Chapter 82: Abyss’s Plans
Maggie, after all, was a strong girl. After the three girls took turns comforting her, she smiled through her tears. The long-standing loneliness and injustice hadn’t broken her but had instead made her even more resilient. She decided to live well, carrying her mother’s part with her, instead of lamenting her fate.
“Now there’s still one doubt: what did my master do after obtaining the Sage’s Blood?” Abyss put down the journal, lost in thought.
“Indeed, the time span involved is rather long,” Baggs also mused. “I remember you said you are sixteen. So that means, after obtaining the Sage’s Blood, your master had ten years where we don’t know what he was doing. You only came to his side ten years later.”
“Hmm… looking at it this way, the number of doubts in my heart hasn’t decreased even after reading the journal,” Abyss said with a smile. He wasn’t annoyed because he couldn’t figure out the answers; instead, he was quite happy. “My master was indeed a mysterious person. During his lifetime, I could tell his strength was actually very formidable, even ranking among the top on the continent. Just perhaps much weaker compared to me.”
“Speaking of which, you previously thought your master died from catching a plague while dissecting corpses. Now it seems things aren’t that simple?” Rebecca asked. She had heard Abyss’s story before and remembered the cause of his master’s death.
“Yes, perhaps that person named Prodo caused him irreversible damage. Although he didn’t die immediately, his body was gradually weakening.” Abyss nodded. “That’s the real reason for his death.”
“Then are you going to seek revenge?” Leona asked curiously. According to the usual tropes of knight novels, Abyss should have already righteously embarked on a journey to find his enemy by now.
“Revenge? No need.” Abyss, however, was nonchalant. “That guy will definitely come looking for me. Doesn’t he want the Sage’s Blood? Then let him come here to get it. I won’t waste time looking for him, because sooner or later he’ll deliver himself to my doorstep. Before that, we should focus our energy on protecting our world.”
“Abyss, are you still going to resurrect Agnes? It seems her power has already been transferred into your body, and her remains no longer exist. Perhaps it’s no longer necessary,” Flora asked from the side.
Abyss smiled and glanced back at Flora.
“Of course, and I definitely must,” he said. “Flora, I don’t think her power was simply transferred. If we can resurrect her, she will definitely bring us surprises. As for the issue of her remains… I’ll find a way. Creating one out of thin air is certainly inappropriate, but this Grand Sage might have left us something else.”
“Left something else?” Flora was very curious.
“Do you still remember the illusion I told you about, the one I saw when channeling the magic around the Sacred Tree? At first, I thought it was just an illusion, but now I increasingly suspect it wasn’t an illusion at all, but Agnes’s actual soul.” Abyss looked towards the Sacred Tree through the window. “Her soul is indeed sleeping, but it hasn’t found peace. Her current state is fundamentally different from the low-energy state a soul enters when at rest. She must have her reasons for doing this.”
Baggs and Maggie listened from the side, somewhat bewildered. Rebecca then briefly explained Abyss’s long-standing goal to them.
Abyss continued after Rebecca: “Just now Rebecca mentioned my plan to become companions with them and try to obtain the Creator God’s power – Agnes’s Creator God power is also still with her, so I need her support.”
“The Creator God’s power…” Leona touched herself, saying uncertainly, “The power Abyss keeps thinking about has never shown any effect, has it? Our status is still mortal. Could it be that we don’t have the Creator God’s power at all?”
“The manifestation of the Creator God’s power in you now is talent, but I believe there must be some means to activate it,” Abyss said. “The Creator God probably hasn’t reclaimed that power, and your ancestors who possessed the ‘System’ have long since turned to dust. You are the last generation of the bloodline. The Creator God’s power must be within you.”
“Then why didn’t you first try resurrecting our ancestors? Maybe from them, you could obtain the Creator God’s power bound to their souls,” Leona asked again.
“I once thought about that too, but I gave up on it because I don’t dare to do it,” Abyss chuckled.
“There’s something you don’t dare to do?” Leona crossed her arms in disbelief. “You must be joking. You’re my… You’re the man who even dares to curse Outer Gods to their faces. Don’t disappoint me here, hey!”
“Because I currently really have no way – I speculate the System on your ancestors is directly connected to the Creator God. It’s even possible the Creator God is the System’s operator. He summoned your ancestors from another world for amusement; it’s impossible that he didn’t install surveillance methods.” Abyss gently shook his head. “If I rashly disturb your ancestors, it’s highly likely I’ll be discovered by the Creator God, which would be equivalent to burying my own opportunity. It’s very easy for the Creator God to make me disappear; I wouldn’t even have any possibility of countering.”
“Then are we okay?” Leona still didn’t fully understand.
Rebecca spoke for Abyss at this moment: “Obviously, there’s no problem with us. The reason the Creator God let us die is because He couldn’t be bothered to monitor us anymore. And the fact that we can continue to act now indicates He hasn’t discovered us, or…”
“Or He has already discovered us, but He intends to observe us, looking for more amusement,” Abyss smiled. “For now, we don’t need to consider such a pessimistic possibility; we just need to do what we need to do right now. If He really intends to watch a complete show, believe me, I will make Him regret it deeply.”
Leona paused for a moment, then also revealed a smile.
“What do you plan to do next, Master Belator?” Baggs asked, lying on Maggie’s head.
Abyss took a deep breath, stretched lazily, and then said: “Tonight, I really gained a lot, but most of the things recorded are, after all, things of the past. I won’t let them affect my mood. In the next few days, I need to start searching for a way to resurrect Agnes, research the animal mutations, and also guard against possible attacks from the Iron Lilies. I have a feeling that before long, the Iron Lilies will launch an attack on us.”
“Ah… the Iron Lilies…” A very obvious expression of disgust appeared on Baggs’s cat face. As an elf, he naturally hated this extremist racist group that slaughtered elves.
“Furthermore, if the Iron Lilies were just a group that indiscriminately attacked elves, I think it’s absolutely impossible for them to have existed for so long. The conflict between humans and elves is much less severe than before. Why can these non-productive thugs still exist?” Abyss narrowed his eyes. “Behind them, someone must be providing financial support for some purpose…”
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