Abyss System The Rise of the Lord-Chapter 54 to explore village

The elder’s wife entered another room and took out several clothes from a chest. She handed them to Zaber carefully, her tone filled with gentleness.

"You can wear these," she said. Then she gestured with her hand toward the room beside them. "You can change your clothes in there."

Zaber nodded calmly.

"Thank you, madam."

He took the clothes and entered the indicated room. The room was small but orderly: wooden walls, a chest in the corner, an old rug spread on the floor. Zaber tried the clothes on himself.

"They are a bit large..." he said in a low voice.

He examined the clothes carefully.

"Not new, but very clean."

X smiled from the side.

"Yes, this woman takes good care of her husband."

Zaber replied in a cold tone while undressing:

"Mind your own business. We have no time to discuss husband-wife relationships."

He changed his clothes and went out.

The elder’s wife saw him and smiled.

"Zaber, can you watch my daughter for a while? Just a little bit?" she said in a sincere tone.

Zaber looked at the little girl.

"Yes, madam."

He lifted the girl by her armpit. The girl was around three or four years old, her eyes large, her face still carrying the innocence typical of children.

"What is your name, little one?" Zaber asked.

The girl did not speak, looking at her mother. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The elder’s wife turned to her daughter:

"Don’t be afraid, tell your big brother your name," she said with a smile.

The girl suddenly stretched her arms toward her mother and began crying.

Zaber looked at the woman.

"Madam, would you mind if I take your daughter around the village?"

"No, not at all," the woman said. "You can also stroll around the village."

Zaber nodded and went outside. Passing several huts, he walked slowly through the village. The little girl was still crying.

Zaber stopped for a moment. He directed his killing intent straight at her, staring into the girl’s eyes. The girl flinched, her voice suddenly cut off, her body stiffening from fear.

Zaber immediately smiled and lightly pinched her cheek.

"Smart little girl," he said.

Then he continued on his way.

His eyes fell on the children gathered and playing at the edge of the village. The elder’s son was among them. Zaber approached them.

"What are you playing, children?"

The children looked at Zaber. The smaller ones got scared, while the older ones stepped forward and spoke with joy:

"Hello, big brother! Will you play with us?"

They pulled Zaber by the hand. Zaber did not resist and joined them.

"What game is this?"

The children showed him a small stone wrapped in cloth placed on the ground.

"Big brother, whoever kicks this stone the most times without letting it fall to the ground wins."

Zaber took the stone and looked at the children.

"What is your record?"

One of them stepped forward.

"I have kicked the most. Sixteen times."

Zaber smiled lightly.

"Sorry, little one. Starting today, you will no longer be the best."

That boy frowned in dissatisfaction.

"I am not a little one! I am already ten years old. I am a grown-up!"

Zaber was surprised inside.

"He is five years older than me," he thought.

He handed the little girl he was holding to one of the children.

"Hold her."

The boy took the girl and felt her body trembling.

"Big brother, what happened to the elder’s daughter? Her body is shaking."

Zaber answered indifferently:

"She caught a little cold. But if she sits in the sun, she will recover quickly. Her mother said so."

Hearing this, the boy took the girl to a place where the sun shone well and sat her down.

Zaber began kicking the stone. In the first two attempts, he could not kick more than five times. The children looked at each other and laughed.

Zaber’s face became serious. He expanded his mana senses to a ten-meter radius.

This time, he kicked the stone very easily. The children froze in amazement.

Zaber kicked twenty-five times and then deliberately let the stone fall.

"This is not interesting," he thought.

He played with the children until sunset, strolling around the village. When the sun approached the horizon, he returned to the elder’s house.

The elder’s wife was waiting in front of the house.

As Zaber handed the girl to her mother, he said in a hurried tone:

"Madam, I think your daughter caught a cold. Her body started shaking earlier. Not knowing what to do, I hurried back to you. Forgive me."

The elder’s wife answered in a calm voice:

"Do not worry, guest. She will recover in a few days."

She said this and led them inside.

When Zaber entered, his eyes fell on a modest, simple tablecloth. The tablecloth spread on the floor had no food yet, only bread and a few simple items used in daily life. There was no decoration, no excess luxury—this house was simple but orderly living.

The elder’s wife took her daughter in her arms: "Guest, please sit," she said and went to another room to change her daughter’s clothes.

Zaber sat at the tablecloth. He looked around carefully. Walls, wooden floor, ceiling—all simple, no complicated or beautiful things. But in this simplicity, there was something—peace.

After a while, the elder himself entered, along with his son who appeared to be around nine years old. They also sat at the tablecloth.

"My dear, I am here, serve the food," the elder said.

The woman’s voice came from the kitchen: "Yes, my dear."

The elder observed Zaber carefully: "Zaber, earlier you said ’monsters attacked’... can you tell me about it?"

Zaber looked at him and remained silent for a moment. The air in the room seemed to grow heavy for an instant.

At that moment, the elder’s wife entered: "Leave it, my dear, don’t torment the guest. It is not easy for him."

Zaber looked at her calmly: "It is fine, madam."

The elder added: "If it is difficult for you, you do not have to tell. I just wanted to know if it poses a danger to the village or not, that is all."

Zaber thought and answered: "It will not harm the village, sir. It was deep in the forest. I walked a lot."

The elder relaxed lightly: "Yes, is that so... I am glad there is no danger," he said and began drinking the soup.

Zaber looked at the bowl. Seeing no meat, he stared for a moment, then began eating without saying anything. The woman, noticing this, felt a bit embarrassed: "Forgive me, guest... our village is not rich, so..."

Zaber looked at her: "There is no need to be embarrassed. Having meat or not is not a shortcoming, and it is not your fault either. The important thing is—you are living in peace."

These words made the elder and his wife’s hearts tremble. The woman’s eyes moistened a little. "Zaber, hearing that your guards perished, we thought you were an arrogant noble... but you are very polite and calm."

Zaber held the spoon: "I am simply treating you as you treat me," he said.

The woman smiled and continued eating. The daughter sitting beside her watched Zaber and hid behind her mother.

Zaber stared at her: "I had heard that children sense evil... I think it is true," he thought to himself and continued his meal.

After the meal, the woman cleared the tablecloth and took her two children to the adjacent room. In the eating room, a place was prepared for Zaber and the husband.

Zaber lay down on the place and stared at the ceiling.

There are resources here. But sacrificing such a kind family... it is a bit unfair. But the world is like that. Either you eat—or you are eaten.

At that moment, the elder stood up and headed outside. Zaber also stood up: "Where are you going, sir?" he said.

The elder looked at him: "To drive away the small animals so they do not harm the crops before sleeping. I will return in a few hours," he said and went out.

Zaber stared at the door. His eyes grew cold. "I think... I should start too. The entire village will be my resource," he stood up.

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