Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 546 - 547: The Suppressed Power [1/2]

"What just happened?!"

Perceiving everything in front of her, Yumo was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

Her energy hand was still holding onto the blue-haired guy’s hand, channeling her Shadow Energy.

Just gripping it, because the blue-haired man who had been standing in front of her had completely disappeared.

Not just the leader of this adventurer team, but all ten members behind him had vanished without a trace. All that was left were pools of blood and chunks of flesh that bore no resemblance to their original forms...

The place that was kinda peaceful before now reeked of blood.

Everyone was gone, and the scent of human blood was everywhere.

Their fate was unknown...

"How could this happen? What is... what is..."

A bloody butterfly flapped its wings in confusion.

Yumo’s mind was flooded with doubt. She couldn’t understand why she had suddenly become absent-minded, and why, after snapping back to reality, only this horrific scene remained.

As Yumo was feeling disoriented, a little boy with purple short hair and creamy tips, wearing animal-skin clothes, happily walked up next to the bloody butterfly. His face was filled with excitement and he looked at the adventurer’s remains with disdain.

"Hmph, serves them right. These lowly lives don’t deserve to be in front of my mom! They dared to grip their sword hilts and release their aura. They deserved to be torn apart by mom~ HAHAHAHA~ they deserved it!"

The little boy kicked away a piece of skull, speaking arrogantly to himself.

Upon hearing this, Yumo’s attention immediately shifted to the purple-haired boy, her son. Her words, filled with astonishment and doubt, then entered Pierre’s mind:

"Pipi, what did you just say? Did I... did I do this?"

"Yes, yes!"

Pierre blinked his innocent eyes, looking somewhat puzzled at the bloody butterfly next to him. He didn’t understand why his mother was asking something she already knew.

However,

The carefree Pierre naturally didn’t notice the unusual emotions in Yumo’s words. Instead, he kept talking to himself:

"Mom was so cool just now. She cut the blue-haired human into pieces in an instant! The people behind him tried to use magic to fight back but were shattered by a wave of you!"

"Really, did I do this?"

"Yes, Mom, you were super cool and awesome! ~ But, well... um..."

Pierre hesitated, scratching his head, looking a bit unsure:

"But, to be honest, Mom was...you were a bit scary just now..."

"Scary..."

Muttering these words to herself, Yumo shifted her focus to the abyssal demons guarding the barrier not far from her. In that moment, Yumo was startled to find that these fearless, brave, and bloodthirsty dark creatures were now trembling and crouching in the shade of the trees.

"What’s happening to me...?"

Feeling the intense force of dark shadow that seemed to be breaking free from her control, a newfound sense of fear welled up within Yumo.

At that moment,

For the first time, Yumo felt scared of her own power.

...

...

After that day, similar incidents occurred repeatedly. Whenever outsiders stepped into the eastern domain of Winter Forest, Yumo would drive away the abyssal demons, guide them into the barrier, and attempt to communicate. However, just like the first group of adventurers, these people would inexplicably be torn to pieces by Yumo herself.

After experiencing this multiple times, Yumo had to face the reality.

That is, she could not communicate with humans in her current state. When communicating with beings other than abyssal demons, their scent, magic, and aura would continually something inside her to snap out and made her annihilate them

Yumo gradually realized that the root cause of all this was the immense dark shadow within her. This power could provoke all negative emotions from the depths of living beings’ hearts, including her own. When the concentration of this shadow power reached a certain level, the hatred towards all existence from the depths of the Demon Temple would also be guided out.

Perhaps it was okay for now, but when she came into contact with humans and felt their disgust, this destructive instinct would be uncontrollably guided out, causing her to annihilate everything and everyone deemed ’enemies.’ Unless the other party was extremely weak and feeble, just like the first sentient race she encountered...

Of course,

As the final boss, having such terrifying power and the impulse to destroy everything seemed reasonable.

After all, she’s the final boss~

But,

She is not just any boss; she’s the peculiar final boss who needs to properly cultivate the hero group, eventually releasing them to kill her.

If she would be triggered into berserk states by a certain level of magical power, battle aura, or hostility, how could she possibly cultivate the hero group? She would probably grind them to dust from the very beginning... that’s not much of a trial, is it?

Additionally,

Because of the side effects this power brought, almost making it impossible for her to communicate with beings other than abyssal demons, Yumo found it extremely hard to accept.

She didn’t want to become the kind of final boss who only knows destruction and slaughter...

Even if her very purpose of existence is to be killed, Yumo wanted to fully experience this colorful, different world before that.

For that,

She must maintain her sanity.

…

….

Since the power of Shadow was the root cause of her loss of control, Yumo decided to suppress it as much as possible. Over the next twenty days, she exhausted all her efforts to compress the crimson energy that enveloped Demon Temple into her own body.

Eventually, the ominous red clouds above the Winter Forest began to dissipate, and the terrifying power that filled the forest weakened. This led many to suspect that the ’Demon Lord’s’ power had been weakened, making the forest less dangerous than before. As a result, many humans and adventurers began to venture into it.

Time passed, and Yumo found herself missing the support of her reliable children, who had always been there to help her solve any problems. They were not here now, and she would have to rely on her own strength to deal with the current crisis. However, unleashing her inner power might risk losing control.

Just as she was hesitating, the Soul-Devouring Demon seemed to sense it and let out a hateful roar. It launched into the air, initiating a large-scale attack.

Before Yumo could even react, the Demon’s gaping mouth expanded in her sight, swallowing her and hundreds of her bloody butterflies in an instant….