Abyssal Chronicles-Chapter 1041: Someone’s Really Done It Now

Black-haired girl? Blonde little girl?

Plus a dog and a bird?

Uh...

Satoru felt chills run down his spine, his whole body trembling. He slowly turned to look at the black-haired girl across from him.

No way...

It couldn’t be such a coincidence, right?

Watching the girl pout adorably, Satoru shook his head, rejecting his suspicions.

What am I thinking!

Coincidences like that don’t happen.

Besides, An Abyssal Lord? How could such a terrifying being be this teenage girl? If she were really an Abyssal Lord, would the Holy Maiden even allow her into Earth?

If she were really an Abyssal Lord, would she let me handcuff her? Wouldn’t she have already unleashed chaos and destruction?

So...

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Satoru convinced himself, trusting his years of experience.

He felt completely confident in his judgment.

But just then, the interrogation room door opened slowly as a young officer wearing glasses entered and approached Satoru.

"Captain, the report’s ready."

"Hm? Report?"

Taking the report from the bespectacled man, Satoru frowned puzzled:

"Why are you delivering this? Where’s Deping from Investigation?"

"Him?"

Recalling what he’d seen passing the investigation room, the glasses-wearing man looked confused:

"He seemed to suddenly lose his soul and rushed out... don’t know what for, running so fast... I saw this report left on his desk, so I brought it to you."

"Uh... he ran away?"

Hearing this, Satoru’s eyebrow twitched.

Vaguely, he had an ominous feeling.

Glancing at the black-haired girl, then at the encrypted report in his hand, Satoru slowly swallowed.

Next moment, With an inexplicable unease, he slowly entered the unlock code and removed the report’s protective film.

Then, as the words on the report met his eyes.

Satoru froze.

? ? ? ? ? ? ! ! ! ! ! !

This, This can’t be right?

Right there, In bold letters on the report:

[Power Level: Approximately 52.3 Million]

Satoru fell silent, stuffing the report back in its folder, then slowly pulling it out again... then putting it back, pulling it out...

After repeating this five times, Satoru finally accepted it.

He wasn’t seeing things.

Ah,

These,

These numbers?

Seriously?

Beings reaching millions in power level were invariably legendary ninth-level experts. And 52 million? That’s rare even among peak ninth-level beings!

This girl?! Peak level 9?!

Satoru suddenly questioned everything he knew.

Well, In a way, bringing a peak level 9 being to the police station might be the pinnacle of his career. If she wanted to break out, their group with less than 10,000 combined power level trying to stop her... might be slightly difficult.

Though seeing this part of the report scared him witless, Satoru could somewhat maintain his composure. After all, such a supreme being probably... wouldn’t bother with a small fry like him, right?

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"Probably not, right?"

Satoru kept reassuring himself.

However, when he saw the next line after the power level, Satoru completely lost it.

"M-marker? N-negative??!"

Satoru sucked in a sharp breath.

Negative? A negative power level marker?!

This could only mean one thing!

That this black-haired girl didn’t possess spiritual power like them, but its complete opposite... the terrifying power from the outer realms,

Shadow Power.

In other words,

This girl wasn’t just any peak level 9! She was a f*cking Abyssal Lord?!!

"HOLY SHIT!!!! Don’t tell me she’s the Abyssal Lord from the Red Alert?!! Did I just bring an Abyssal Lord back here?! FUUUUUUCK!!!"

A hysterical scream erupted in Satoru’s mind.

Realizing this, an indescribable fear and panic spread rapidly through Satoru’s heart, like an icy current flowing through his body. He forced himself to swallow, trying to ease his dry throat.

The report’s results hit like an invisible hammer to his heart.

He saw not just the report’s conclusion, but the potentially catastrophic consequences it implied.

Faced with this unexpected information, Satoru’s face turned pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead. His eyes revealed indescribable anxiety. Though he tried controlling his emotions, his clenched jaw and trembling fingers betrayed his panic.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why Deping from Investigation had uncharacteristically run off without a trace.

"Damn, that dog sure ran fast..."

An Abyssal Lord was different from ordinary level 9.

They were synonymous with bloodthirsty brutality.

Though this black-haired girl looked delicate and weak, that must just be a false disguise.

Hidden beneath that beautiful exterior must be a savage heart.

Arrested an Abyssal Lord,

It’s over,

GG,

What to do? What to do what to do what to do...

However, though Satoru’s inner world had turned to complete chaos, he had to maintain his composure, forcefully suppressing his anxious heart. He knew at this crucial moment, he couldn’t show any fear.

This Abyssal Lord must have ulterior motives,

Disguising herself as an ordinary girl for some special purpose.

If she realizes I’ve seen through her identity, she’ll definitely kill everyone here.

Must, Find a way, to leave first!

Find a chance! report this to the Holy Maiden! Only she can handle an enemy like this!

Thinking this, Satoru took a deep breath, trying to hide his inner chaos beneath a calm exterior. He wiped his forehead lightly, as if erasing all anxiety.

"What’s wrong? What did the report say, Captain?"

Mizuki asked curiously.

"N-nothing."

Satoru smiled weakly, shaking his head:

"Ah, just that Deping’s so unreliable, the report’s all jumbled, complete gibberish! Haha, hahaha! So... I’ll go find him to discuss this!... And here... I’ll leave it to you guys!!"

With that, Satoru immediately stood up, striding quickly toward the interrogation room door.

His intention was clear,

Just get the f*ck out of here first!!!

However, just as Satoru desperately tried to escape, rushing forward, about to burst through the door, a sudden white figure blocked his path.

"Eek?!!"

Looking up trembling, Satoru felt his heart turn to ash.

Before him stood a massive snow-white wolf,

Its body towering and majestic, covered in snow-white fur, fangs sharp as blades, each strand of fur like an exquisitely carved artwork gleaming with a faint silver light.

The wolf’s crimson eyes were deep and piercing, filled with coldness and ferocity, and a bone-chilling brutality. The drool between its fangs glinted like steel, revealing a fierce hunting instinct. Low growls rumbled from its nostrils like howls from hell’s abyss, chilling one’s heart.

More importantly,

The aura emanating from the giant wolf was like an abyss of despair, crushing Satoru until he could barely breathe, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

This,

This wolf?!!

Was that little dog from before?!!

"Grrrr..."

The growling giant wolf stepped closer to Satoru, forcing the Special Forces Captain to stumble backward. Satoru could clearly feel how irresistible the wolf’s power was - if it wanted, he’d be reduced to minced meat in seconds.

Under extreme fear, Satoru’s rationality rapidly drained away.

Helplessly, he instinctively called to his companions:

"Mizuki!! Quick, help... huh?"

Then, when Satoru turned to look behind him, he found his colleagues had already fainted, eyes rolled back, tongues hanging out, foaming at the mouth... passed out in an utterly ridiculous manner.

And above each of their heads... perched an eerie blood butterfly.

At this moment, the despairing Satoru turned his terrified gaze to the black-haired girl, who leaned back in her chair with a devilish smile.

"What, what! What do you want?!"

"No need to be so tense."

Yumo said helplessly:

"I told you, I’m Yumo, your buddy. I won’t hurt you."

"No, impossible, you! You’re still trying to deceive me?!"

Looking at Satoru’s vigilant and fearful eyes, Yumo felt exhausted.

"Come on, you’ve figured out I’m an Abyssal Lord, right? Do you think I, a mighty Abyssal Lord, need to lie about this?"

"Eh? that..."

That makes sense...

For a moment, confusion flickered through Satoru’s terrified expression.

"You, you’re really, really Yumo?"

"Yep~"

Yumo rested her chin on her hand, smirking playfully.