Chapter 1065 Abyssal Awakening <TOC> Chapter 1067 The Recompense
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What concept does a Demon Lord represent? At the very least, within the current wizard society of the Southern Region, there exists no wizard who can be compared with a Demon Lord.
Moreover, the mightiest among the Lords can even rival Demon Gods. It can be said that this is the ultimate objective that every demon aspires to attain.
At this point, Hai has indeed awakened. Even though she is still a considerable distance from becoming a Lord, the spark has been kindled and as time comes to pass, it will ignite a prairie fire!
Abyssal Awakening is not just that, each demon possesses a different state of Abyssal Awakening after their awakening. This state of awakening grants various abilities depending on the demon’s desires. Although Hai’s awakened ability remains unknown for the moment, from her massive and intimidating stature, one can deduce that her physical strength is beyond imagination.
As a succubus, no matter which branch, they all exert influence over their adversaries through mental power, their greatest vulnerability being their frail physical forms. However, now that Hai’s physical shortcomings have been compensated, her future no longer necessitates her vassalage to any Greater Demon.
After expounding the effects of Abyssal Awakening, Angel now suddenly comprehends why Iadase had previously made a sudden move against him.
The power of awakening is indeed astonishing, and furthermore, its subsequent effects will continue to unfold indefinitely. Holding such a crucial key, if Iadase cannot claim it for his own, he must preemptively eliminate it!
Iadase’s attack at that time was likely not meant to kill Angel but to capture him.
Angel suddenly felt a headache coming on, the news of Hai’s awakening was probably already known to half of La Sutherland. As soon as it is confirmed that Hai’s awakening has a connection with the Phantasmagoria, he suspects that he won’t be able to find a moment’s peace.
Just like the creation of Gloria’s Genesis Spell, once it becomes known that a mysterious object played a pivotal role in the midst, he reckons he will become the target of all arrows.
The only solace is that he won’t be lingering in La Sutherland for much longer.
Only the final day remains.
Once the fragment of Firestone is in hand, no matter how tumultuous or chaotic this place becomes, it will no longer concern him.
Angel’s face undergoes a kaleidoscope of changes, all noted by Night. At his level, he should have mastered the ability to suppress his desires and curiosity. When he first encountered Angel, he detected his and Fafnir’s identities — an odd union of human and Abyss Dragon. Such a peculiar mix would stir curiosity in anyone. Yet, Night’s reaction was merely to listen to Angel’s purpose, and then pay no further mind to their trivial matters.
Despite his diminished curiosity towards the outside world, the recent events had piqued Night’s interest in Angel’s background and what mystery are involved with the Rhythm of the Ocean in the end?
Were it not for the urgent matter of the Source Fire within the Painting, Night, as he was before, would probably have followed his desire to investigate the underlying reasons.
“The matter of the Awakened will require some time to ferment and develop. You needn’t worry too much. With Fafnir by your side, there shouldn’t be any problems,” said Night. Ignoring his internal desire to unravel Angel’s secrets, he walked towards the outer hall——
Previously, the scene where Fafnir tossed Angel at the entrance of the Hunting Museum had been witnessed by many demons. Now, it was time to handle these minions.
Angel resided in the exhibit hall, yet his thoughts fluttered like butterflies, refusing to rest.
His mind’s eye was a canvas on which memories painted themselves with a ceaseless hand, starting with Fafnir’s state, the rippling aftermath caused by the Phantasmagoria Cabin, extending unbroken, interlaced with concerns for Sanders, curiosity for Jon’s current circumstance, and yearning for family and friends…
This state of mental disarray, like a tumultuous sea, endured for an extensive period.
Only when footsteps echoed once more within the museum, did Angel wrestle his consciousness back to the present.
The newcomer was Prapa, a creature with skin as blue as a cloudless sky, who bore a prey carcass several times larger than his body as he entered from the exterior of the museum. He initially intended to deliver today’s catch to a separate room at the back of the exhibit hall, but was taken aback to see a familiar figure in the exhibition hall.
“Shop… shopkeeper?” Prapa’s eyes were wide with surprise as they landed on Angel, “You were in the Hunting Museum all along?”
Angel’s gaze met Prapa’s dumbfounded expression, “What do you mean, ‘You were in the Hunting Museum’? Has someone been looking for me?”
Prapa nodded vigorously, “When I arrived today, I saw Canaan hustling back and forth on the road. She said she was looking for you and even asked me if I had seen you. Little did I know, you’ve been in the Hunting Museum!”
“Besides Canaan, has anyone else been seeking me?” Canaan seeking him was to be expected. Angel was more concerned about whether there were other demons seeking him, and the progress of the aftermath of the Awakened One — to what extent had it developed?
Prapa shook his head, “No.”
“How did you find the state of the Phantasmagoria Cabin when you passed by?”
“I didn’t pay much attention during my travels, only gave it a cursory glance from afar. Everything seemed perfectly in order last I saw.” Prapa expressed his confusion, “Has something happened shopkeeper?”
An expression of sudden realization dawned on Prapa’s face, “Could it be that some demon has been causing a ruckus?”
Prapa muttered to herself, her head lowered, “That makes sense, with the Voyage of Experience offering such stellar results, it’s only natural it would attract the gaze of wicked demons.”
