interfering.

He knew this human would surely discover the truth of history, because she was so earnest and passionate in pursuing the truth.

Aelioge looked forward to the revelation of historical truth, to the whole world knowing they were the children of the hero Xiu Si.

The hero who once fell into the abyss and was forgotten by all – history should know his name.

Meanwhile, at the Mage’s Association Library in the Oedipus Empire.

Xiu Si took a book from the shelf. Its title was “Key Points for Advancing from Intermediate to Advanced Magic”.

He had thoroughly researched teleportation magic and was ready to move on to the next stage of learning.

As darkness fell, magicians could be heard discussing in the corridor.

“Huh? Another Abyss Lord has appeared? How am I only hearing about this now?”

“Just finding out? They’ve been here for half a day already!”

“It seems nothing’s happened though. Have they done anything?”

“Looks like they’re searching for someone?”

Xiu Si had just opened his book when he inadvertently noticed this conversation.

An Abyss Lord had appeared and was looking for someone?

“An Abyss Lord….who could they be searching for?” Xiu Si wondered aloud without meaning to.

At that moment, a young man who was passing behind him suddenly stopped in his tracks upon hearing Xiu Si’s voice, staring dazedly in his direction.

The gray cat was intensely focused on countering Marbas, completely unaware of the young man behind them.

For some reason, the young man’s pupils trembled, seemingly glistening with tears.

The little ragdoll cat resting on Xiu Si’s book noticed something was amiss and was about to turn its head when it was suddenly picked up.

What bad human dares to lay hands on me?

The ragdoll cat was furious, but when it turned to look, its pupils quaked, almost meowing loudly in shock!!