After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 95.2

Meanwhile.

In the ancient ruins, Beelzebub was growing increasingly frustrated with the investigation.

The human sages had been buried for thousands of years, and They had investigated before, turning everything upside down. What new things could be found by searching again now?

The answer was nothing, it was all old information. The recorded historical materials were all full of repetitive statements like “we’re sorry to the heroes” and such, no different from confession letters, with not a single useful piece of information.

Their statements about the Primordial God of Humans weren’t worth mentioning either, nothing but praise and worship. The ancestral worship of the Primordial God of Humans was, in a sense, a natural attribute of humans, nothing more to say about that.

If the mastermind was a human sage or some unknown human who participated in the summoning, the possibility of finding reliable clues was extremely low, nearly zero.

Thinking about it, that fellow probably wouldn’t have left any clues, having destroyed everything clean long ago.

Beelzebub was a demon lacking in patience, and once unable to find clues or hindered in the search, would become irritated, wanting to return to Father’s side to calm down.

He was a demon who dared to act on his thoughts, and truly turned around to head home.

He had left a position marker on Father, so no matter where Father was or where He was, He could quickly connect and transfer. Thus, three minutes later, He successfully transformed into a silver tabby cat and returned home.

However, He didn’t know until He returned, but Beleth transformed into an orange cat had clearly become as fat as a pig, not to mention the large white cat now dead asleep in the cat bed.

So fat, how could such fat fellows be His siblings!

Belelzebub was at a loss for words, but thankfully the short-legged cat hadn’t gotten fat, still maintaining its virtuous and well-behaved appearance, and upon seeing Him return, would knowingly call Him “Brother meow.”

Good little brother, other fellows always thought He was the twenty-fourth ranked younger sibling, only Celerios honestly called Him brother.

Beelzebub was satisfied inside, thinking that if He could drive all siblings away from Father’s side, He would especially consider keeping the short-legged cat.

As long as Cele didn’t reveal his true two-faced nature, he was an especially well-behaved and cute little brother meow.

Beelzebub nodded, its paw patting the lowered head of the short-legged cat, gaze turning toward the study, “Is Father busy?”

It was already nine in the evening, but His father seemed to still be diligently studying alchemy knowledge, reading alchemy books under the oil lamp’s light.

He really wanted to go cuddle with Father, comfortably nestle by Father’s side, but also feared disturbing Father.

He, They all knew, although Father appeared unconcerned on the surface, deep inside, he also had a yearning for power.

Because power could guarantee one’s survival, protect his children from any harm.

Father was working so hard for Them.

Thinking of this, waves of emotion stirred in the silver cat’s heart.

As for His question, the short-legged cat nodded, “Father is studying hard meow.”

Beelzebub made a sound of acknowledgment, though He had already seen that, in that case, tomorrow then. Father’s matters were more important!

Speaking of which, the orange cat saw Beelzebub return home, looked shocked, and walked over with unlight steps.

Beelzebub turned to look, only to see the mountain-sized cat stop at Its right paw, tilting its head, with an observant look in its eyes.

Beelzebub didn’t like being looked at like this, immediately said, “What is it, do you need something, Beleth?”

In Beelzebub’s impression, Beleth was a frequently noisy demon, often suddenly becoming excited and reciting something, very noisy, but would then quiet down, not speaking for a long time.

His relationship with Beleth was distant, or rather, His relationship with all siblings was distant.

Then, the orange cat lowered its head, said to the silver tabby cat, “Long time no see, Beelzebub.”

The silver cat paused for a moment, saying somewhat awkwardly, “Mm, long time no see.”

He felt Beleth had something to say to Him, and it probably wasn’t anything good.

The orange cat saw through Beelzebub’s mental preparation, so without preamble, said directly, “Beleth, humans call you a human threat, a race destroyer, your actions can’t be reshaped with just a word or two, our historical revision might not necessarily change humans’ impression of you.”

The silver cat was silent, eyes sharp, staring at the orange cat, only speaking after several seconds. “I know.”

The orange cat’s eyes flashed with some surprise.

Only to see the silver cat lowering its head, continuing, “I don’t intend to completely hide it from Father, but there are indeed many outrageous rumors about me, you all just need to eliminate those outrageous rumors.”