Angel retorted internally, “Wicked demons? Have you forgotten that you are a demon yourself?”
After much mumbling and grumbling, Prapa finally looked up, “Shopkeeper, if there’s anything I can assist with, do let me know. Were it not for you, I fear I wouldn’t be able to face off even against the most ordinary half-demons.”
Although he was currently considered relatively weak among lesser demons, he was significantly more powerful than he had ever been. And all of this had been made possible by the man standing before her.
Seeing Prapa’s heartfelt gratitude, Angel heaved a sigh inwardly. If he knew he was a human — the very species he despised the most — he would likely be brandishing his weapons at him by now.
“Speaking of which, I do indeed have a favor to ask of you,” Angel said after a pause. Seeing Prapa’s solemn expression, he reached into his pocket, withdrew several money bags, and handed them over.
“You can keep a hundred demon gold coins as remuneration. As for the rest, I’d like you to find Lord Night for me and ask him to procure some materials with it…”
The hundred demon gold coins were, in truth, something Angel had intended to give to Prapa all along. The business at Phantasmagoria was not doing well initially; it was thanks to Prapa’s promotion that it subsequently took off.
When Prapa had received the money bag, he looked as though he’d just woken from a dream, taking his leave from the display hall in a state of disorientation.
After Prapa’s departure, Angel found himself steeped in contemplation. Prapa had just arrived in La Sutherland from Lake Nemin in the surface world, so his ignorance of past awakening events was reasonable. However, based on what he’d described, the Phantasmagoria seemed eerily calm now. Could it be that the conflict had already ceased? And if so, what was Fafnir’s current situation?
Coincidentally, as Angel was pondering on Fafnir’s condition, a familiar grunt came wafting to his ears, perfectly timed.
“You may return now, I have matters to discuss with you.”
This voice, unmistakable to Angel’s ears, must have been transmitted by Fafnir. But given the present circumstances, he wondered if there might be a demon mimicking Fafnir’s voice, attempting to trick him into leaving the Hunting Museum. After all, with Lord Night at the helm of his museum, no lesser demons would dare intrude, leaving deception as their only recourse.
Angel’s concern was not unwarranted, but he overlooked one small detail — how many demons would dare to transmit messages directly into the Hunting Museum? Moreover, the museum was but a few hundred meters from the Phantasmagoria. Which demon would dare impersonate Fafnir’s voice over such a short distance, and right under her nose?
As Angel dithered he heard.
“Do you lowly humans have a spine made of needlepoint?” Accompanied by the sound of footfalls, Fafnir, wearing a dark expression, appeared in the Hunting Museum.
Seeing Fafnir appear in person, a look of embarrassment colored Angel’s face. It seemed he had overthought the situation.
“Follow me!” Fafnir grumbled coldly, and Angel promptly complied.
As they left the display hall, Fafnir glanced back at the painting on the wall, a flicker of apprehension in her eyes.
Without any unforeseen circumstances, they found themselves back at their ramshackle abode known as the Phantasmagoria Cabin.
Judging by the scene at hand, Angel’s relocation to the Hunting Museum seemed to have transpired without a significant altercation. The condition of the wooden cabin, still a semblance of its earlier state, offered testament to the absence of violent confrontation.
Not long after Angel’s return, a panic-stricken Canaan made her way back as well.
“Shopkeeper, are you unharmed? Thank heavens!”
Angel responded with a nod, promptly extracting several demon gold coins from his bracelet and handing them to Canaan, “Could you assist in repairing the shop for me? There’s no need for any alterations — restoring it to its original state will suffice.”
Without waiting for Canaan’s response, Angel sidestepped and headed to the backyard. Fafnir, at that moment, was perched on the trunk of a large tree, her countenance illuminated by the dappled light filtering through the foliage, casting an unusually brilliant glow.
“Lady Fafnir, are you unharmed?” Angel inquired, although immediately he felt his question redundant. Fafnir did not seem perturbed.
As expected, Fafnir returned his query with a disdainful laugh, “Do you think a lowly succubus and a bag of bones could cause me harm?”
“Could you then enlighten me about what transpired earlier?” Angel asked cautiously.
Fafnir remained silent for a moment before posing a question, “Are you aware of the Abyssal Awakening?”
Angel nodded, “Lord Night mentioned it earlier.”
“If you’re informed, then you should comprehend the magnitude of the turbulence caused by that incident.” Fafnir’s expression was grave, “The reason Iadase attacked you was precisely because of this.”
Drawing on the words of Fafnir, Angel’s beliefs were virtually confirmed, the only point of departure being that while Hai proposed to lead Angel away, Iadase initially intended to exterminate Angel outright.
Subsequently, after Fafnir guided Angel away, a power struggle ensued between the two sides. Fafnir triumphed in the end, although despite driving away both Iadase and Hai, the repercussions could not be completely dispelled. Almost half of La Sutherland’s gaze was focused on this occurrence at the time, and even now, demons intermittently cast their covetous eyes upon him.
Fafnir, although undaunted by these demons, had to take preventative measures against the potential impact they might generate.
Chapter 1065 Abyssal Awakening <TOC> Chapter 1067 The Recompense