After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 54.1

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The sound of several bodies hitting the ground rang out, but it couldn’t disturb those inside the bedroom at all.

Inpos shifted his gaze to Buer and remarked sarcastically, “You said they wouldn’t even be able to get a word out in one minute, right?”

Buer tilted his head and said, “But I’m too lazy to go out.”

Inpos snorted, “Are you learning from Vassago now?”

Buer transformed back into a little kitten, stretching out her two paws. The ribbon on her head quivered as she drawled, “Yes, yes, yes, I’m lazy, lazy, lazy. I just don’t want to leave Father. Twenty-second brother, you’re not lazy, so you go do the work.”

Inpos was at a loss for words at being called “twenty-second brother,” but what could he do when his tenth sister was so willful and unrestrained?

She was always having whims, doing whatever came to mind.

But the trash definitely needed to be cleaned up. Without a doubt.

“Mere human lineage, yet they dare to attempt to assassinate Father.”

Inpos stood up, his pupils constricting slightly as killing intent surged. He said in a deep voice, “Knowing that Father is a student of ‘Matros’ and still daring to attempt assassination shows they underestimate my human disguise as well.”

The little ragdoll played with the corpses like a puzzle game, saying, “If the old man doesn’t make an appearance, he’ll be underestimated. You use your ‘Matros’ identity too rarely. Over time, your fame has become limited to the realm of magicians, hasn’t it?”

Inpos smiled, his eyes turning cold, “Then let’s show them what it means to be Great Mentor Matros.”

****

Meanwhile, on the other side.

With no response from the dispatched level 70 assassins for a long time, the old Sword Saint’s expression grew increasingly grim.

Under favorable conditions, a level 70 assassin could assassinate other level 80 professions. Magicians had low resistance to assassins, with slower physical reactions, making them easier to assassinate. With a stroke of luck, a level 70 assassin could even kill a level 90 powerhouse.

They had sent three level 70 assassins. It was impossible for there to be no response at all.

The magicians’ mana detection of that bookstore hadn’t shown any problems either.

What on earth was happening in there? Could there be some powerful figure protecting Yi Xiusi?

The old Sword Saint’s mind raced, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light. His fingers tapped on the table, clearly showing that he was no stranger to such assassination plots.

When people grow old, they become jealous of the young, especially vibrant and ambitious young geniuses who are getting stronger and reaching their peak. He was jealous and had killed quite a few, about half of whom were young people with backgrounds. It wasn’t like he hadn’t dealt with high-difficulty assassinations before.

The swordsman profession always liked high-risk, high-thrill activities. He might be old, but that didn’t mean he no longer sought excitement.

To satisfy his personal desires and to maintain the status of the Jupius family as the “guardian” of the Oedipus Empire, some dirty work had to be done by someone.

“Assassinating a student of Matros” would displease the magicians, so it was best to make it a clean assassination if possible.

Situations with some obstacles weren’t uncommon. The old Sword Saint moved a chess piece on the table, advancing another step.

“Continue monitoring, continue the assassination.”

His face darkened, eyes fixed straight ahead, as if he couldn’t wait to see that person’s corpse right then and there.

The attendant immediately obeyed the order.

But a few seconds later, the assassin on the other end of the communication reported once again that the entire force had been wiped out.

Killing intent began to seep through from the other side, making those carrying out the assassination mission feel chilled to the bone.

Yet the old Sword Saint remained calm, “After all, he’s Matros’s student. He must have quite a few lifesaving techniques.”

He pushed another chess piece and said coldly, “Continue killing.”

But the attendant trembled and said, “Master, there are no more retainers left.”

Upon hearing this, the old Sword Saint was displeased, “We raise them precisely for doing dirty work. Now look at this, a bunch of useless fools who can’t even kill one person. It seems we shouldn’t keep people anymore in the future. We might as well raise pigs instead.”

His eyes darkened, and he suddenly grinned viciously, toying with a small sword in his right hand.

“How dare they provoke us, descendants of the Sword God! They must pay the price!”

As he spoke, he slowly rose, his blood energy surging. Using some unknown method, he was about to recover to his peak state of level 97.

Just then, an indifferent voice suddenly sounded by his ear.

“Is that so.”

In an instant, the old Sword Saint’s entire body tensed up, a sense of crisis pervading every cell.

How was this possible? Who could easily get so close to him?

The old Sword Saint was about to turn his eyes when suddenly an overwhelming pressure descended from above, threatening to crush his entire being.

He fell to his knees on the spot, his palms pressed hard against the ground, cold sweat rolling down his forehead, his heart pounding in terror, his scalp tingling.

Having lived for so many years, how could he not recognize that this was the pressure of a max-level being!

How could a max-level existence suddenly appear to kill him!

The old Sword Saint’s pupils quaked. Just as he was about to look up, all he could see was spreading blood – his blood and the blood of those outside.

