Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 188 - 189: The Cruel Decision

last chapter for today

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"Abyssal Demon? I’m an Abyssal Demon?! Grandpa, stop joking!"

After being stunned for several seconds, Yuan’er looked at Xiumu with disbelief. Then, she glanced down at the dense black energy on her body and the black liquid floating beside her, which made her feel safe.

"So, Grandpa, you mean that this is the so-called Power of Shadows? I’ve been infected by an Abyssal Demon?"

"Yes."

After a moment of silence, Xiumu solemnly nodded.

Hearing this, Yuan’er couldn’t help but show a puzzled expression, her beautiful, lovely heterochromatic eyes filled with grievance. It was rare for the usually pampered Yuan’er not to cry at this point.

"Grandpa! You must be mistaken! This power was given to me by the black-haired sister! It wasn’t given by some demon, and I’ve never come into contact with any Abyssal Demons! Besides, I’ve encountered the Power of Shadows before. When I was in the academy during battle training, I saw it! That power was disgusting and made people’s hair stand on end! But..."

As she spoke, Yuan’er slowly gathered two balls of terrifying black energy in her hands and displayed them to Xiumu and the others not far away.

"Look, Grandpa! This power is warm, friendly, and stable. How could it be the Power of Shadows? Grandpa, stop joking with me!"

However,

After saying these words,

Yuan’er was shocked to find that the expressions of Xiumu and the others hadn’t improved but had become even more serious as if a fearful enemy was upon them.

Stepping forward solemnly, Xiumu sighed helplessly.

"Yuan’er, do you remember your teacher telling you that those infected with the Power of Shadows, or even transformed into Abyssal Demons, won’t feel repulsed by the Power of Shadows? On the contrary, they will be extremely repulsed by magic and divine power, normal energy, and aura. So tell me..."

As he spoke, Xiumu slowly raised his hand, looking at Yuan’er with a somewhat expectant gaze.

As Xiumu’s energy surged within him, a deep blue light gradually emerged in the palm of his hand.

"Tell me, Yuan’er, what do you feel when you sense the power in my hand?"

"Feel?"

Hearing this, Yuan’er showed a very strange expression, and her heterochromatic eyes locked onto the aura in Xiumu’s hand.

However, before she could even start to sense it,

An indescribable feeling of disgust suddenly overwhelmed the girl.

At that moment, Yuan’er was horrified to find that the warm energy that used to be in her grandpa’s hand now felt incredibly sticky and nauseating to her. It was like rotten meat soaked in sour water for several days. Yuan’er couldn’t help but show a disgusted expression the moment she sensed it.

"Grandpa! What are you releasing?!"

After receiving Yuan’er’s answer, Xiumu painfully lowered his head.

At that moment, the Marquis realized

That something was already beyond change.

"Yuan’er, this is Grandpa’s aura."

"Eh? Grandpa, are you... are you joking?"

"I’m sorry, Yuan’er. I’m not joking."

"How... how could this be..."

As her senses expanded, she could clearly perceive not only Xiumu’s aura but also the auras of the several Blizzard Knights. However, these once reliable and warm auras now felt nauseating to Yuan’er, constantly stimulating certain instincts within her.

"No, this... this is impossible... I... how could I be... an Abyssal Demon? Me? That kind of monster?!"

Looking down at her own body, Yuan’er couldn’t accept the truth and kept murmuring to herself. The black Power of Shadows around her began to grow restless.

Unable to hold back, the girl started to cry.

"Why... why did this happen? This is impossible! It shouldn’t be! Why, why?! There must be some mistake somewhere?! But... wu wu wu, Grandpa! Grandpa! What should I do? What should I do?!"

Hearing the girl’s desperate plea,

Xiumu painfully sighed and tightened his grip on the longsword in his hand, slowly walking forward.

Seeing her grandpa approaching, Yuan’er instinctively ran toward him, as if wanting to throw herself into his arms for comfort.

Just like before.

However, upon seeing Yuan’er run towards him, Xiumu seemed to have made up his mind and made a very cruel but necessary decision.

Abyssal Demons have no reason,

Even Abyssal Demon Kings would generally only follow their instincts to kill.

People who have just become Abyssal Demons may briefly regain their sanity, but they will eventually be devoured by the bloodlust in their hearts, turning into hateful monsters...

"I’m sorry. Please forgive me. For the sake of all the people in Wind City, I must... before you lose control again..."

In the next moment,

Xiumu suddenly swung his sword, slashing toward Yuan’er’s body!

"Grandpa??!"

Under the horrified gaze of the young girl, Xiumu’s longsword, wrapped in a dense blue aura, quickly enlarged in her eyes.

No,

No?!

Why?! Grandpa!

Becoming an Abyssal Demon, a bloodthirsty and ruthless monster in her cognition, was already hard for Yuan’er to accept. Seeing Xiumu, her most trusted grandpa, attacking her, Yuan’er’s heart couldn’t help but bleed...

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

With a hysterical scream, just as Xiumu’s sword was about to touch her neck, the terrifying Power of Shadows surrounding Yuan’er instantly exploded! It directly blasted Xiumu and several Blizzard Knights around him away.

The rampant black light once again erupted in the city...

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"Later, I was knocked out by that black light. When I woke up again, Yuan’er was gone..."

Recalling the previous scenes,

Xiumu couldn’t help but smile bitterly and took a sip of wine, feeling extremely frustrated.

Then, the old Marquis wanted to cry but had no tears, as he hugged Yumo, who was by his side.

"Xia’er, tell me, was I too foolish to do that?"

"..."

Facing Xiumu’s question, Yumo didn’t reply, but silently leaned on Xiumu’s wine-scented embrace. Although Xiumu had only left the tent today, judging from the strong smell of alcohol, the old Marquis had been drowning his sorrows for several days...

In Yumo’s deep blue eyes, complex emotions emerged.

Through Xiumu’s narration, she understood why Yuan’er’s power had suddenly erupted again and why she had run away. It was probably because she was afraid that her uncontrollable power would hurt the ones she cared for.

As for Xiumu’s actions, Yumo really didn’t know what to say.

From Yuan’er’s perspective, Xiumu was undoubtedly a huge jerk.

But as the Lord of Wind City, to protect the people and eliminate threats, he wasn’t wrong. The only thing to blame, perhaps, was the misunderstanding about Abyssal Demons in their minds. A Demon King existence wouldn’t be so easily out of control...

However,

Why did you think you could kill a Demon King? Because the child was defenseless?

But by doing this...

Sigh,

’That child already knows her identity. I originally wanted to tell her gently...’

Yumo sighed helplessly.

But speaking of which,

Where did that child run off to?

...

After a long silence, Yumo slowly withdrew from Xiumu’s embrace and looked solemnly at the haggard old Marquis in front of her.

"Grandpa, if Yuan’er, if my sister comes back next time, please let me handle it."

Hearing Yumo’s words, Xiumu was slightly taken aback and then slowly nodded.

"Yes, you, as her sister, might be more suitable..."

"Thank you, Grandpa. You should rest now, I won’t disturb you any longer."

After briefly saying goodbye to Xiumu, Yumo slowly stood up and walked toward the cemetery’s exit.

However,

At this moment, Xiumu, who was staring at the tombstones of his son and daughter, spoke slowly with a hint of deep meaning.

"Xia’er."

The sudden call made Yumo pause her steps.

"What is it, Grandpa?"

"Xia’er, you used to call me ’Old Man’."

"Oh, I see. Got it, Old Man..."

"By the way, Xia’er, can you promise me one thing?"

"Hmm?"

"Please, don’t let your grandmother be sad..."

Yumo: "..."

"I understand."