Abyssal Chronicles-Chapter 1051: The Virtuous Girl

In the heart of Skina City,

At a towering Building,

Satoru dragged his sleep-deprived, exhausted body forward, forcing himself to take one step after another as he entered the lobby and stumbled into the elevator.

Though his face screamed exhaustion, his spirit refused to relax even for a moment. As the elevator shot upward at high speed, Satoru found himself gazing out at the city’s skyline through the glass panels, his mind circling back to the conversation he’d had with his mentor, Guano, the night before.

A large-scale Abyssal Demon gathering?

In such an emergency, as a level 5 ability user, it seemed inevitable for him to prepare and report to the Heavenly Defense Corps.

"Am I seriously gonna face a swarm of Abyssal Demons? Damn, I’m already feeling shaky…" He clutched his chest, muttering anxiously to himself.

And beyond that, because Blue Star was so close to the rift’s eastern edge—the very epicenter of the Abyssal gathering—it seemed the higher-ups were planning population transfers. If such massive evacuations were really put into motion, how could they possibly calm the clueless civilians? Not to mention, how would they even manage to relocate so many people?

Imagining the mountain of tasks piling up in his head, Satoru felt an overwhelming urge to cry but no tears came.

"Fuck those Abyssal Demons! Why the hell do they have to gather like that? Seriously, have they gone mad or something?!"

Still cursing under his breath, Satoru finally reached his apartment door. And then, the reality of an even bigger headache hit him.

Right. There’s someone far tougher to deal with inside my home...

That someone was none other than the leader of the Abyssal Demons.

The Abyssal Lord.

…

"Are—are you kidding me?"

"It’s the truth, Master. Why would I lie to you about this?"

"This... I mean, well, fine. Let me see if I can get in touch with the Holy Maiden first. Until then, just keep that... person calm, alright?"

"Master, don’t stress out too much. She’s, uh, like my bro! Harmless, I swear! Won’t cause any trouble."

"That’s just surface-level, damn it! Do you even realize who we’re talking about here? She’s the Abyssal Lord! If we screw up even slightly and tick her off, she could destroy all of Blue Star! Take this seriously, will you?!"

…

Recalling the heated exchange with his mentor, Satoru let out a long, helpless sigh. In a way, his master wasn’t wrong.

Sure, Yumo might look like a ditsy, goofy girl, but at her core, she was still a walking doomsday device—one that could obliterate the world at any moment. Yeah... better tread lightly.

From the kitchen came the lively sounds of cooking—oil sizzling, pots clanging gently against stoves, knives rhythmically chopping away—the noises weaving together into a symphony of culinary artistry. A black-haired girl was focused entirely on her cooking, as if she and the kitchen were an extension of each other, and in this flavorful world, she was the undisputed leading star.

The rich aroma of delicious food filled the air, making it impossible not to drool.

"W-what? Is she cooking?"

After standing there, stunned for a few seconds, Satoru finally snapped out of it and muttered to himself.

In response, Yumo who had just plated a batch of pastries, shot him a playful, scornful glare.

"Isn’t it obvious?"

"Ah, yeah, I guess…"

Scratching his head awkwardly, Satoru trailed off.

Oh, right—I’d almost forgotten; He…. She’s been a genius cook ever since she was a kid. But still… the Abyssal Lord cooking in a kitchen? Come on, who’d believe that if I told them? They’d think I was out of my mind!

"What are you standing there for? It’s almost noon. Come eat, Sato. You must be exhausted."

Yumo carried the food to the dining table, her voice laced with casual warmth. Hearing it, Satoru relaxed and cracked a smile.

"Yeah, I’m feeling pretty hungry."

Eating food cooked by the Abyssal Lord herself? What a surreal experience.

While grumbling inwardly, Satoru shifted his gaze to the table and froze in place. His eyes blinked rapidly, his mind briefly going blank.

Before him was an extravagant feast.

The dishes covering the table were dazzling in their perfection, each one more mouthwatering than the last. A platter of golden, crispy spring rolls, their soft filling oozing with tenderness. Aromatic braised pork paired with fluffy, perfectly steamed rice. A refreshing plate of chilled noodles bursting with flavor. There was even a bowl of vibrant green salad, crisp and refreshing. And let’s not forget the sizzling dry pot dishes, whose tantalizing aroma alone was enough to make anyone’s stomach growl.

But Yumo’s culinary skills weren’t limited to eastern dishes either—there were western delights too. A perfectly browned pizza, creamy French mushroom soup, tender and juicy steak, and even a sweet, fragrant fruit tart—all lined up like a dream come true.

Even someone like Satoru, who wasn’t much of a foodie, found himself tearing up inside as his stomach growled in betrayal.

At the table, his wife, Yuki, was already seated, holding a fork in one hand and chopsticks in the other, eager to dig in. Her cheerful voice cut through his daze.

"Hurry, hurry, let’s eat!"

For a second, Satoru didn’t know how to respond to her enthusiasm.

But what really left him speechless wasn’t the feast or even his wife. It was the two unfamiliar faces seated at the table.

Right there, next to the honey-haired loli, sat two other adorable girls who seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

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One of them had snow-white hair, her wolf-like ears twitching slightly atop her head. Her pale, delicate skin highlighted her innocent, almost ethereal appearance. Her crimson eyes sparkled with excitement as she stared at the food, her expression brimming with mischief and pure longing.

