After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 88.1

“Didn’t you say you knew?”

Beleth was stunned, then realized Valefor had tricked Him.

Valefor’s face darkened, Her hair almost flying up in anger as She rushed forward to ask. “Where is Father?”

Seeing this, Beleth knew He couldn’t hide it anymore and had to reveal the location and related situation.

“Father is a guest at Duke Luo Ke’s mansion.”

As He spoke, He opened the mental shared domain, preparing to pull Valefor in, but discovered Valefor already had a cat avatar.

He paused briefly, quickly guessing the situation, thinking indeed, their entire team could easily infiltrate just by changing to cat avatars.

Whether Amon did this intentionally or what…

Beleth didn’t dwell on it, pulled Valefor in, and explained. “The pinned group announcement has specific intelligence updates. Take a look to understand the situation. I just found out about it too, shocked that these folks would conceal Father just to change history. Even Father himself was affected by cognitive blur magic, unable to equate us with the Abyss Lords.”

Valefor looked serious, carefully examining the cat avatar group. Apart from other demons, what shocked Her most was that Samikina was in there too!

Samikina was the only demon in there who hadn’t changed His avatar.

Valefor couldn’t help but ask. “What’s the situation with Fourth Brother?”

Beleth explained. “Fourth Brother went to the Elven Sacred Realm, space is sealed off, He probably doesn’t know about our situation yet, so He hasn’t changed His avatar.”

Valefor still found it hard to believe.

Fourth Brother Samikina was an upright demon. She never expected Him to join them too, although according to them, Fourth Brother had only met Father once before going to find Lelagin, bringing along Fifth Brother Marbas who extremely loved making money.

Looking more carefully, almost all their siblings must know by now.

They were really something, still hiding things at this point.

After thinking it through, Valefor suddenly realized something when seeing Big Brother’s avatar, staring at Beleth. “You’re most afraid of letting Big Brother know, right?”

Beleth laughed, rubbing the back of His head. “Getting beaten up is inevitable, I just hope Big Brother won’t be too angry.”

Valefor glanced at Him, “The family meeting time is coming soon. BIg Brother will return to the continent then. With so many of us knowing, Big Brother won’t fail to notice.”

Beleth remained optimistic, “We’ll deal with that when the time comes. Besides, the family meeting doesn’t necessarily have to be on the continent. I think Bachin’s place would be good for holding the meeting too.”

Actually, Beleth felt in His heart that what mattered most was that Father missed Big Brother. How could they keep hiding this from Big Brother just for their own selfish desires?

Father’s feelings were most important. If Father wanted to see Big Brother, they shouldn’t interfere.

“Forget it, Big Brother will know sooner or later.”

Valefor stopped discussing this topic, lowering Her eyes which revealed complex emotions, as if still organizing Her feelings, thinking about how to meet Father.

Seeing Her state, Beleth didn’t disturb Her further.

Pigeons surrounded them cooing, flapping their wings as if starving.

Beleth looked down, glancing at them, and more pigeon feed appeared in His hand.

He crouched down, feeding them personally, His movements gentle and natural, extremely practiced.

Valefor noticed Beleth’s actions and couldn’t help asking. “Beleth, when did you develop this habit of feeding pigeons?”

Beleth turned His head, golden hair sweeping past His eyes, with elegant brows and starlike eyes, handsome as a painting.

When He quieted down, His temperament became even more scholarly.

Valefor’s expression changed slightly.

Beleth stroked His chin, thinking. “The habit of feeding pigeons? I just like them, haven’t thought much about it.”

His innocent look combined with His exceedingly handsome face would surely have a terrifying impact in humans’ eyes.

Valefor felt something and suddenly said, “I’m reminded of when we all molded human forms together.”

“When we molded human forms?”

Beleth fixed His gaze on the ground, still feeding the pigeons, “Actually, I feel we weren’t really freely molding our forms back then, but rather expressing our true selves ‘as we were.'”

Valefor nodded, saying, “Should say we returned to our previous forms.”

Beleth’s gaze grew deep.

They rarely discussed this matter, but over these thousands of years, everyone had felt it to varying degrees.

For Beleth, the anomaly began with some strange dreams. Later when Lelagin found Him and shared His doubts, He discovered He wasn’t the only demon having unusual dreams.

After that, the dreams became more frequent. Initially, He didn’t want to acknowledge it, but faced with the facts, He had no choice but to accept.

What kind of feeling was it?

