Chapter 179: The Lord of Nightmares’ Predicament
The Lord of Nightmares had likely never imagined he would one day beg for mercy.
But he had only himself to blame. His arrogance, his desire to defeat Abyss, had led him to invest too much of his power in Hai-Teweru. His elaborate schemes, his attempts to manipulate Abyss through his dreams, had all been carefully planned, but they had also sown the seeds of his own downfall. His decision to directly attack Abyss’s mind, fueled by rage and frustration, had been his undoing.
He had become trapped by his own machinations. If other Outer Gods were observing, they would surely learn a valuable lesson: never underestimate your opponent, and never let your emotions cloud your judgment.
Outer Gods influenced the world through their artifacts, their true forms residing elsewhere. The Lord of Nightmares, to enact his plans, had channeled a significant portion of his power into Hai-Teweru through his artifacts. And then, in his desperate attempt to crush Abyss, he had further depleted his reserves, empowering his followers to launch a large-scale divine attack. Most of his power was now invested in Hai-Teweru, only his consciousness and a fraction of his power remaining in his own realm.
He had wanted to retreat after his defeat, but Abyss’s plan to destroy his artifacts had trapped him.
The artifacts were his only connection to this world. He was like a serpent trying to escape a bottle, its head and a small portion of its body outside, the rest trapped within.
And Abyss had severed that connection, sealing the bottle, trapping the Lord of Nightmares, his influence now limited to the power he had already invested in this world.
The severed head might still be able to bite, but it wouldn’t survive for long.
Abyss couldn’t see anything, the light too bright. He felt the remaining two artifacts weaken, their surfaces cracking under the strain, then he slammed them together.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion echoed through the room, the artifacts dissolving into nothingness.
“Noooo!” the Lord of Nightmares screamed, his voice fading quickly, then vanishing completely.
The light subsided, and Abyss’s body returned to its material form, his clothes tattered rags, his skin pale and exposed.
He gasped, his body trembling, then collapsed, his strength depleted.
“ABC!” Leona shouted, rushing towards him, ignoring her state of undress, her concern overriding any sense of modesty. She had discarded her outer garments, which were now beyond repair, shredded by the divine energies.
Abyss, still conscious, looked at her, his eyes unfocused. After a moment, he spoke.
“Miss, could you tell me who you are?”
The Lord of Submergence’s power had temporarily erased his memories again, but this time, the effect wasn’t as severe. Most of the erased memories were those he had already suppressed himself.
“You’re alright! Thank goodness!” Leona exclaimed, pulling him into her embrace.
Abyss, flustered, said, “Thank you, miss. This is quite comfortable, although you’re a bit sticky…”
Flora and Rebecca also approached him, their faces filled with joy and relief.
Abyss had surprised them again. They had given up hope of acquiring the Lord of Nightmares’ power, since he had refused to negotiate and was planning to escape. But Abyss’s audacious plan had worked, severing the Outer God’s connection to this world, trapping a significant portion of his power within Hai-Teweru.
They just needed to collect it! And the Lord of Nightmares, his connection severed, might not survive in the void between worlds. The other Outer Gods, sensing his weakness, would surely devour him.
“You did it!” Rebecca exclaimed, hugging him tightly. Her embrace was warmer, softer than Leona’s, a comforting sensation that confused the amnesiac Abyss.
Flora, blushing at her state of undress, but unwilling to be outdone, also hugged him gently.
Abyss, his memories gone, didn’t understand what was happening. Three beautiful girls, dressed only in their underclothes, were hugging him.
And the state of the room was even more baffling. The furniture was shattered, the room a disaster.
What had happened?
He didn’t know, and he didn’t dare ask.
“Now we just need to wait for ABC to recover his memories!” Leona exclaimed, her voice filled with joy. “We finally won!”
“Yes! He never disappoints!” Rebecca said, nodding in agreement.
Flora chanted a prayer, dispelling the barrier she had created around the room.
“Did I lose my memories?” Abyss asked, looking at them, a polite but confused smile on his face. “That explains a few things. Alright, I’ll patiently await their return.”
Leona’s ears twitched.
“Wait, someone’s coming!” she exclaimed, her face paling. She was still in her underclothes! And her other clothes were beyond repair, shredded by the divine energies.
But the newcomer was faster than they expected. Before Leona could ask Abyss to retrieve their spare clothes from the magical catfish, a slender figure appeared at the window.
It was a young woman, dressed in leaves and animal skins, a wooden staff in her hand. Her pointed ears and oak-brown hair identified her as a Wood Elf. She stared at them, her eyes wide with surprise.
The room was a disaster, its furniture shattered. Three beautiful girls, dressed only in their underclothes, covered in some kind of sticky substance, were huddled around a young man whose clothes were torn to shreds. The four of them stared back at her, their expressions a mixture of confusion, panic, and resignation.
“As expected of heroes. Even their sex life is so dramatic!” the elf girl said, nodding approvingly.
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