After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 95.1

The three cubs had grown stronger, but they had also grown fatter.

Xiu Si held the big white cat in his arms, supporting its body with one hand, feeling somewhat helpless, but could only wait until the three cubs woke up to say anything.

At this moment, the big orange cat next to him opened its eyes wide, looked down to compare its own figure, and thought that third brother was a whole size bigger than Him!

Outside the room, the small short-legged cat was tidying up things, its small figure being diligent and virtuous, who wouldn’t feel affection seeing that.

About half an hour later, Xiu Si bid farewell to Francis, and then to Duke Luo Ke.

Duke Luo Ke was still sitting in his wheelchair, but he looked much better, his complexion had changed from deathly pale to having some color.

He smiled kindly at Xiu Si:. “Mr. Yi Xiusi, you’re welcome to visit the Roman Kingdom anytime.”

Xiu Si nodded saying he would, he had a very good impression of the Roman Kingdom and would like to come back during the Wandering Poet Festival.

Duke Luo Ke smiled, continuously expressing his welcome.

After saying goodbye, they walked to the center of the courtyard.

The spatial magician activated the magic, and the spatial passage gradually appeared.

Xiu Si said goodbye one last time and turned to step into it.

Duke Luo Ke watched Xiu Si leave, his gaze falling, and also glanced at the two cats following behind Xiu Si.

One big and one small, their size contrast was too obvious, both fluffy and looking very cute.

But Duke Luo Ke knew that They were absolutely not creatures that had anything to do with “cute”, They only acted this way in front of Mr. Yi Xiusi, Their true forms were probably unimaginably terrifying beings, Their rank was above his, Their strength immeasurable, yet They protected Mr. Yi Xiusi like children.

Watching the spatial passage close, the spatial transfer successfully activate and end, Duke Luo Ke felt somewhat emotional, or perhaps puzzled.

“Who exactly is Mr. Yi Xiusi?”

The highest status he could think of was being Great Mentor Matros’s student, but obviously this identity was completely insufficient now.

Mr. Yi Xiusi was an even more mysterious, more unfathomable figure. Even… he might not necessarily be human.

Thinking of this, Duke Luo Ke’s expression changed, and fear involuntarily arose in his heart. What he was relatively certain of was that Mr. Yi Xiusi should be on humanity’s side, wouldn’t be humanity’s enemy, although at the same time, he also had an inexplicable spine-chilling fear of him, as if he could potentially be an existence capable of destroying humanity, or even destroying the world.

Therefore, you must perform well in front of him, do your utmost to make him satisfied, make him like this world.

—Absolutely cannot let him become dissatisfied.

“…”

Duke Luo Ke’s eyes were complex, not knowing why he would have such absurd and contradictory feelings. Feeling that the other party was pro-human, yet also feeling that the other party would destroy humanity.

He fell silent, his face pale, his worried appearance making Francis beside him a bit concerned.

Francis couldn’t help but bend down and ask, “Luo Ke, what’s wrong?”

Duke Luo Ke paused, shook his head, “It’s nothing, just some puzzlement.”

Francis was silent for a few seconds, looking at Luo Ke said, “Is it puzzlement about Mr. Yi Xiusi?”

Duke Luo Ke nodded, “Yes, he’s too mysterious, but we can’t ask directly.” He felt they didn’t have that qualification, or that after asking, something terribly frightening would happen, so they must maintain silence.

Anyone who discovered the abnormality must maintain silence, treat it normally.

Must not break that tranquility at all costs.

Duke Luo Ke was well-experienced, had campaigned in subspace many times, had seen countless bizarre things, yet this was the first time encountering something so mysterious.

Regarding this, Francis contemplated. “I have this feeling too, but I believe in Mr. Yi Xiusi.”

“Why?”

Luo Ke showed curious eyes.

Francis’s eyes were sincere, speaking straightforwardly. “Because Mr. Yi Xiusi is a rare good person.”

This statement was somewhat hollow, sounding neither here nor there, as if it could describe anyone.

But subtly, it put Duke Luo Ke’s mind at ease.

A few minutes later, Duke Luo Ke contemplated. “I think so too.”

Francis laughed heartily, seeming carefree, then suddenly his expression turned serious, getting to the main topic. “The defense mechanism against otherworld gods has almost begun operating.”

These days otherworld gods had been constantly active, they couldn’t just sit and wait for death, human nations were all considering countermeasures, and their Roman Kingdom was no exception. Although from king to citizens, the majority were unserious folk, but a country always needed someone to step up, protect citizens’ safety, and guard the country’s peace.