It was like being a biological child in a family your whole life, then suddenly someone tells you you’re not biological, but adopted.

The impact of this revelation was imaginable.

He couldn’t just accept it immediately, and remained depressed for a long time because of it.

Valefor sighed. “Yes, I also started with dreams. Only after Lelagin told me did I realize they weren’t simple dreams.”

Lelagin was probably the first sibling to realize they might be gods’ consciousness siblings, and also the first to suffer because of it.

Lelagin had always been more sensitive. When He awakened alone, the impact on His mind must have been more intense than theirs.

Speaking of which, what exactly happened during all those years Lelagin spent in the Elven Sacred Realm?

Valefor couldn’t help asking, “What’s Lelagin’s current situation?”

Beleth paused, then answered. “Samikina and Marbas went to find Him, He should be fine.”

Valefor felt uncertain, “Lelagin can be quite stubborn sometimes, His personality might make it hard for Him to move past this.”

What they could come to terms with might not be the same for others, especially Lelagin.

Each demon’s personality was unique.

Beleth knew this too, “But we can only trust in Samikina and Marbas now. With Fourth Brother and Fifth Brother going together, what couldn’t they handle?”

Speaking of which, Beleth paused briefly, suddenly saying, “Fourth Brother’s power has reached the ultimate level.”

Valefor’s expression changed slightly, both shocked and unsurprised. Their Fourth Brother Samikina probably hadn’t “recovered His power,” but purely trained and upgraded to this level Himself.

Like Big Brother, He had climbed up step by step.

Comparatively, their Third Brother seemed to have fallen behind a bit. Probably because Vassago was lazier. Back when Father was around, He still trained desperately, but after Father disappeared and couldn’t be found even after leaving the abyss, He more or less started slacking off.

Should say He gave up on Himself.

For Vassago then, having stronger power held no meaning if He couldn’t find Father. Might as well sleep and drift into past beautiful dreams at random.

But Samikina was a responsible demon, strengthening His power to protect His younger siblings, never slacking off for thousands of years.

Fourth Brother’s strength was undoubted.

As for Fifth Brother… He seemed to have been obsessed with making money for a while instead of focusing on power.

Valefor fell into contemplation.

After finishing feeding the pigeons, Beleth dusted off His hands and slowly stood up, saying. “Anyway, let’s leave Lelagin’s matter to Fourth and Fifth Brother.”

“That’s all we can do.”

Valefor lowered Her gaze, Her pupils moving before finally fixing on a spot in the suburbs.

She bit Her lower lip, Her voice trembling slightly. “Is Father really there?”

Beleth smiled. “Don’t you already know?”

This was a strange psychology – clearly knowing something in your heart yet repeatedly asking about it. Why? The answer was to boost confidence.

Fearing it was false, even when all evidence indicated it was true, still fearing it was false.

The root cause was an anxiety deeply planted in the heart.

They had searched almost the whole world for Father, only to meet emptiness and disappointment time after time. Would this time be real?

Beleth looked into the distance, saying. “Go, Sixth Sister, Father is waiting for you.”

Valefor paused, then nodded, Her form disappearing.

Beleth remained silent.

The pigeons present cooed, who knew if they understood what they were saying, their tiny feet supporting their plump bodies, displaying various postures, full of spirit.

Beleth looked down, crouched again, and extended His hand, but there was no food in His palm.

The pigeons cooed and hopped around, as if understanding the meaning, lining up one by one.

Soon after, the closest pigeon immediately showed its tiny foot to Beleth.

Beleth took out a small note from the void and tied it to the pigeon’s foot.

Clearly, He was going to send messages by carrier pigeon.

Although His pigeons were plump, they could still fly.

They understood too – after getting food, they had to provide labor. Fly!

With a fluttering sound, one pigeon spread its wings and flew away low to the ground.

Right after, another pigeon came over and also stretched out its tiny foot, as if this wasn’t the first time, long since used to it.

If anyone nearby saw this, they would surely stare wide-eyed, thinking in shock that all the pigeons in the park listened to that youth – He was practically the King of Pigeons!

Minutes later, countless feathers scattered as pigeons took flight in different directions.

Some flew into the Imperial City, landing on the arm of a certain wandering poet.

The wandering poet untied the small note from the pigeon’s leg, opened it to look, and his expression changed slightly as he muttered. “You’re going to enter the mortal world?”

Subsequently, pigeons flew to the Aust Empire, Oedipus Empire, Hammurabi Empire, Khaos Empire and other countries, even reaching places that weren’t human nations.