Drool was already dripping from her lips as her wolf ears flickered adorably, showing just how badly she wanted to dive into the meal.

The sight was simultaneously cute and... a bit overwhelming.

Sitting beside the wolf girl was a smaller girl with silvery-gray hair, her demeanor calm and composed. The gray locks draped gently over her shoulders like strands of silver, exuding a faint air of mystery. Her emerald-green eyes shimmered with innocence and childlike curiosity, yet her poised mannerisms carried an elegance that felt far beyond her apparent age. Dressed in a simple, tasteful outfit, the girl’s mature and tranquil aura stood in stark contrast to the playful energy of the wolf girl.

"Who… are they?"

Satoru stared at the two unexpected little girls in his home, utterly baffled.

But as the pieces started fitting together, recalling something Yumo had mentioned to him the night before, realization dawned on him.

"Wait... are they—?"

"Yup! My daughters!"

Yumo grinned smugly as she jumped in, clearly excited to introduce her two prized treasures to her good friend.

"The one with wolfy ears is Limo, and the petite, adorable one is Liyu. After getting clothes sorted out with miss Yuki’s help earlier today, those two finally managed to take on human forms."

As she spoke, Yumo waved at the two little ones.

"Come here, Limo, Liyu. Say hi to Uncle Sato."

At her call, the two girls turned their gaze toward Satoru and, with perfectly synchronized voices laced with cuteness, chirped,

"Hello, Uncle~!"

Whoa, so polite… and so kawaiiiii!

For a moment, Satoru’s heart practically burst with joy.

As Yumo headed back to the kitchen to fetch another dish, Satoru casually walked up and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, speaking in a tone tinged with envy.

"Damn, bro, your life is way too good. You already had one precious little daughter, and now there’re two more of these ridiculously cute ones? Jeez, you’ve got it all figured out, huh?"

"Ha! Of course! My daughters are my pride and joy, like warm little jackets for my soul. Look how cute they are!"

Yumo cast a proud, almost smug glance at him, her tone dripping with satisfaction.

Satoru nodded in agreement, though his face quickly morphed into a look of mild jealousy as he turned to glance at the three little ones at the dining table.

"Yeah, they really are… huh?"

However, just as he was mid-sentence, the words suddenly got stuck in his throat.

Because right before his eyes, the three little "angels" he’d just been admiring had shifted their expressions entirely. Gone was the innocent, sweet charm—they now wore ferocious, menacing looks that sent chills down his spine. The cold gleam in their eyes was enough to make Satoru’s hairs stand on end, as if they were silently warning him that if he stepped out of line, they wouldn’t hesitate to tear him apart.

"???"

Wait, WHAT?

Under Satoru’s bewildered and slightly terrified gaze, the girl named Liyu slowly lifted a hand, pointed at the arm he had draped over Yumo’s shoulders, and then made a deliberate throat-slitting gesture.

—"Take that hand off, or I’ll castrate you."—

Though no words were spoken, the meaning hammered into his skull loud and clear.

Satoru jolted in place, a shiver running down his spine. The little one was clearly issuing a warning: Don’t you dare touch our mom!

Feeling the icy malice radiating from that tiny face, Satoru suddenly realized something deeply unsettling. These girls, for all their outward adorableness, were genuine Abyssal beings.

And the fact that they could not only maintain human forms but also remain so levelheaded… meant they weren’t ordinary Abyssal Demons, either.

Satoru sucked in a sharp breath.

Crap.

Now that he thought about it… he really shouldn’t mess with any of them.

"What’s wrong?"

Yumo’s voice snapped him back as she turned toward her friend, puzzled by his sudden silence.

As she glanced back at the three little ones sitting at the table, they immediately wiped the menacing looks off their faces and replaced them with their usual sweet, innocent smiles. The speed at which they switched expressions left Satoru utterly dumbfounded.

What the hell?!

"They’re my daughters. Why? Something wrong with them?" Yumo pressed, her tone laced with confusion.

"Ah..ha… N-no, nothing’s wrong!"

Satoru quickly withdrew his arm from around Yumo’s shoulders and forced a sheepish, awkward laugh.

Having realized these kids were nothing to mess with, Satoru decided to play it very safe.

"It’s just… your daughters are, uh, TOO cute! I can’t even find the right words to describe them, that’s all. Haha… yeah, don’t mind me!"

"Really? Hmm, something feels a bit off, though."

"No, no, you’re overthinking it!"

Desperate to divert Yumo’s attention, Satoru quickly changed the topic.

"Oh, by the way, there’s something else I need to tell you."

"Yeah? What is it?"

"I’ve already contacted your parents. They’ll be dropping by for a visit soon."

"...Dad and Mom…"

"You got a plan for how you’re gonna face them?"

"Hmm… guess I’ll have to think about it."

Yumo glanced at her reflection in a nearby mirror—a breathtakingly beautiful young woman stared back at her. The corner of her lips tugged up slightly, but the smile was tinged with bitterness.

"Now that I look like this… will they even be able to accept me?"

"Ah, c’mon, you’re overthinking it. That’s the problem with you—you’re always stuck in your own thoughts. So you turned into a girl, BIG DEAL! For all you know, your parents might actually prefer the new you! Heck, didn’t they used to joke about whether they should just snip-snip you back in the day?"

"…..?"