Duke Luo Ke nodded, “We’re always very passive, even though this era is called the Humans Era, but we humans are still far from being the advantaged active party.”

As he spoke, he raised his eyes, looking toward the dim sky, vowing. “We must continuously strive, continuously develop, although we’ve been deprived of the possibility to rise up, been infinitely suppressed downward, but precisely because of this, we cannot give up.”

At this point, Duke Luo Ke’s eyes became exceptionally determined, “I want to know the truth about us humans, want to know who restricted us, why they restricted us, then break these restrictions, restore what we humans are meant to be, find our true state that belongs to us humans.”

Francis’s pupils shook, he didn’t say anything, just quietly watched Duke Luo Ke.

Luo Ke’s persistence was his persistence, he would risk his life to help Luo Ke realize his dream.

As they conversed, no one noticed that the gardener trimming flowers in the courtyard suddenly stopped his scissors, gazing darkly at them, thinking who knows what.

“…”

After a long while, His gaze lowered, His eyes dark as black holes, seeming to absorb all light, eerily terrifying, making one shiver without feeling cold.

Someone noticed the gardener standing still, was about to call out, but before his mouth could open, something strange descended upon him.

The gardener’s face was dark, his aura strange, his mouth repeatedly muttering several words. At the same time, the sky’s scenery grew darker and darker.

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On another side, in the Oedipus Empire.

Xiu Si found that although the bookstore hadn’t opened for a long time, there was no dust or anything, the air was fresh, feeling good, even cleaner than before departure.

He put Vassago in the cat bed, and even made Him a cat-exclusive semicircular pillow, wanting to make the child as comfortable as possible while sleeping.

Previously when he made small items, it would take at least a few minutes of conception and construction then adjustment, now it took at most within a minute. Simple substances could even be created with just a thought.

This showed that his creation skill was becoming more proficient, and his understanding of the profession was becoming deeper.

Xiu Si’s mind moved, maintaining a squatting posture, he turned his palm upward, transforming various shapes of things in his palm.

As long as it was something he could comprehend, he could realize it anytime with his own creativity, of course, all this was built on the foundation of having sufficient magic power.

Practicing repeatedly, Xiu Si seemed to have gained some insight.

He felt that so-called strength was freedom, the stronger people became the freer they became, able to overcome obstacles, easily accomplish things that couldn’t be accomplished before.

Pursuing strength, in some sense, was also pursuing freedom, breaking free from the flesh, breaking free from thinking, breaking free from everything that would restrict oneself.

His contemplation of “strength” unconsciously established a heart of the strong, or rather, a spirit of the strong. This was something he never had before. This transformation in thinking was both a result of his increased power and drove his progress forward.

Although Xiu Si only felt himself becoming more and more composed and confident, with an increasingly strong grasp of surrounding matters, unlike during the Gods Era when he could only passively accept things and was powerless to change them.

He thought to himself, this must also be thanks to his children. Their powers had imperceptibly helped him.

Therefore, his children were all his treasures.

Xiu Si was in a great mood, lowered his eyes with a smile, and his gaze fell upon the large white cat.

The large white cat was sleeping more and more peacefully, seeming to awaken its powers smoothly, and would unconsciously scratch people in its dreams, now using its claws to scratch at his sleeve.

Speaking of which, spring had come, the temperature had risen, and Xiu Si was only wearing a shirt on his upper body, not cotton, rather thin, and if a cold wind happened to blow, he would feel somewhat cold.

The improvement in his level showed very little in his physical strength. His physical strength was estimated to be only at the level of an ordinary level 20 warrior.

If only he could be like Wang Chang’er, able to load some battle experience, then if anything happened, he could also fight to protect his children. Although his children didn’t seem to need his protection.

Thinking of this, Xiu Si paused, slowly standing up.

Then, a meow sounded from behind him.

He instinctively turned around, following the sound to find the short-legged cat wearing a golden yellow apron with pink lace trim.

Caught off guard by the cuteness attack, the old father’s pupils contracted, and he nearly fell backward! Xiu Si took a deep breath, calmed down before asking, “Cele… what’s wrong?”

The short-legged cat raised its head, stopped the small broom in its hands, and looked into Xiu Si’s eyes saying, “Father meow, take a rest meow.”

It seemed worried that Xiu Si would get tired from moving things back and forth, Its light green eyes showing concern and nervousness.

Xiu Si couldn’t help but smile, slowly walked to the short-legged cat, squatted down to pick it up, gently pinching its paw saying, “How could I be tired? It’s only three o’clock, still early.”

The short-legged cat blinked, then said, “Okay meow.”

Whatever Father says goes meow!