The orange cat was even more shocked, “Aren’t you afraid of letting Father know?”

The silver cat said seriously, “But those are also part of me, I can’t hide from Father, I can’t lie to Father.”

“Is that so.”

The orange cat found it hard to believe.

Beelzebub in His impression was a very proud demon, coming and going alone, not building good relationships with siblings.

It should be known that when They first left the continent, if They couldn’t defeat the giant beasts and gods outside and were bullied, They would call for their first, second, and fourth brothers for help. However, Beelzebub alone never called for help from his brothers since they separated. He preferred to solve problems by himself, even when facing life-threatening situations or encountering terrifyingly powerful enemies – he would always solve problems alone as a demon.

His personality was proud and stubborn, awkward, and difficult to get along with. Yet in the most crucial aspect – his attitude towards his father – he could openly express love and dependence.

Sometimes, Beelzebub was actually a bit curious about what was going on in Beleth’s mind.

The silver cat saw that the large orange cat still had an observing gaze, and emphasized. “I have nothing that Father cannot know about, I’m only worried that Father will be sad.”

This was also why He had been hesitating to tell the truth.

To be honest, the orange cat was also troubled by this matter.

The difficulty of rewriting history actually largely lay in this point.

Whether to tell Father the truth, or deceive Father, half-truth half-lie, or wrap truth in lies, or wrap lies in truth.

In any case, They had indeed fought for thousands of years, not listening to Agares’s words, causing trouble everywhere.

Although Beleth himself didn’t have any dark history, he couldn’t help that his siblings had loads of dark history.

They fell silent simultaneously, the atmosphere becoming somewhat heavy.

A few minutes later, the large orange cat smiled and broke the silence, saying to the silver cat, “Never mind, I’ll figure something out. Are you coming back to sleep tonight?”

“Yes.”

The silver cat nodded, his gaze again falling on the youth who was studying intently.

The orange cat did the same, and added, “After Father falls asleep tonight, shall we stake out second brother together?”

A gleam flashed in the silver cat’s eyes, “Good, I want to know what Agares has been doing.”

Their brother-staking plan was officially established, and they even roped in the short-legged cat.

Around ten o’clock at night, They watched as Father gave the small light body its regular milk feeding. Afterwards, Father studied for a while, and finally put down his book at midnight, walked to the big white cat’s bed to check on him, then picked Them up one by one, placed Them in the cat bed, and gently said goodnight.

The lights dimmed, and They opened their eyes, poking their heads out from the cat bed, their gaze fixed steadily on the bed’s position, their paws gripping the blanket, completely focused.

One hour passed, with no movement.

Three hours, four hours, still no movement at all.

Around four o’clock, the large orange cat fell asleep. The short-legged cat was half-asleep, half-awake, with eyes half-open. Meanwhile, the silver cat was still energetically keeping watch.

Agares knew all the answers, but seemed to be trapped in a dream, conducting some universe-level magic.

Perhaps Agares couldn’t connect with Them, requiring Them to create their own opportunities.

Time passed second by second, and Beelzebub, who had been very alert, unconsciously began to feel drowsy.

This kind of thing hadn’t happened in the past few thousand years.

Logically, as long as Beelzebub didn’t want to sleep, his body absolutely wouldn’t feel tired, but now He was drowsy, his eyelids suddenly feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds, impossible to keep open.

He rubbed his eyes, persisting in staring at the bed, while his vision alternated between blurry and clear.

“Mmm…”

Beelzebub was extremely sleepy, his eyelids really couldn’t stay up anymore, and truly closed.

He sank into darkness, his consciousness not only becoming incredibly heavy but also endlessly falling downward. He suddenly jolted, his soul violently shaking, and immediately opened his eyes.

And then, He saw it.

In the darkness, beside Father, sat an extremely beautiful youth.

His eyes were deep and obscure, his gaze lowered, watching over His most important person.

He quietly guarded everything around, silent and focused, as if there was nothing more important in this world than protecting that person.

Witnessing this scene, Beleth felt inexplicably shaken, his cat eyes trembling, the words he wanted to ask Agares getting stuck in his throat.

