Abyss System The Rise of the Lord-Chapter 91 How powerful have bees become in their evolution?

Chapter 91: Chapter 91 How powerful have bees become in their evolution?

The city was quiet. The streets were paved with stone, and there were far fewer people in the early morning. A gentle, cool breeze carried an unusual sensation. The kitten followed his steps closely, never straying from his side.

Zaber walked calmly along the road, yet his gaze always encompassed everything around him. The city appeared different from this angle: lights spilled from windows, people inside moved about their tasks, and in some places faint whispers could be heard. This city was mysterious, yet every secret it held offered him a piece of information.

He crossed the streets until he finally reached the location of the Adventurers’ Guild. The guild building was not in the city center but tucked away at the end of a narrow alley, as though deliberately hidden from prying eyes. Yet it looked new and imposing. Above the entrance hung a sign—an equilateral triangle containing several intersecting slashes—an ancient emblem of the Adventurers’ Guild.

Zaber approached the gate. The iron lock was slightly rusted. He opened it and stepped inside. A long corridor stretched ahead, lined with weapon racks, armor stands, and various adventuring tools. One or two people were working on gear; others were selecting missions early in the morning or conversing quietly. Zaber cast a single glance around and left without drawing attention.

"I’ll come back later," he thought.

Next to the Adventurers’ Guild, Zaber entered a weapon shop. He wanted a scabbard for his sword: pitch black, one that would not reflect light even under direct illumination, one that would appear as mere shadow in daylight and become utterly invisible at night—compact and durable.

The craftsmen in the shop smiled at him. Zaber placed his sword on the counter. They examined it: its thickness, its weight. Then they began working on the scabbard. The sword was no ordinary weapon; that much was clear from its appearance alone. Zaber said little, but his movements carried caution and restrained power. When the scabbard was finished, he lifted it and tested it. Durability and compactness were perfect, yet he sensed some kind of energy within the blade.

Zaber took the black scabbard, satisfied, and tried to sheathe the sword—but it refused to enter. The craftsmen looked surprised.

One of them stepped forward and asked:

"This strange sword is rejecting the scabbard, isn’t it?"

Zaber, puzzled, asked:

"Does the sword choose its own scabbard?"

The craftsman pondered before answering:

"Not usually, but some do. The truly high-grade ones—starting from at least fifth tier."

Zaber looked at the blade.

"This isn’t even second-tier."

The craftsman examined the sword again and explained:

"It could be a high-grade weapon. Certain blades require specific conditions to reveal their true form and power. Perhaps yours is one of them."

Zaber wrapped the sword in cloth.

"If that’s the case, it would be good," he said, slinging the wrapped blade over his shoulder and leaving the workshop.

He wandered the city once more. The sun had set. The streets had quieted somewhat; lamps glowed softly. Eventually, he made his way back to the inn.

When he reached his room and noticed the door was ajar, his gaze sharpened.

"Who could have entered?" he murmured, peering inside.

Shoyu was sitting at the table. Below him stood Kilyan—they had been waiting for Zaber.

Zaber spoke in a displeased tone:

"Do not enter my room without permission."

Shoyu replied calmly:

"Is that important right now? More importantly, tell me what you intend to do. I’ll act accordingly."

Zaber answered in a cold voice:

"I don’t tell anyone my next move."

Shoyu stood slowly and walked toward the door. Kilyan followed.

In a soft tone, Shoyu said:

"Fine. Then finish the job quickly. I’m not a patient man."

Zaber, without looking at him, replied emotionlessly:

"Are you threatening me?"

Shoyu stepped out the door.

"This isn’t a threat. It’s a reminder to recognize me," he said, closing the door from outside.

Zaber removed the sword from his shoulder, dropped it to the floor, and thought:

"Does this bastard think he can do whatever he wants with me?"

He clenched his fist, sat on the bed, and picked up the papers left on the table. There was a city map and several pieces of information about the Merchants’ Guild. Beneath the Merchants’ Guild building was an underground structure—a basement-like area where slaves were reportedly kept. Information suggested that either slaves or a seal would be required—ideally both. At the bottom was a note in Shoyu’s handwriting: "Tomorrow at this time, meet at the restaurant in the city center."

Zaber read the note, then tossed it to the floor. Inwardly he thought:

"If I consume the souls of those slaves, how much stronger would I become?"

That night, Zaber pondered his future plans and gradually fell asleep. The kitten curled up on his stomach, forming a tight circle with its face toward him.

"What a strange boy..." the kitten thought.

Behind that face hides a ruthless nature... huuuuuf

But he is gentle with me. What do I care about the rest...

Early the next morning, before sunrise, Zaber awoke. He rose and looked out the window. Though the sun had not yet risen, the surroundings were already tinged with light. The city’s characteristic quiet yet living silence prevailed.

Zaber glanced at the beehive-shaped artifact on the table.

"They’ve been inside for almost a month... are they even alive?" he wondered.

He pursed his lips and let out a long, resonant whistle.

"Fuuuuuuuuu..."

The sound was low but clear. Moments later, movement stirred inside the hive. First one bee appeared, then several more.

"Vzzzz... vzvzzzzzz..."

The bees rose into the air and began circling Zaber. Three of them suddenly darted toward the kitten, as if to sting it.

Zaber watched them coolly, then slapped all three with a single motion of his hand.

"Greeting your master before you feed?" he said calmly.

The bees struck the table, recovered themselves, and stared at him. In the next moment, three more emerged from the hive. Now all of them hovered in disarray yet alert, watching Zaber.

He studied them carefully.

"Interesting... they’re not the same as before."

Black energy rose from their bodies like vapor, faint to the eye but perceptible.

Zaber pondered for a moment.

"Did my blood do this to them? If so... how painful would their stings be now? Even when they stung me before, the pain was excruciating despite my hardened body..."

He took the small, round iron box he had bought yesterday, opened the lid, and placed it on the table. Then he gestured to the bees.

"This is your new home. Get in," he said.

The bees stared as if they did not understand. Zaber reached out to guide one inside, but immediately withdrew his hand.

If they sting now, it would be bad in my current state, he thought.

He looked around and spotted a piece of leftover meat scrap from the night before that he had given the kitten. He placed it inside the box and waited. Soon the bees landed on it and began eating. While they fed, Zaber swiftly closed the lid.

He was about to slip the box into his pocket when a sound came from within.

"Griiiiyq..."

Zaber looked at the box in surprise. A bee stinger was piercing through the metal from the inside.

He sighed.

"Can’t you stay still for once?" he said.

In that instant, dark-red mixed energy flowed from Zaber’s body like invisible smoke. The air itself seemed to grow heavier.

The next moment, the stinger retreated back inside the box.

Zaber allowed a faint, unseen smile.

"You’re afraid of my intent to kill... still?" he said quietly.

After that, he tucked the box inside his clothing

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