After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 76.2

The other side. Imperial City of the Aust Empire.

Amon received the news and muttered to himself. “So it was retrieved after all.”

Inpos beside him felt Amon was speaking in riddles again, not knowing what he kept talking about.

He couldn’t help but ask directly. “What on earth are you mumbling about?”

Amon turned his head and saw there was still a clueless foolish demon here.

Having no choice, Amon then explained the situation once.

Inpos was dumbfounded, his mouth agape, saying in disbelief. “We-we are the consciousness of former gods?”

Amon nodded. “Can’t say for certain about all of us, but most likely we all are.”

Inpos slapped the table as he stood up, emphasizing loudly. “I am Father’s child!”

Amon said nonchalantly. “Fine, fine, don’t tell me that.”

“…”

Inpos couldn’t accept it for a moment, and his whole demonic form drooped in depression.

Little White Bird didn’t quite understand what They were saying, only knowing that his brother Inpos was a bit sad.

Inpos lowered his gaze, his expression crestfallen, showing deep worry, “If Father finds out, will he stop loving us?”

The chaotic situation of the Gods Era was well-known, with the gods persecuting the whole world, causing Father a lot of trouble.

Knowing They were gods, Father would surely have thoughts about Them, right?

Inpos furrowed his brows tightly, almost crying.

Amon glanced at Inpos’s reaction from the corner of his eye and commented. “Your train of thought is quite biased, but it does make some sense.”

Hearing this, Inpos looked into Amon’s eyes, “Don’t you feel that way too?”

What did humans think of the gods? Most extremely despised them. And to be honest, those gods back then were all no good.

It couldn’t be washed away.

Inpos never imagined that despite trying so hard to rewrite history, Their dark history only increased rather than decreased.

“Calm down a bit,” Amon still maintained his composed demeanor, “Those things aren’t us.”

Inpos said anxiously. “But… what if Father asks, how should we respond?”

Amon said righteously. “If it’s not, then it’s not. Just deny it directly.”

Inpos was shocked by Amon’s calmness and certainty.

But Amon was serious too.

He said matter-of-factly, “We started from Father, this point cannot be changed by anyone, god or demon, past or future, so of course we are Father’s children, of course we were created by Father’s own hands.”

Inpos’s pupils trembled, what Amon said… made so much sense! Was he always such an insightful demon? And how did He know all these things?

Inpos couldn’t help but look at Amon with new respect, thinking this fellow demon from the game world was actually quite smart.

Amon said calmly, “Anyway, now that you know, whether to find your former self or not is up to you.”

Inpos paused, then chuckled softly, before saying with determination in his eyes. “I won’t go looking. As long as I run fast enough, the past won’t catch up to me.”

Rare surprise flashed in Amon’s eyes as he looked at Inpos, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “That’s true too. Anyway, I don’t care.”

Little White Bird looked left and right, not sure if he understood, his whole body of feathers glowing brightly.

Inpos cast his gaze out the window, “But will Beelzebub return to Father’s side?”

As He asked this, that silver cat was already comfortably asleep by His Father’s side, after all, having fought several rounds, he was somewhat tired.

To Inpos’s question, Amon snorted coldly, “That fellow Beelzebub has had a habit since before – once full, he would run to sleep by Father’s side.”

Inpos was stunned for a moment, seeming to understand yet not quite.

Amon turned his head to look at the time, 2 PM Aust Empire time.

He thought of something and turned to look at Inpos. “You’ve probably completed about a quarter too, right? Encountered ‘that obstacle’, right?”

The “that obstacle” He mentioned was none other than the dark history demon on par with Him, ranked 17th, Botis’s history.

A truly dark crawling demon whose original form was a venomous snake, the demon among Them who most often fought with his brethren, nicknamed the Internal War Phantom God, no, Internal War Phantom Demon.

He had the worst temper, to use a term from Father’s original world, you could call him a toxic fan?

Somewhat similar, but not entirely.

In any case, history recompilation must involve finding Botis, which was also something Aelioge especially emphasized before leaving.

Amon really didn’t want to see Botis, but there was no choice, you had to find Botis sooner or later.

Inpos was somewhat hesitant about this, “Botis is not easy to control.”

Amon said, “We can always control him, with Vassago around.”

“Alright.”

****

Meanwhile, on the human side.

The Divine Kingdom of Destruction’s army was suffering a crushing defeat, the elimination of Federi had dealt a heavy blow to their morale.

Various races who had come to rely on the strong began fleeing en masse.

No matter how skilled Dog Head was, He couldn’t control this collapsing situation.

A few minutes ago, Dragon Head was driven back by Norman Til. Now Norman Til was advancing straight towards Him, protected by seven great elves, wielding a divine sword, like a god of slaughter.