And in the next second, the youth turned his eyes, casting an indifferent glance in his direction, as if noticing His presence.

Beelzebub’s heart immediately started racing in fear.

If He spoke, He would surely disturb the sleeping person. But if He didn’t speak, He would miss the chance to question Agares.

Beelzebub was caught in a dilemma, his pupils constricted, fur standing on end, actually feeling deep fear towards his own sibling.

But He was still the God of Destruction after all, and his innate pride and dignity made Him forcefully straighten up and open his mouth.

However, the other party placed his index finger against his lips, making a clear gesture for silence.

The silence carried a terrifying authority that made the demon suffocate.

Beelzebub was stunned, his mind blank, remaining dazed until dawn.

When He opened his eyes again, He saw the cat bed, and looking up, saw the sleepy-eyed large orange cat next door.

The orange cat seemed to have had a good sleep, refreshed and energetic, even stretching his paws and stretching his waist, if He had one.

Noticing Beelzebub’s gaze, the orange cat turned to look at the silver cat, tilting his head curiously, “Meow, what’s wrong meow?”

This fellow had no idea about Agares’s appearance last night, having slept right through it. Beelzebub was absolutely certain of this and turned to look at the short-legged cat.

The short-legged cat was also rubbing his eyes, but seemed to have sensed something, so his eyes carried a hint of unease.

Beelzebub could tell with one look.

Heaven knows what their second brother was thinking, appearing in the middle of the night, guarding their sleeping father, forbidding any disturbance.

Beelzebub came back to his senses, wanting to complain, but thinking back, Agares had always been like this, being overprotective of Father in various ways, not letting Them disturb him.

Although there was nothing wrong with that, that kind of subtle controlling nature was sometimes quite frightening.

When He was young, He didn’t understand, but now that He had grown up and understood more, He realized the deeper meaning behind some actions.

But…

Beelzebub suddenly became frustrated – after finally managing to stake him out, where was his answer that had been within reach!

He turned to explain the situation to the orange cat.

The orange cat looked shocked.

“Second brother appeared?”

“Not only appeared, but clearly indicated that I shouldn’t disturb Father.”

“? You really shouldn’t disturb him.”

“Is that the issue here?!”

The orange and silver cats discussed heatedly.

Meanwhile, Xiu Si had slept well through the night – it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it was his best quality sleep since being resurrected. He woke up refreshed, fatigue completely gone. Yesterday’s headache and dizziness from overstudy had disappeared, and now his mind was working incredibly well. If brain capacity was a real thing, he felt his had definitely expanded.

Xiu Si was in high spirits, much more diligent in doing anything in the morning.

Around eight o’clock, the orange and silver cats finished their conversation.

Orange cat: “Next time you spot second brother, wake me up.”

Silver cat: “What if you won’t wake up no matter how I try?”

Orange cat: “Then remember to use the mental domain at that time – there are plenty of ways to talk to second brother without disturbing Father.”

The silver cat choked, He had been too nervous at the time and hadn’t thought it through.

“…I understand.”

Xiu Si noticed their meowing conversation and turned to look, lost in thought.

Suddenly, the silver cat ran to Xiu Si in a few bounds, unusually asking about past events.

“Father meow, do you remember the human sage who summoned the heroes meow?”

Beelzebub had no choice; unable to find any useful information, He had to ask Father himself. He planned to ask the three heroes afterward as well – no matter what, there must be clues in their memories.

“Sage?”

Xiu Si was startled, recalling, “Yes, I remember. That person was very friendly and humble. I chatted with him several times, and he seemed very interested in my creator profession.”

Beelzebub was dumbfounded – could it be that they had overlooked what was right under their nose? Could that most inconspicuous human sage be the biggest suspect? He remembered that when They emerged from the abyss, that human sage was already dead as dead could be, without even remains to investigate.

Then, Xiu Si frowned slightly, comparing memories as he spoke in a low voice, “Come to think of it, that person bore some resemblance to Priest Xilin from before.”

Before he finished speaking, the three cats were suddenly shocked.

Beelzebub’s eyes widened, there was a loud bang in his head, as if mountains were collapsing and the earth was splitting apart.