Soon after, the short-legged cat’s virtuous figure walked through every bookshelf, then caused screaming from those outside.

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On another side, at the Continental Human Alliance.

In a certain room, the old Chairperson consecutively read through ten documents, his expression grave, arms resting on the table, fingers interlocked, said, “I had long felt the seven great magic families were full of evil deeds, but didn’t expect they not only harmed heroes, but also countless other families, and countless human experts.”

Human experts, in pursuit of greater power and wisdom, would often enter the mysterious subspace for training. However, no matter how lofty their goals, they must ensure they could safely return to the real world. Therefore, they would always seek strategic stations in the subspace as guarantees for their return journey.

However, the truth was often not so simple. Over thirty percent of the stations in subspace were supported and operated by the seven great magic families behind the scenes. These stations should have been lifelines for human experts, but instead led to their disappearance or even death.

The magic families used these stations to silently make those human experts who wouldn’t listen to them and refused to submit disappear without a trace. Their malice toward these heroes stemmed from the heroes’ power that could rival nations, and their pride that never regarded the magic families highly.

All this came from confessions, it couldn’t have been discovered through investigation alone, they had eliminated all evidence of their crimes. If not for the pressure from the Lord of the Abyss, and the terrifying threats from Abyss Lord Botis, they would never have confessed so easily.

The Alliance’s judgment group had mobilized so many people working for two days and nights, yet still hadn’t finished organizing everything.

The existence of the seven great magic families was no different from a human cancer, they were greedy, vicious, jealous, and would stop at nothing, harming countless human experts, severely hindering human development and strengthening.

Their crimes were numerous, beyond imagination.

What was more absurd was that they had never been discovered, let alone dealt with.

Thinking of this, the Chairperson shook his head, “It’s not that no one discovered them, but that even if someone did, they would be silenced by them.”

What was even more laughable was that while they committed all sorts of nauseating acts, they had become humanity’s significant “powerful shield,” receiving admiration and protection from some humans who didn’t know the truth.

The Chairperson’s feelings were complicated. In just one day, his already white hair had become completely dry, his eyes were filled with bloodshot vessels, and his whole person appeared lifeless and utterly exhausted.

They needed to answer not only to the Lord of the Abyss and the heroes but to all of humanity.

“…”

The Chairperson fell silent, his expression extremely ugly. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he walked to the room’s balcony and lifted his head to gaze at the expanding chaos above in the sky.

“Is the God of Chaos really going to officially descend?”

The speaker wasn’t the Chairperson, but Simon who stood behind him.

The Chairperson’s body trembled at these words, slowly turned around, and paused for several seconds before speaking, “Very likely.”

Simon looked skyward, “Was it the seven great magic families who brought this about?”

The Chairperson’s brows furrowed tightly, “Currently there’s no evidence, and they still haven’t confessed, but we can basically confirm that the activities of the three otherworld gods are related to them.”

Simon clearly didn’t care about evidence anymore and said directly. “They colluded with the three otherworld gods, targeting Norman Til, right?”

The Chairperson started, “Probably. Not long after Norman Til denounced them, the three otherworld gods clearly became active. This timing cannot be coincidental.”

“They wanted the otherworld gods to eliminate Norman Til, so they could rest easy.”

Simon fell silent, then said in a deep voice. “But sending three otherworld gods at once seems excessive.”

Although Norman Til was powerful, when facing those high-ranking otherworld gods, he would surely be overwhelmed, possibly even fall into a disadvantage, facing a life-or-death trial. Not to mention the troublesome existence of the God of Chaos among them.

It was no exaggeration to say that if a real fight broke out, Norman Til versus the God of Chaos would be a guaranteed loss.

Other humans would certainly die. Except for that mysterious number one ranked human.

The Chairperson looked into the distance, thinking, “The reason they sent down three otherworld gods was probably because Norman Til is Demon God Baal’s contractor.”

Simon froze, his face turning pale, “Does it need to be that complicated? Norman Til has openly said that it’s almost impossible for him to summon Demon God Baal.”

Demon God Baal wasn’t easily summoned, and what did Norman Til have that could interest Demon God Baal?

The Chairperson also felt this way, “However, for them, being absolutely certain is naturally best. By the way, where is Norman Til now?”

He turned his head to look at Simon.

Simon pointed at the sky, looking up and said, “He’s in subspace, observing the otherworld gods’ movements.”

“I see.”

The Chairperson nodded.

After chatting for a few more sentences, Simon was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and turned his head to the Chairperson.

“Oh right, although we might be short on personnel now, I think it’s very necessary for us to form a team to do that thing.”

“What thing?”

“The search for the heroes, we’re gradually getting clues now.”

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