Abyssal Chronicles-Chapter 1052: The Invitation

Three days later, outside Satoru’s apartment, a couple in their late forties stood side by side. They were none other than Fanzi and Yela, Yumo’s parent.

After receiving Satoru’s invitation, the couple had found time to come. However, they both couldn’t help feeling a bit puzzled about the unexpected invite.

They had a good impression of Satoru, Yumo’s childhood friend. After all, he visited their son every year without fail and often came to see them. To them, Satoru was more like a godson. In some ways, they were grateful their son had a friend like him.

But Satoru usually came to their home when initiating visits. Asking them to come to his apartment, along with his serious tone over the phone about a big matter, was unusual and left the couple a bit unsettled.

"What’s that brat up to this time" Yela muttered, frowning slightly while holding her husband’s arm.

Fanzi chuckled but said nothing. Despite their curiosity, they trusted Satoru enough to come.

When they rang the doorbell, Satoru, dressed in casual loungewear, quickly answered the door. His face lit up with a bright, enthusiastic smile as he greeted them.

"Uncle, Auntie!! Welcome, welcome!! It’s been so long—please, come in!"

"Oh, we’re intruding, aren’t we?" Yela replied politely.

"No need to be so formal, Auntie! You and I are practically family. Come right in!" Satoru said, gesturing warmly.

Soon, with Satoru’s guidance, Fanzi and Yela were seated comfortably on the living room sofa. Satoru handed them steaming cups of tea he had prepared ahead of time.

As the warm tea spread through their bodies, driving away the chill of the winter air, both of them visibly relaxed, their expressions reflecting the newfound comfort.

Putting her cup gently on the coffee table, Yela, the more vocal of the two, fixed her gaze on the young man sitting across from her. She couldn’t help but think of her late son whenever she looked at him.

If Yumo had survived… wouldn’t he have grown into a dependable young man like Satoru?

Her thoughts brought a wave of melancholy, but Yela quickly brushed it aside, replacing it with a kind smile.

"Sato, why did you invite us over? Is something wrong?"

"Yes, and you even made it sound so serious over the phone," Fanzi chimed in, echoing his wife’s curiosity.

Satoru straightened his posture, setting his crossed hands on his knees as his expression turned from laid-back to serious. His eyes, previously casual and friendly, locked with the couple’s in a determined stare.

"Uncle, Auntie, there’s something important I need to tell you today."

"What… is it?" Yela asked, her curiosity now tinged with concern. Even Fanzi sat up straighter, his face reflecting his wife’s unease.

"It’s a big matter," Satoru admitted, his voice steady, "but before I explain, I need to tell you both something about the truths of this world."

"The truths of this world?" both of them repeated in unison, their confusion deepening.

"Yes."

Taking a deep breath, Satoru extended one hand in front of him, and in the next moment—

Whoosh!

The air around him rippled as his hand began to glow with a soft blue light.

This was energy.

A gentle surge of water-attribute spiritual energy formed in his palm, creating a mesmerizing glow that made the tea in their cups begin to float. Droplets of water hovered in midair, defying gravity, spinning slowly around his fingers like glittering pearls.

"W… what is this?!"

Fanzi shot out of his seat, his eyes wide with disbelief. Meanwhile, Yela gasped, covering her mouth in shock.

"Sato," Yela said cautiously, her voice trembling, "did you learn magic or something?"

Satoru chuckled softly. "Not at all, Auntie. This isn’t a magic show."

To prove his point, Satoru skillfully manipulated the water droplets, condensing them until they transformed into a small, shimmering water sprite that danced on Yela’s palm. The sprite’s warmth radiated through her skin, making her eyes widen even further as she stared at the adorable creature.

No, this wasn’t some cheap magician’s trick. It was far too intricate, far too alive to be anything but real.

"Then… what is it?" Yela finally whispered.

"This… is spiritual energy," Satoru explained, keeping the sprite twirling in his Auntie’s hand. "You could think of it as magic from movies or maybe akin to the Qi from those cultivation novels. Either way, what I’m showing you is real."

"Spiritual energy? Something like this actually exists?!" Fanzi muttered, cautiously poking the water sprite with one finger. Though awed, he still couldn’t fully process what he was seeing.

Satoru nodded. "Most people don’t know about it, Uncle. It’s normal for you to be surprised."

"Wait—if you’re saying that, then does that mean there are… other worlds too?"

"Yes."

Satoru leaned back slightly but kept his tone respectful. "This planet earth or the Famous name for it in outside world Blue Star, is part of a much larger cosmic system known as the Source Star Universe. Blue Star is just one of countless worlds under the control of divine beings. Beyond this planet lies a vast expanse filled with countless other beings, some humanlike, some not."

"…" Fanzi’s voice trembled with disbelief. "And we’ve gone fifty years without ever knowing about this?"

"That’s by design," Satoru replied calmly. "Most people aren’t meant to know. But today, I had to show you the truth… so you’ll understand what I need to tell you next."

With another wave of his hand, a blade of spiritual energy formed and instantly sliced a small section off the marble countertop in the corner of the room. The cut was so smooth it reflected the light like a mirror.

Fanzi and Yela exchanged wide-eyed glances, processing what they’d just seen. Even though their logical minds clung to skepticism, the undeniable reality of the shimmering water droplets and the energy blade made it impossible to dismiss.

After several moments of silence, Yela sighed deeply. "Fine. I believe you."

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"Really, Auntie?" Satoru’s face lit up with relief.

"Yes, we’ve watched you grow, Sato. You’re not the kind of person to joke about something like this. It’s shocking, yes, but… if you say it’s true, then we’ll trust you."

"That’s great!" Satoru looked almost giddy with excitement.

"But why now?" Yela’s tone grew serious again. "Why are you suddenly telling us all this?"

"It’s to prepare you," Satoru admitted, bowing his head slightly. "What I’m about to tell you next is even more incredible."

"Well, what is it?" Fanzi leaned forward, his voice steady but filled with anticipation.

Taking a deep breath, Satoru lowered his eyes and finally said it.

"Actually… Yumo is back."

"Yumo is back, isn’t he?" Yela interrupted calmly, her voice startling Satoru mid-sentence.

"Exactly! He’s…. huh?! Wait…. what?! Auntie, what did you just say?"

Satoru blinked rapidly, his mind in utter chaos as he looked at her in disbelief.

"I said, Yumo is back," Yela repeated, resting her chin on her hand as her gaze drifted toward the far corner of the room.

"W-wait, Auntie, how do you know that?!" Satoru stammered, still struggling to wrap his head around her words.

Yela merely smiled softly, her expression both warm and peaceful. "Someone told me about Yumo."

"Someone? Who?!"

Although his confusion only deepened, Yela didn’t feel the need to explain further. Instead, her gentle, hopeful gaze shifted to a particular spot behind Satoru.

"Now, why are you hiding, Yumo? Aren’t you going to come out and say hello to us?"