All the assassins outside were dead, and so were those here.

Countless thoughts flashed through the old Sword Saint’s mind, and he almost immediately concluded one thing: he was no match for the other party. The other could annihilate him with a single thought, just like squashing an ant.

Then, that indifferent voice continued to chat casually.

“During the day, how many times did you have the intent to kill Father?”

What father? The old Sword Saint was bewildered, only recalling the image of that young man, Yi Xiusi… Did he actually have children? Was this person Yi Xiusi’s child?

But thinking about this was meaningless. The old Sword Saint knew the other had come to kill him!

Immediately after, the pressure suddenly intensified, like a giant beast madly trampling on him. His entire body felt like it was being torn apart and crushed!

“No! You can’t kill me!”

The old Sword Saint howled, “I am a descendant of the Sword God! If I die an unnatural death, you will be cursed by the Sword God and hunted to death!”

But the other merely chuckled lightly, saying with amusement. “You mean that Sword God who ascended from human to deity?”

Old Sword Saint: “Yes!”

That voice grew colder.

“A false god who dares to call himself a deity when his swordsmanship can’t even compare to Hero Wang Chang’er?”

The old Sword Saint was stunned, saying in disbelief, “What… what did you say?”

His face was pressed into the floor, his features flattened, his nasal bridge broken. He couldn’t see who the other person was, but hearing these words, it was clear the other knew the history of their ancestor, the “Sword God”!

What was going on?

The “Sword God” was the glory of their family, the spiritual totem of all their family members, yet the other called him a “false god”?

Killing the body and destroying the spirit – destroying his faith was more abominable than killing him!

The old Sword Saint couldn’t accept it, but despite using all his strength and methods, he could only be mercilessly crushed by the magic power.

Absolute strength left no room for resistance.

The young man seemed to find amusement in his reaction and continued, “Oh, you don’t know? It seems that part of history wasn’t recorded. How interesting. But it makes sense – many of your countries only write about the glorious history of the victors, never mentioning the ugly truths.”

The old Sword Saint panicked and said, “What do you mean?”

The young man said with interest, “Your ancestor couldn’t defeat Hero Wang Chang’er, yet was obsessed with being first of the era. He sold the continent’s coordinates to Otherworld God Number 002, putting all of humanity in danger of annihilation. In the end, Hero Wang Chang’er repelled Otherworld God Number 002, disappearing himself into subspace. Only then did your ancestor become the so-called number one swordsman, finally seeking undeserved fame by declaring himself a god.”

The young man’s every sentence struck at the old Sword Saint’s heart, shattering the faith he had built up over long years.

“Impossible! This is impossible!”

The old Sword Saint didn’t believe it, completely losing his composure, crawling on the ground like a dog trying to stand up. He shouted, “If this were true, how could you possibly know? This was from so many years ago, you couldn’t possibly know!”

The young man smiled and said, “Because I was there.”

“What?”

Just one sentence nearly devastated the old Sword Saint.

Using all his strength to raise his eyes, he finally saw the young man’s face clearly, and said in a trembling voice.

“…Abyss Lord, Inpos.”

Terror spread within his heart, like hundreds of poisonous snakes coiling around his entire body.

Just before death, the old Sword Saint thought, if the other was the Abyss Lord, then who was the “Father” he mentioned?

A possibility suddenly flashed in his mind, and the few syllables of “Lord of the Abyss” made him completely suffocate.

This… how could it be possible!

The young man finally said, “Oh right, your Sword God won’t come to save you, because he’s very afraid of death. Knowing I’m here, he doesn’t dare to come down at all.”

“Being a bully to the weak and cowardly to the strong is practically your bloodline trait, isn’t it?”

Before the words faded, the old man’s faith completely collapsed.

Soon after, Febi, sensing something was wrong, walked out of the hall, then turned pale and collapsed on the spot, tears streaming down his face.

“Ah… why.”

He saw the spreading pool of blood, the artfully arranged corpses, and the beautifully surging magic power.

The young man stood in the middle of the blood pool, his androgynously beautiful face making one lose focus for a moment.

Magic power lines orderly like a musical score surrounded his body, each note dancing.

Any magician present would be stunned, for never before in this world had there been such exquisite manipulation of magic power. Just one glance would leave you shocked and dazed by that masterful control of magic.

Then they would realize, he hadn’t even used magic yet!

Febi was terrified, frantically calling for help, but no one in the entire mansion responded. Only his voice echoed eerily.

He finally realized, shaking all over, retreating while saying, “All dead, all dead…”

The young man turned his gaze, fixing on him for an instant, as if death had brushed past.

“I heard you enjoy torturing pets.”

The elegant young man stepped through the blood pool, yet strangely remained unstained by any blood.

Febi frantically backed away, but his back hit the wall. His heart raced, almost suffocating.