The palace was crumbling, pillars lying horizontal, dust and smoke rolling everywhere.

Dog Head stared at Norman Til, His magic power projected on the ground like surging waves, occasionally reflecting terrifying spiritual beings in the shape of pythons.

This was the Beast God’s protection on Him. Though the Beast God had fallen for ten thousand years, the power of protection had not disappeared.

Norman Til noticed this, his tone seemingly curious, “Legend has it you betrayed the Beast God, but He still seems willing to protect you?”

Dog Head chuckled, his mask shattered, revealing a ferocious face.

He asked in return. “What do you think is the reason?”

Norman Til stopped in his tracks, his gaze falling on Dog Head.

A beam of light fell from the ceiling, illuminating the dust particles floating in the air.

Norman Til stood in the light, while Dog Head stood in the shadows, His eyes cold.

Norman Til caught Dog Head’s question and answered. “Perhaps He still cares for you.”

Hearing this, Dog Head laughed, bursting into wild laughter, laughing so hard His whole body shook, laughing almost to the point of breaking.

“Don’t you think it’s more like a curse?”

Norman Til remained silent.

Dog Head continued to question, His voice hoarse. “Blessing and curse, where’s the difference?”

The elves around Norman Til were dumbfounded, as if Dog Head had asked a question They had never heard before, to the extent that Their brains felt unfamiliar, not knowing which knowledge area to categorize it under for solving.

Norman Til said directly, “I’ve never thought about this question. Do you feel you’ve been cursed?”

Dog Head seemed stumped by the question, His eyes even more venomous. Perhaps knowing Norman Til would absolutely not let Him go, and that He couldn’t defeat Norman Til no matter what methods He used, so He spoke more recklessly, trying to leave an echo in this world.

Dog Head said angrily. “The Beast God was a hopeless fool, a garbage who never sought to improve. He followed Him to build an empire, pushed Him all the way to godhood, do you know what He did afterwards?”

Norman Til: “Betrayed you all?”

Dog Head was stunned for a moment, then laughed maniacally, waving His hand in the air. “Correct! After He became a god, He abandoned us. He felt His status had risen, that He was different from us animals, and began to despise us. He hung out with the Concept Gods all day, feeling that the divine flame we lit for Him wasn’t eternal enough. He wanted to follow the Concept Gods and flatter them, trying to ask those so-called old gods about methods to advance to higher status! He didn’t hesitate to give us to the Concept Gods as pets!”

This was betrayal and sell-out, shameful and hateful!

Dog Head used to value loyalty greatly, but never imagined He had misjudged, following a garbage beast who betrayed the beast race.

Thinking of those years made Him gnash His teeth in hatred, cursing, “I betrayed Him? What a joke! History is just a collection of jokes! Myths, myths, they’re all words spoken by gods! Who cares what we think? He deserved it all!”

Norman Til was silent for a moment, “So that’s how it was.”

Dog Head laughed loudly. “The reason He still ‘cares’ for me is to let me live in suffering. He died clean and thoroughly, while I have to struggle on. I hate how He changed, I hate the Concept Gods who changed Him!”

He was completely venting His emotions now, wanting to vent all His malice towards this world before dying.

Norman Til looked at Dog Head and suddenly said. “Is what you know the truth?”

“…What?”

Dog Head paused, His voice trembling. “You’re not going to tell me there’s some hidden story here, are you? That’s ridiculous, how could there be! Who are you? Just a human living in this era! How could you possibly know about things from the past.”

Norman Til nodded, “I didn’t live in your era, I don’t know exactly what happened, but, you should also know, I am Agares’s student.”

Dog Head fell silent, dark light sinking in His pupils, He said. “What are you trying to say?”

Norman Til pointed at his head, saying. “The day I met Agares, He infused a lot of knowledge into me. This knowledge exists in my brain, like a huge library. I can’t digest it all, I can only specifically search for knowledge when needed. Earlier, to investigate you, I went to look up records related to the Beast God.”

The more Dog Head listened, the more panicked He became, almost opening His mouth to tell Norman Til to stop.

Norman Til continued. “Among them, there was a book that recorded a hero’s view of the Beast God. That hero seemed to have had the fortune to converse with the Beast God once, learning some things from the Beast God’s own mouth.”

Dog Head nervously said, “What is it?”

Norman Til stared into Dog Head’s eyes. “It was a three-hour-long conversation. The hero learned from the Beast God that the reason the Beast God was close to the Concept Gods was to understand the higher methods of mortals becoming gods from them. The Beast God wanted those beasts with talents far inferior to His to also ignite the divine fire, or at least become long-lived species. That’s why He restrained His beast nature, put on a divine appearance, and moved among the Concept Gods.”

