After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 93.1

Xiu Si covered the big white cat with a small blanket, tucking His tail around His body, and smoothed out His slightly messy fur.

He thought to himself, “He’s gotten fatter again, probably gained another pound compared to before.”

Was it a body type that gained weight easily, or did He just not like exercising?

At this moment, the little short-legged cat came closer and stretched out their paw, scratching at Xiu Si’s sleeve.

Xiu Si turned his head, lowering his gaze to meet the little short-legged cat’s light green eyes.

The little short-legged cat asked innocently and curiously, “Father meow, what is third brother’s power meow?”

He was asking about the power in their essence settings, also called their main power. Xiu Si rarely talked to Them about settings, so They didn’t know much.

“You’re asking about your third brother’s power?”

Xiu Si picked up the little short-legged cat, thinking back to past events.

Vassago was the child created after Agares.

When setting up Agares, he first discovered that the set powers could be ineffective, or partially effective and partially ineffective. So when setting up Vassago, he learned from experience and deliberated for a long time, bouncing back and forth between rational thinking and his burning chuunibyou soul.

So what did he set?

The answer was [Mind Image Ability], [Laziness], and [All Difficulties Can Be Overcome].

Why did he set it this way? Xiu Si remembered that at the time, he hoped this child would grow up to be able to handle anything with ease, that no difficulty would be too challenging for Them, and They could solve everything effortlessly. He just wanted Them to live a relaxed and comfortable life.

Actually, this was probably his own desire for survival. In a way, Vassago embodied his corporate slave era’s philosophy of lying flat and doing nothing.

Come to think of it, that seemed right. Xiu Si seemed to understand something as he continued thinking.

His eldest child Baal represented his desire for strength, because he wanted power the most at that time. His second child Agares represented his desire for wisdom, because he desperately wanted to understand what this world was about and eagerly sought knowledge. His third child Vassago, as mentioned above, represented his desire for a safe living environment.

He always liked to project what he considered good qualities onto his cubs. The more powerless and incapable he felt in dealing with difficulties, the more he hoped his cubs could solve them easily.

Later, [Mind Image Ability] didn’t formally take effect, [Laziness] didn’t formally take effect, yet miraculously manifested in Their personality, and the final [All Difficulties Can Be Overcome] also didn’t formally take effect.

But none of the three settings were completely dark, they just remained in a dim state, sometimes flickering between bright and dark, and couldn’t be revoked.

If you said they were activated, it seemed somewhat true. If you said they weren’t activated, you couldn’t really see anything special either.

When he wanted to revoke them later, Agares rarely stopped him.

At that time, although Agares couldn’t speak yet, His meaning was very clear:

–[Please maintain the original state].

He was very shocked at the time, because he never expected Agares, at just three months old, to already have His own ideas and would help Father strategize.

He knew Agares was a smart child, so how could he not listen to Agares’s words?

However, it was fortunate that Vassago didn’t only have three setting slots to fill. Perhaps because the essence settings didn’t activate properly, he got three extra slots for secondary settings.

At that time, he tried to continue filling them, tried dozens of times, and successfully filled in [Search], [Energy Conservation], and [Energy Storage].

Xiu Si explained the situation to the little short-legged cat, saying, “Your third brother should now be awakening the [Mind Image Ability] power.”

Actually, it was more likely that all three powers awakened together, but that wasn’t easy to say.

Come to think of it, Xiu Si himself was also very shocked that after more than eight thousand years, his third child’s powers hadn’t awakened, dragging on until now.

The little short-legged cat nodded, lowering its head to rest its face against Xiu Si’s arm, “So that’s how it is meow.”

His mind worked slowly, not understanding what [Mind Image Ability] meant, His eyes full of confusion.

Xiu Si thus added, “What I imagined for your third brother at the time was that whatever He thought of would come true, consciousness becoming reality, anything He imagined could be realized – wouldn’t that enable ‘laziness’? But then I thought, this power setting was too much of a bug, which is probably why it never successfully awakened.”

The little short-legged cat was shocked internally, understanding even from these simple few sentences.

Making thoughts become reality, what an amazing power meow, what a lazy power meow, Their third brother was so amazing meow!

Its eyes sparkled, its small paws unconsciously started kneading.

Xiu Si supported Him with his arm, able to feel the soft warmth of His paw pads.

His cat tail swept back and forth, bringing a ticklish sensation, His cat body soft and fluffy like a puffy loaf of bread.

Every little movement could melt His father’s heart.

Xiu Si lowered his head and softly said to the little short-legged cat. “It might take some time. I hope Vassago can smoothly awaken His power.”

“Meow~”

The little short-legged cat had starry eyes, He certainly had confidence in His third brother.

His brothers and sisters were the strongest!

Seeing how happy He was, Xiu Si then asked, “Where did your brothers and sisters go?”