In a certain non-human city.

A blonde, fair-skinned wandering poet carefully examined the handwriting on the note, as if verifying whether it was truly from that person.

The answer came quickly.

“It’s real.”

“It really is from that person!”

He was shocked – how many years had it been since that person appeared? They finally chose to appear today?

“Want us to help out, is it?”

He pondered carefully, then laughed. “Of course we can! We wandering poets haven’t had any major activities in a long time!”

After speaking, he casually tried to pet the plump pigeon.

However, the pigeon was quite clever, immediately kicked him and flew away with a flutter.

He cried out in pain, showing an agonized expression as if the pigeon had nearly broken his bones with that kick, complaining. “How were these pigeons raised? They’re not pigeons at all, they must be magical beasts.”

That person’s preference for chubby creatures really hadn’t changed at all.

Meanwhile, people of various identities in cities around the world responded to the call.

In the top floor suite of a famous continental hotel.

An elderly man in fine clothes hugged a pigeon joyfully. “Haha, that person has finally stopped ghosting us.”

During a banquet, a stunningly beautiful woman walked to the balcony, stroked the pigeon in her hand, and looked up laughing. “Good, finally something to do.”

There were even responding people in the Continental Human Alliance’s Historical Research Institute.

That person was chatting with Sword Saint Simon when a pigeon flew right between them with complete authority, showing no fear of humans, immediately stretching its foot toward the elderly man.

The elderly man was surprised, squinted to look, and quickly noticed the small note tied to its foot.

Simon was well-experienced, but couldn’t help remarking, “This pigeon… is so fat.”

What kind of person would raise such fat pigeons?

Hearing this, the pigeon seemed to understand human nature, unhappily glancing at Simon and wiggling its bottom.

Simon: “…”

The elderly man opened the note to look and immediately stood up, saying joyfully. “That person is starting activities!”

Simon was stunned, asking puzzled. “That person is… the owner of this fat pigeon?”

The pigeon grew even more displeased at these words – what fat? This was robust!

The elderly man turned to look at Simon, his lips curving upward mysteriously. “That’s right, it is indeed that person.”

Simon became more confused – so who was it?

****

Meanwhile, in the park.

Beleth watched the pigeons fly away one by one, thinking His part was about done, just waiting for the history from Inpos’s side.

Hopefully everything would go smoothly.

He thought for a moment and raised His gaze to the sky.

It had been sunny in the morning, but now dark clouds gathered, even the temperature had dropped several degrees.

Perhaps something else was happening.

Passersby on the street seemed to notice the change in world conditions too, discussing among themselves.

****

At this moment, in Duke Luo Ke’s mansion.

The sisters had gathered together, meows filling the house.

“Sixth Sister! You just arrived?”

The ragdoll cat pounced toward the forest cat, rubbing its head against Sixth Sister.

The larger forest cat lowered Her head, pinching the ragdoll cat’s face as punishment for concealing Father.

“So this is why you were meowing.”

The ragdoll cat had a silly expression, letting Her sister pinch Her face, stretching Her head out. “Meow~”

The forest cat couldn’t do anything with Her, “Did Barbatos go to the God of Chaos?”

ragdoll cat: “Yes meow.”

“Is that so…”

The forest cat turned Her head, Her gaze falling on the study next door, watching Her Father and Her brother.

It had been so long since She’d seen this scene.

She suppressed Her presence, knowing Father was focused on studying and not wanting to disturb him.

Back in the abyss, Father was only level 19. After leaving the abyss, Father’s leveling speed finally became normal.

Hmm… perhaps even a bit faster than normal humans?

The forest cat’s eyes showed contemplation.

The ragdoll cat seemed to know the forest cat’s confusion, smiling. “Father works so hard to level up meow.”

The forest cat nodded. “Father was always hardworking before, but for some unknown reason, leveled very slowly.”

When they were young, they were naive and didn’t know much. Thinking about it now, they realized this matter was actually quite abnormal.

Being a bit slow was fine, but being that slow was too strange – it was hard to say it was a natural leveling speed.

However, they had nothing to compare it to, as Creator was a class only Father had.

Father had no seniors, could only explore leveling by Himself, so honestly speaking, being slow made sense.

The forest cat pondered, thinking of another incredible thing – Father was just an ordinary human, yet could read god consciousness.

Was it special abilities granted by the hero summoning system, or some other reason…