The moment those eyes looked over, his brain answered before his will could.

“I like torturing, but I’m not torturing, it’s love. They’re beasts, I love them so I raised them. Without me they would die too. At least I raised them and loved them.”

Febi was forced to speak his true feelings, physiological tears rolling down. He was nearly scared to death.

“You call that love?”

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly. “Is this the love of whipping, slaughtering, skinning, digging out bones, and making specimens for appreciation?”

In this great hall, looking around, there were all kinds of animal and magical beast products. The souls and consciousnesses trapped in flesh and blood were crying out for help.

The flesh did not perish, the consciousness did not disperse. Even after death, they still had to continue suffering.

As for Febi, if he hadn’t worn the highest-grade magic resistance rings on all ten fingers, he probably wouldn’t have lasted even one day without rotting away from the curse.

Inpos looked around the hall, his eyes revealing some empathy, as if He also understood that kind of endless despair, fear and unease.

He raised His hand and liberated those souls and consciousnesses.

At the same time, the ten rings on Febi’s hands suddenly shattered.

Febi froze, then immediately screamed, because he saw countless twisted animals and magic beasts pouncing towards him, wanting to trample him to death and devour him!

“Ah, ah, help… No, I dare not… I will never dare again—”

A few minutes later, Jupius’ residence was engulfed in flames, the scene shocking.

When other magicians arrived, they only saw ashes, and some people who somehow were still alive in this situation.

They were bewildered, and so were the others.

The only certain thing was — the Jupius family had offended someone, so they were wiped out.

They looked at each other, all showing looks of disbelief.

“Weren’t they said to have the protection of the Sword God? Why would they still…”

****

The next day, news of the Sword Saint family being completely wiped out in one night spread throughout the Imperial City.

Countless people felt shocked, then chilled to the bone.

“What happened? Who did it?”

“Don’t know, they did evil things, probably offended someone stronger.”

“Huh? Weren’t they said to have the Sword God’s protection? The whole family was wiped out, where’s the Sword God?”

“Do you think it could be the king who did it? I heard…”

The news spread through every street and alley.

Among the nobles, there was even more frenzied discussion.

After this night, yesterday’s seemingly entertaining animal competition suddenly seemed extraordinarily significant.

Meanwhile, the palace was silent.

Levin had been thinking about Yi Xiusi’s matter all night and hadn’t slept at all. He had just managed to crawl out of bed when he heard such shocking news.

He was stunned, suspecting he was dreaming, and kept asking the person who notified him, “Really? Huh? Who did it? That’s the Sword Saint family! They were almost completely wiped out in one night? Are you telling the truth?”

The attendant was also shocked and explained, “It’s unclear, intelligence agents have gone to investigate, there are no clues for now. They initially guessed that they offended some mysterious powerful figure.”

Levin’s eyes widened. “All dead?”

“Not exactly. Those who deserved to die in the Sword Saint residence died, those who didn’t deserve to die are still alive, like servants and subordinates.”

The attendant added, “Sword Saint Ferrol wasn’t in the residence last night, he just returned this morning, coincidentally escaping disaster.”

Levin choked, the incident was too sudden, he could only be shocked.

A few minutes later, he recovered, unable to contain his wild joy. Those people from the Sword Saint family deserved to die, they were finally punished!

But who did it?

Levin immediately thought of Yi Xiusi.

But Mr. Yi Xiusi didn’t seem like someone who would take action, so it might be… the “children” of Mr. Yi Xiusi’s family?

Levin’s whole body broke out in goosebumps, he couldn’t imagine at all. They… no, should he say They?

They usually protected Mr. Yi Xiusi very much. Yesterday the Jupius family released killing intent multiple times, which must have made Them unhappy.

Here is my translation of the continuation:

They were the most likely ones to have taken action!

Levin thought to himself, Their appearance as little kittens was very likely a disguise. Their true forms were probably incomparably terrifying giant beasts. The Sword Saint family had many powerful experts, it would take someone of level 99 to subdue them. Did that mean those “children” who often acted spoiled in Mr. Yi Xiusi’s arms were actually terrifying giant beasts above level 99?

Levin doubted his whole life. His legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees.

“I- I actually thought about petting Their heads before!”

Levin nearly scared himself to death, thinking this was tantamount to seeking death! If not for Mr. Yi Xiusi watching over them, They could have crushed him with one finger.

So, so terrifying.

What he didn’t realize was that the truth was far more terrifying than he imagined.

Levin quickly sought out the Prime Minister.

The Prime Minister had arrived at the office very early today. He was admiring flowers in the garden, standing with his hands behind his back, appearing completely calm and composed.

A behemoth that had controlled the entire country with one hand had fallen, yet he could still be so nonchalant.

Sometimes Levin truly felt the Prime Minister was unfathomable. No one could see through to the Prime Minister’s true intentions.