The little short-legged cat was pure and innocent, immediately telling the truth honestly.

“They went to help Vassago find Gusin?”

Surprise flashed in Xiu Si’s eyes, followed by deep gratification – how could a father not be moved by his cubs showing such unity and sibling love?

However, Xiu Si quickly reacted and told the little short-legged cat. “Can you tell Them about the situation? Tell Them Vassago won’t wake up because His power is awakening.”

“Meow!”

The little short-legged cat nodded, very obedient to his father, and immediately told number one contact demon Amon.

At this time, Amon was being scolded by the big orange cat, saying that history shouldn’t be randomly made up, and it’s better not to write at all than to write carelessly.

Receiving the little short-legged cat’s private call, Amon opened it to look, then blinked, as if He hadn’t thought about the possibility of power awakening, showing a look of “as expected.”

Little short-legged cat: “Seventh brother meow, tell everyone meow.”

Amon smiled, “Leave it to me, I’ll tell Them one by one, but don’t mention it in the group chat.”

The little short-legged cat didn’t doubt this, nodded, then quickly ran to His father’s pillow side, happily keeping watch over his father.

But of course, Amon didn’t tell Aelioge, nor did He tell the other demons, because He wanted to find Gusin in the first place.

Gusin must be found, whether to learn about the behind-the-scenes mastermind’s intelligence, or to know the historical truth of those years.

Moreover, with so many demons having gone, there was no reason to turn back halfway.

However, Father really did know about Their affairs.

Thinking of this, Amon gently swung His legs, unable to suppress His rising smile, joy overflowing to the surface. The earlier annoyance from Beleth’s words immediately dispersed, His mind full of thoughts of Father, beloved Father.

If it weren’t for having to keep Botis in check, He would have already run over to sleep with Father.

However, after being happy for a while, Amon still had to face Beleth’s criticism.

A few minutes later, the youth on the sofa tossed and turned, occasionally displaying lazy postures, sometimes showing gloomy looks. Holding the history booklet in hand, His cyan eyes gleaming coldly, He muttered, “What’s wrong with it, I wrote it quite well.”

[Although Abyss Lord Amon plays around in the mortal world, in reality, He is a demon who deeply misses His father and thinks for His father’s sake]

What was wrong with this sentence, wasn’t it true? How was this whitewashing? What was Beleth doing, why did He say it should be deleted?

Amon wasn’t convinced and immediately asked that wandering poetry demon whose standards were a mystery, “Beleth, what exactly is wrong with this? Can’t I show my filial piety?”

Beleth chuckled on the balcony late at night, “You’re sneaking in your personal agenda, trying to build an image of a filial demon, and you’re asking me what’s wrong?”

If anyone looked up from downstairs, they would surely see a big orange cat pointing and gesturing at thin air.

Amon still didn’t understand, protesting, “So what exactly is wrong with this? This is fact!”

Beleth darkened His face. “This is a history book, not a love confession!”

Amon justified righteously. “I was born as a good demon who loves Father, why can’t I say this? Don’t worry about the rest, just recite about me and Father.”

Beleth: “…”

Where did this demon get such nerve!

Beleth was so angry He almost gained another round of weight, “Anyway, this content needs to be deleted.”

Amon strongly opposed. “Why? Is the truth not allowed?”

Beleth scolded. “If all demons wrote like this, would you think that’s reasonable?”

Amon said seriously. “It’s reasonable, but you should write that I’m the demon who loves Father the most among all demons!”

Now He was even putting others down. Beleth was a good demon among demons, and in most cases wouldn’t be this speechless, but Amon was just too much.

Beleth said unequivocally. “Anyway, I won’t do it.”

Amon gritted His teeth in anger, sending dozens of small essays explaining the reasonableness of this content, but Beleth ignored Him, leaving the messages unread and unreplied – how outrageous.

Passing by, Botis found Amon angrily pounding the sofa, cursing something about Beleth.

What was going on?

Botis was confused, just about to approach Amon to ask what was happening.

Then, Beleth sent Him the same criticism.

“Botis, delete these contents, rewrite your history.”

Botis was dumbfounded, even more excited than Amon, shouting, “How can I delete my carefully written ten-thousand-word essay praising Father’s beauty!”

Beleth was impartial. “Think less about these things, first write your history honestly.”

Botis strongly opposed, about to burst with demon power right there, “Beleth, you evil demon!”

Their names only differed by one pronunciation, and siblings often mixed them up. Botis hadn’t liked talking to Beleth since They were young, Their relationship was very average, rarely chatting alone, or almost never, so when they argued, it became very intense.

The two demons’ shouting was heard by passing Inpos.

Inpos stood still, watching Amon pound the sofa while watching Botis fight the air. Inpos had a dead look in His eyes, never having been this speechless before.

What was wrong with His siblings? Still so childish after eight thousand years.

Inpos turned to look at the little white bird.

