Abyss System The Rise of the Lord-Chapter 60 city

Zaber was sitting in the chair.

The sun was quietly suspended above him, its rays falling directly on his body. The heat slowly warmed his skin, but he barely felt it. His breathing was steady, his heart beating calmly. His eyes were closed, but he was not asleep.

In this state, another hour and a half passed.

Time seemed stretched here, each minute shifting with heaviness.

Luna approached Zaber slowly, taking careful steps. She tried not to make a sound, as if even a slightly louder breath could shatter this silence.

She spoke in a gentle and low tone:

"Master... the food is ready."

Zaber did not open his eyes.

His voice came out low, but clear and commanding:

"Bring my food here. I want to eat alone."

Luna bowed her head. This gesture was not habitual; it was an inner caution.

"Yes, Master."

She retreated slowly without looking back.

After a while, she returned. In her hand was a bowl. Inside the bowl were pieces of meat—simple, but thoroughly cooked. She carefully placed the bowl in front of Zaber,

She said nothing.

To avoid disturbing him, she immediately retreated.

Kargal and Gobuto were sitting inside another hut on the other side. The inside of the hut was dim, cool, and not yet cleansed of the smell of death.

Luna joined them.

She looked at Kargal and began speaking in a low voice:

"What do you think happened here...? Approximately... more than two hundred people perished."

Kargal remained silent for a while. The images of those bodies—fallen, but without wounds—came to his mind.

"I do not know," he said slowly. "None of them have external injuries... But on most of their faces... fear is frozen. As if they saw something in their last moment."

Gobuto spoke from where he was sitting silently. His voice trembled; he tried to hide it, but could not:

"To bring them to this state... can you imagine how terrifying Master must have been...?"

At these words, Luna and Kargal involuntarily flinched. As if a cold wind had passed through their bodies.

Kargal began speaking again, his voice even lower:

"Master is very mysterious. We do not know what he is thinking... or what he is capable of... or even... who he really is."

Luna lowered her eyes. She hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"Did he not tell you his name? What race is our Master from?"

When Gobuto heard this question, his leg involuntarily trembled. In his memory, that cold gaze Zaber had given him revived. The pressure he felt in that moment... the threat...

He did not speak.

Luna put the spoon in her mouth and spoke again. There was a slight dissatisfaction in her tone:

"You are his servants... and you do not even know what race he is from?"

Kargal sighed deeply.

"At first... when he had horns, he resembled a demon. Now he looks like a human... but he is not a demon either. Because he lacks the aura typical of demons. He is not a dragon either... we have not seen him transform into a dragon shape, nor use power related to dragons."

After the words ended, a heavy silence settled between them.

No one knew for sure if Gobuto’s words were true or false. But no one found words to counter them either.

After lunch, the servants began gathering things. Necessary items, food, useful things were taken from the village.

At that time...

Zaber had also finished eating.

He was still sitting in the same chair, under the sun. His body was bathed in warm rays, his face calm. His long white smooth hair fluttered in the wind.

His eyes closed.

But he was awake.

And this wakefulness—was the most dangerous state for everything around.

His breathing even, his heart beating calmly.

But his mind was not calm.

He remembered his friend. Rion.

The words rang inside, voiceless but clear—as if bursting from the depths of his heart:

I thought you hid from me the day you came to my side..... My garden mornings did not dawn from the day you left. I sealed the pain in my heart.

I am no longer a friend. I will not allow the painful feelings called closeness. I cut it from my heart—I will not take it again.

I will no longer be deceived by words. I have changed now, I am not him. I am no longer pleased with smiles. I have stopped laughing at the world’s affairs...

These lines were spoken in his heart. They did not reach his tongue, but remained sealed inside. There was no pain. Only cold memory.

At that moment, footsteps were heard.

Zaber sensed it.

He opened his eyes.

Gobuto was standing in front of him. He was more cautious than usual, placing his steps slowly, trying not to make a sound.

Zaber looked at him and asked in a calm tone:

"Are we ready to leave?"

Gobuto nodded.

"Yes, Master," he said shortly and clearly.

Zaber stood from the chair. His movement was not heavy, but resolute. He headed toward the village head.

At the village exit, Luna and Kargal were waiting. Seeing Zaber, they silently fell in beside him. No one looked back or glanced at the village one more time.

They set out on the road.

In the day’s heat, Zaber and his servants walked another half day. They left the village as it was—they did not burn it, destroy it, or leave a mark. It remained a dead memory.

After a half-day walk, a city began to appear on the horizon.

The walls were not high, but clearly drawn. Towers, roofs, dusty roads—signs of life were there.

Zaber stopped.

He turned to Luna:

"What is the city called?"

Luna answered in a calm, confident tone:

"This city is called Idal, Master. I have heard it has approximately thirty thousand inhabitants."

Zaber looked at the city. His gaze was distant, as if calculating.

"So it is a small city," he said.

Luna took a step forward:

"I have only been in this city," she said. "I cannot compare it to other cities."

Zaber remained silent for a while.

Then, as if reaching a firm decision, he said:

"I will enter alone."

The servants looked at each other.

Zaber continued:

"A human city will not allow a group of creatures to enter. We will meet here again in one month."

The three were surprised.

"What should we do, Master?" they said almost simultaneously.

Zaber thought a bit. His gaze dropped to the ground, then rose again.

"Catch a thousand slimes," he said in a calm tone. "And gather them in one place. I give you one month for this."

Kargal spoke hesitantly:

"Master... this is quite difficult. Is this not a punishment, perhaps...?"

Zaber’s voice was emotionless:

"No. This is a task."

He gestured with his hand:

"Give me the beehive. And that slime too. What you do with it afterward—is up to you."

Gobuto lowered the bag to the ground, took out the slime, and handed it to Zaber.

Zaber took it with one hand.

Gobuto rummaged in the bag again and handed over the beehive as well.

Zaber took them.

He gave no explanation.

He headed toward the city.

His servants remained behind, looking at each other. They spoke something in low voices, but the words were not clearly heard.

Zaber glanced at them for a moment.

Then he looked forward again.

And did not turn back.

Downstairs

"Did you see him?"

"Which one?"

"That new guy who came."

Downstairs in the inn, near the kitchen, two servant girls were talking slowly. They were wiping dishes, but their gazes frequently went to the stairs.

"Yes..." one said. "He is very handsome."

"Handsome?" the second smiled. "He is very... strange."

"How strange?"

"His eyes. Cold. But not bad. As if... seeing everything."

"I liked him," the first said. "Quiet. Does not talk much. His long and smooth white hair attracts."

"Quiet people are dangerous," the second said in a lower voice.

"Did you see what he brought in?"

"Yes. Some kind of... living thing, it seemed."

They looked at each other.

"Maybe an alchemist?"

"Or a traveler?"

"Or..." the second swallowed her words. "Better not to interfere."

At that moment, the inn manager approached.

"Gossip stop," she said in a stern tone. "A guest is a guest. No need to know the rest."

They nodded and returned to their work.

But their gazes still returned to the stairs.

Upstairs

Zaber closed his eyes.

He felt the subtle vibrations coming from the beehive and the slime. They were adapting to each other. A new system was forming.

"The city..." he thought. "You do not know yet."

He breathed.

He was awake.

And this wakefulness was—just the beginning for this city.

The next experiment was on humans.

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