Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 632 - 633: The Confused Girl

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Yumo, who was purifying her soul in the Sacred Spring of the Elves, didn’t understand why she had ended up in this dark and eerie space after falling into a brief sleep. However, she had no time to ponder this, because the instant the golden figure appeared, she was overwhelmed.

Just the thought of this being the one who had left her daughter in such a miserable state triggered an extreme rage and a terrifying desire to kill in Yumo. The dense aura of divine power stimulated every nerve in her, breaking the shackles of ’rationality’ in her mind.

Without much thought,

Yumo launched a hysterical attack on the goddess.

...

However,

This attack, powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth, could not inflict even the slightest damage on the golden figure.

Seeing that her concentrated attack, the Crimson bullets, still couldn’t disperse the golden figure, Yumo, in her uncontrollable emotional state, was both astonished and confused.

But,

At that moment, the golden figure, like a ghostly apparition, flashed in front of the black-haired girl, startling Yumo into a terrified retreat. As she retreated, her hands began to accumulate a continuous stream of crimson energy, preparing to counterattack in the next moment.

"Stop wasting your energy."

Just as Yumo was about to launch another round of attack, a’ mechanical’ voice slowly reached her ears.

As these words entered her ear, Yumo’s actions stiffened.

Her rationality, engulfed by anger and the desire for slaughter, began to vaguely return.

After the brutal crimson light in her eyes slightly dissipated, Yumo, with a look of murderous intent, stared intently at the golden figure before her.

"Right now, I’m just projecting a mere shadow into your dream world. No matter how you attack, it’s impossible to destroy an illusion. Calm down, I just wanted to have a chat with you. Have you vented enough? Is your emotion stable now?"

The golden figure spoke teasingly,

As the golden figure gradually subdued her divine aura, Yumo, having vented her emotions, indeed stabilized slightly.

She clenched her teeth tightly and questioned the being before her:

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

"That tone? It seems you are really angry, aren’t you?"

Faced with this question, Yumo’s eyes narrowed, and she yelled as if her heart was being torn apart.

The impulse she had just managed to suppress seemed on the verge of erupting again.

"You’ve hurt my daughter like that! How can I not be angry?!! What do you want?!!!"

"Oh?"

The golden figure placed her hands behind her back, tilting her head playfully, and said nonchalantly:

"Weren’t you planning to use them as expendable in your trials? Aren’t Abyssal Demons meant to be killed? Why suddenly care so much about them? Are you really starting to see them as your children?"

"That... before I…., that was because..."

"Moreover, You ask me what do I want? I’d like to ask you that. My dear mortal Yumo, what do you want to do?"

"Me, I?"

"Yes, what do you want to do? Do you want to give up the trial?"

The golden figure slowly reached out and lifted Yumo’s chin, asking lightly:

"Let me remind you, what was the purpose I brought you to this world for? It wasn’t to play house. I know you don’t want to cooperate, but I advise you to weigh your options before making a decision. Do you have the power to resist me? And what would be the consequences of resisting me..."

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As the goddess’s words floated into her ears, everything around Yumo gradually became vague and indistinct, and her consciousness began to blur.

When Yumo regained her senses, she found herself amidst the branches of the Mother Tree and back in the Sacred Spring.

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Recalling the vision she had during her hazy consciousness in the Sacred Spring, Yumo bit her lip in turmoil, hard enough to draw blood.

That day,

Everything she saw in her dream was so ethereal, yet so real.

Although uncertain if those scenes were indeed her dreams, the goddess’s words still haunted Yumo like a nightmare.

Yumo harbored extremely complex and conflicted feelings towards the goddess.

On one hand, the goddess was her savior, having rescued her from endless darkness, giving her a new life, and a new purpose. From this perspective, Yumo felt gratitude. The goddess was her benefactor.

On the other hand, as a mother, Yumo felt intense anger towards the goddess for harming her daughter and planning to use all her children as expendable entities in trials.

Indeed, Yumo was clear about her purpose in this world: to assist in the trials. This was her reason for existence, the goddess’s intention for saving her.

For various reasons, Yumo had cooperated with the trials, always pushing them forward.

However, after learning that the Church’s higher-ups were aware of the trials, Yumo fell into unprecedented turmoil. If they knew about such a secret matter, they might also know about her children and the Black Rose family.

In such a case, without her presence in this world, her children would not be able to enjoy the peaceful life she had envisioned, but would become targets for annihilation.

Yumo couldn’t accept such a future.

Therefore,

She no longer intended to assist with the trial plans; she wanted to break free and live as she wished.

However,

Yumo had to consider a very serious question.

If she stopped participating in the trials, what would the goddess do?

Remember, Youlan had been weakened by the goddess for overstepping her bounds. If Yumo defied the goddess, would she personally intervene? What would happen to her and her children then?

Although Yumo possessed one of the most powerful forces in the world, she didn’t believe she could stand against the goddess, a being capable of defeating even demons. Yumo was, after all, just a construct made from the remnants of a demon’s power.

Opposing the goddess might be akin to a futile effort...

Yet,

She didn’t want to put her children in danger.

’What should I do?’

The black-haired girl sighed helplessly, caught in a state of confusion. The path ahead was unclear, and she didn’t know which way to turn.

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"Milady, Lady Yumo? Are you alright?"

Seeing that Yumo hadn’t responded for a while, Sebastian’s concerned inquiry once again came through the communication magic stone, accompanied by Yuan’er’s constant tugging at her skirt. Yumo was pulled back to reality from her deep thoughts.

The girl with bright eyes silently looked down at the magic stone in her palm, emitting a faint blue light:

"Don’t worry about me, I’m fine."

"Then, Lady Yumo, does Miss Mengxi need me to escort her to the living room?"

"No, that’s not necessary."

"No? Are you sure? Then you..."

"Just tell her I’m not available today and can’t meet her. Let her leave for now."

"Eh?"