Before he finished speaking, Dog Head had already widened his eyes and almost instinctively cursed, “What nonsense are you talking about? How could He possibly do that? He treated us like pets and gave us to the Concept Gods!”

Norman Til continued, “The hero also asked the Beast God this question, but the Beast God was firm in His attitude, saying it was an unavoidable approach. A momentary humiliation for long-term comfort. Moreover, only by making the gods like them would the gods be willing to give them methods.”

After hearing this, Dog Head’s face turned pale, his legs suddenly went weak, and he fell to the ground.

“Why… why didn’t He say anything?”

Norman Til lowered his eyes and paused before saying, “In the conversation, the hero also asked this question. The Beast God’s answer was that He couldn’t let them know because their beast nature was too strong, and they simply couldn’t hide their thoughts. The gods despise beings that have designs on them, so their state of ignorance was the best state.”

Hearing this, Dog Head had completely collapsed.

However, Norman Til continued, “The Beast God had always been dedicated to eliminating your primitive beast nature and helping you develop upwards. But whether it was then or now, not only has your beast nature not changed at all, it has become even stronger, causing trouble everywhere.”

Dog Head lowered his face, his pupils shaking violently.

Why… didn’t he know?

He had misunderstood the Beast God’s intentions from the beginning, so how could he possibly know?

Think back to those years when they introduced a civilization belonging to beasts in that era, enduring contempt and cold stares, even less welcomed than human civilization.

Among them, the Beast God was under the most pressure, and unlike them, the Beast God couldn’t rely on any living beings. He could only feel His way across the river, walking anxiously, not knowing right from wrong. In that era, lack of power meant endless pain and torment. They needed to become stronger, both for themselves and for the beast civilization.

Norman Til saw that Dog Head was completely heartbroken. “But it doesn’t matter. Life and death are a process of reincarnation, there will be a next time.”

His eyes were deep, and it was unclear if he also felt something, as a flash of pain passed through his eyes in an instant.

Half a minute later, he walked out of the palace carrying the blood-stained divine sword.

At the same time, Eve, who had finished dealing with Dragon Head, rushed over.

“How did it go?”

Norman Til smiled, raised his eyes to look into the distance, and shouted loudly, completely announcing the end of the battle and the victory of humans.

The first human great empire versus the Divine Kingdom of Destruction with its main god absent, victory!

The news quickly spread to Hammurabi and the whole world.

Humans in various countries were utterly shocked.

Although the God of Destruction never appeared in the end, and Federi was supposedly killed by the Abyss Lord Beelzebub, they had survived.

Survival itself was victory!

The whole of Hammurabi was in an uproar.

The Continental Human Alliance was filled with excitement and cheers.

Norman Til looked at the situation and quietly walked to an empty balcony.

What he told Dog Head was all true. That conversation did exist, and that hero did exist. He still remembered that the hero finally asked the Beast God, “Have you considered their thoughts in doing this?”

The Beast God didn’t answer, and the conversation ended. That was their only conversation. The cause seemed to be a chance encounter in the wilderness.

Norman Til tended to believe that the Beast God didn’t take it to heart. Many times, no matter how benevolent the person in power is, once in that position, arrogance will grow in their heart, and they become accustomed to deciding rather than discussing.

There were very few records about that hero. You couldn’t find many books about him even in the national library.

However, strangely enough, in the knowledge Agares gave him, there were many books about that person.

Even more strange was that he later discovered that in the vast library, there were no records of any other heroes, only that hero.

It was as if… Agares didn’t care about any heroes other than that one.

Moreover, most of the related books were memoirs.

Norman Til still couldn’t understand why, always feeling… that it was an absolutely untouchable realm.

****

Meanwhile, in the imperial city of Oedipus.

The silver cat had a comfortable sleep and suddenly remembered to mention the matter of the behind-the-scenes manipulator.

He reluctantly raised his head and happened to see his father’s hand coming down. There was still a scar on the wrist from when he had injured him years ago.

His eyes shook, his heart tightened, as if recalling that scene.

He had bitten the other’s hand, but the other couldn’t bear to hit him, could only frown, endure the pain, and look at him helplessly.

He was a bad child, hurting his father as soon as he became conscious, leaving his father with a scar that could hardly be erased.

He should die. Die!

At this moment, Xiu Si noticed the movement, looked down, and found that the silver cat had woken up at some point, so he casually stroked the silver cat’s head.

The silver cat trembled all over, almost shaking off tears, and rubbed his head against his father’s hand.

A few seconds later, the white cat pushed open the door, about to grab the silver cat for shift change. However, as soon as He entered, He froze, widening His eyes.