The little white bird looked back.

A demon and a god’s gazes collided.

“They’re crazy demons, don’t learn from Them,” Inpos educated the little white bird, “Don’t listen too much to what They say.”

The little white bird seemed to understand, nodding, raising Its small wings trying to cover Its ears.

But the next one to be called by Beleth was Inpos.

Beleth angrily said, “Inpos, I thought you were an honest demon, didn’t expect you to be the most outrageous one, don’t add too much personal stuff!”

Inpos immediately shuddered, reacting exactly like Amon and Botis, completely unaware. “How is this personal stuff, it’s all true.”

Beleth was furious. “Delete it, delete it all!”

Inpos choked up, still not realizing what was wrong.

Beleth repeatedly emphasized. “The purpose of historical revision is to weaken the fighting events of our years, not for you all to madly express love for Father!”

“Is- isn’t it?”

“Why would you think that?”

Inpos was speechless, looking at the little white bird, paused for a few seconds, and asked the little white bird. “Is it not allowed?”

Although the little white bird was small, it seemed to already understand reason, and shook its head at its twenty-second brother.

Even the little white bird said it wasn’t allowed.

Inpos was dumbfounded, mouth agape, wanting to speak but stopping. Had They really misunderstood the approach?

At this time, Beleth was still freaking out, “Anyway, rewrite it for me! You demons always have crooked thoughts. If you don’t understand how to write history, ask the humans, don’t use your demon brains to write nonsense.”

To this, Inpos was very innocent, saying, “We asked humans, they all said there was no problem.”

Beleth exploded, voice getting louder, “Of course they would say there’s no problem, because they’re afraid to point out problems to you!”

The good-tempered demon Beleth hadn’t been this angry for several years, showing how upset He was by them.

Inpos suddenly realized, finally becoming aware that this seemed to be true.

The Aust Empire’s historical research group had been completely respectful to Them, indeed afraid to speak up about issues.

Beleth snorted, “The Aust Empire’s historical researchers are after all fragile humans, it’s normal for them to fear you. You can always find the heroes when you need something, they both understand history and have much more normal minds than you. Letting them write would be more reliable than letting you write.”

Inpos paused, thinking this was news to Him?

But it was indeed a good idea. Especially Luo Jie, this guy had lived for over eight thousand years, he would definitely be very useful.

At this time, the three heroes had not yet realized what was about to happen.

Beleth seemed to have calmed down slightly, voice gradually lowering, instructing, “I told you to rush it, not to mess it up. Do it again, understand?”

Inpos could only nod.

After the conversation, Inpos turned to look and found Amon staring at Him, with eyes seeming to say, you agree right, this guy Beleth’s demands are really too ridiculous.

But unlike the stubborn Amon, Inpos was a good demon who could admit and correct mistakes.

Inpos walked up to Amon and said seriously. “I’m going to find the uncle heroes. Amon, weren’t you monitoring the movements of the Human Alliance, how is it going?”

Amon blinked, His eyebrows and eyes delicate and beautiful, once quiet, very much like a porcelain doll. He thought briefly, quickly organizing the intelligence He had gathered in His mind, then slowly spoke. “There haven’t been any obvious movements yet.”

Botis walked over from the side and casually asked, “Aren’t you worried about Them manipulating the otherworld gods in the sky to surround us together?”

Amon turned to look at Botis, letting out a cold laugh. “If They could do that, They would have taken action long ago. I guess Their ability can at most control the surface consciousness of divine bodies.”

Botis nodded, “The control commands They can give are probably like ‘approach somewhere’, ‘stay away from somewhere’ and such.”

Amon never needed to explain anything when talking to Botis, and continued. “Yes, commands requiring logic like ‘launch an attack against something’ or ‘strike a specific being’ should be difficult for Them to achieve. Furthermore, I guess the number of divine bodies They can control at once is also limited. Without unlimited abilities, They probably haven’t become powerful enough to completely ignore universal rules yet.”

Botis let out a low laugh, “I completely agree with your speculation, I want to see what exactly They’re trying to do.”

Making such a big show of bringing otherworld gods to the continent, the purpose certainly wouldn’t be as simple as destroying the continent.

It was very likely using the continent as leverage to strike at Them, to deal with Their Father behind Them.

Inpos listened to Their conversation, expression gradually becoming serious, then once again opened the real-time universe projection image.

Only to see that in the outermost layer near the continental cosmic domain, three great vortexes were spinning faster and faster, their scale also increasing accordingly, becoming like giant spirals, as if they would drill through the ground.

The God of Chaos’s vortex was the most enormous and terrifying, its divine power distorting space, destroying rules, pulling everything around into chaos with incredibly terrifying gravitational force.

Regarding this, Amon stated directly, “The God of Chaos is the most troublesome. The other two otherworld gods, I could probably drive them away together with you all.”