Abyssal Chronicles-Chapter 1039: The Sound of Wailing

Holy Maiden?

Divine Law?

Foreign invaders?

Hmm...

What’s all this about? This world really seems different from what I remember. Holy Maiden... is he talking about Mengxi’s mother?

Must be, right?

Yumo glanced at her handcuffed wrists, watching the stern-faced Satoru before her. His words left her feeling a complicated mix of emotions.

Still, being the Abyssal Lord who’d seen it all, she took a deep breath and quickly composed herself. She turned curiously to the serious police chief who seemed to be her old friend ’Sato.’

"How did you find me?"

Satoru met her gaze steadily, completely unmoved by her striking beauty.

"Simple enough. A sixteen-year-old girl, an eight-year-old blonde child, a husky, and a bird bursting out of a spatial rift - you lot stuck out like a sore thumb. Did you really think a change of clothes and some basic disguises would fool us? Take us for idiots?"

"..."

"Besides, one sweep of the street cameras showed you had no IDs. People without IDs are pretty rare these days. Kind of hard to miss you."

"Oh dear~..." Yumo shook her head with a self-mocking smile. "I should’ve hidden better."

"Wouldn’t have helped. We’d have found you anyway."

"Oh really?"

"Of course."

"Can I ask something?"

Yumo raised an eyebrow, flashing a sweet, polite smile.

"Go ahead."

"Since you’ve confirmed I’m some alien visitor, you just come to arrest me like this? Aren’t you afraid I’ll resist? And... are you really that confident that just a few of you can beat me? Capture me?"

Satoru shook his head honestly.

"We weren’t confident before."

"Before?"

"Yes. Against beings like you who can cross spatial rifts, our strength is pathetic. We couldn’t handle you head-on. That’s why we waited after discovering your identity, looking for a chance to get these Soul-Binding Cuffs on you."

"Soul-Binding Cuffs?"

"Those on your wrists. The materials and crafting techniques came from the Holy Maiden herself. Once they’re on, your power drops dramatically. Considering how you easily knocked aside that armored truck, you’re probably level seven, maybe even eight. So I specifically brought out these blessed cuffs. Now you’re completely powerless."

"Is that so?"

Yumo glanced at the heavy black cuffs, letting panic flash across her face. She made a show of struggling helplessly against the restraints.

Watching the seemingly powerless girl, Satoru smirked smugly.

Heh, looks like this outsider underestimates humans just like the others.

Still, thanks for being so careless - made it easy to get these cuffs on you.

"Given the situation, just come quietly... Though I must say, your english is quite good for an alien."

"Why~ thank you~"

"Hmph."

Satoru yanked roughly on the chain, showing no gentlemanly consideration as he tried dragging the dark-haired girl away.

"Ow, that hurts..." Yumo let out a pained whimper.

Oh well, might as well go along with it.

Yumo made her decision. Breaking these cuffs wouldn’t be hard, but the runes Maya placed on them meant she’d need to use some Shadow Power to break free. Considering most people in her homeland were ordinary folks without magic or battle energy, they’d be defenseless against Shadow Power. Even a trace of it could cause devastating damage.

So Yumo didn’t want to make trouble, especially in such a crowded area.

Besides, she’d finally returned home.

Getting slapped with a five-star wanted notice would be ridiculous! Though this situation was pretty ridiculous too.

Outside the security door, Youlan, also wearing Soul-Binding Cuffs, watched her seemingly fragile mother with a resigned pout. Then another plainclothes officer hoisted her up and carried her toward the police car.

However, not all of Yumo’s children were as perceptive as Youlan about their mother’s thoughts.

Take the little white wolf, for example.

Hearing Yumo’s pained cry, Limo’s face darkened instantly. She broke free from the plainclothes officer’s grip! Amid the security door’s alarms, she charged at Satoru, baring her fangs fiercely.

"Grrrr!!"

Little Limo looked ready to pounce and tear into him.

However, worried about Limo going on a rampage in human society, the ever-prudent Yumo had already suppressed her power. So instead of transforming into her massive, bloodthirsty Demon form like before, Limo remained in his fluffy white adorable pet appearance.

This adorable appearance naturally couldn’t intimidate anyone. Looking at the little white wolf, Satoru couldn’t help but smirk condescendingly.

"Ah, trying to protect your master, pet?"

"Arooo!!"

"Admirable courage. But with your master captured, what can you possibly do? Besides, as an alien pet, we’ll need to detain you too to prevent species invasion." Before he finished speaking, Satoru quickly grabbed the white wolf, holding her against his chest. He completely dismissed its struggles.

"Really now, let’s get moving... we’ve wasted enough time."

"Hey, officer."

"What is it?"

While dragging Yumo toward the police car, Satoru asked warily.

"I’d advise against any funny business."

"I’m not planning anything. I just want to warn you about something."

"Warn me?"

Satoru stopped walking and turned to face Yumo, asking puzzled: "What do you want to say?"

Pointing at the fierce-looking white wolf in Satoru’s arms, Yumo warned: "You’d better let go of that child. Even with their power suppressed, they’re still dangerous... especially when held by someone with magic like you. Watch out for bites~"

"Magic? You mean spiritual energy? Heh, no need to worry about that."

Satoru chuckled confidently: "I’m not so weak that a little pet could hurt me. Besides, I’m wearing special titanium alloy armor. Bite me? This little one must not want their teeth anymore." As he spoke, Satoru eagerly raised his hand, seemingly wanting to show off his supposedly impenetrable armored glove to Yumo.

However, halfway through the motion, Satoru’s brow suddenly furrowed. His hand felt oddly strange.

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"Hm?"

Confused, he slowly looked down at his right hand holding the white wolf.

Then he discovered an awkward problem.

As he expected, the protective pet had indeed bitten him, bitten his hand.

What he hadn’t expected was that his supposedly indestructible, trusted armored glove had... shattered like potato chips.

His armor, under the seemingly cute nibbling of the little white wolf?

Had completely crumbled to pieces?!

Fragments scattered everywhere as blood sprayed out, creating a brutal scene that left Satoru shocked.

"Eh???"

After freezing for several seconds, intense pain suddenly shot through Satoru’s head.

Then...

"AAAAHHHHHHH!!!! MY RIGHT HAND!!!! MY POWER AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!"

All his previous dignified appearance vanished.

Under everyone’s dumbfounded stares,

The pain-stricken Satoru immediately released the white wolf, dropped Yumo’s chain, and clutched his bleeding right hand while rolling frantically back and forth on the ground... His ghost-like wailing echoed throughout the entire subway station.

Countless plainclothes officers watched with expressions that questioned their life choices.

Watching Satoru howl in agony, Yumo’s lips curved into a slight smile.

Such a goofy guy,

This must be,

The real Sato after all~