Abyss System The Rise of the Lord-Chapter 61 entrance

Zaber was lying on the bed.

The room was quiet, even the city noise coming from outside seemed unable to reach here, as if stifled between the walls. The wooden bed creaked slightly—when Zaber moved. He was lying not staring at the ceiling, but looking inward.

He thought for a while.

Then he slowly sat up.

He looked at his hands.

"Soul chain..." he thought. "What are you capable of?"

"My father did not say," Zaber said inside. "So I must find out myself."

He looked toward the table.

On the table stood an ordinary vase. Inside was water, and in the water were a few green stems. No magic. Nothing but life.

Zaber extended his hands.

From his palm emerged a pink, clearly shaped chain.

It floated in the air.

The chain was silent. It made no noise. It did not absorb light. As if it did not fully belong to this world.

Zaber watched carefully.

The chain reached the vase.

"Let us see..." he thought.

He wrapped the chain around the vase.

He squeezed the chain with his fingers.

Pulled.

Zaber’s eyes widened.

Nothing happened.

The chain simply passed through the vase. The vase did not move. The water did not ripple. Even the stems inside the vase did not stir.

Zaber froze for a moment.

Then he stood up.

He went to the vase. He lightly tapped it twice.

The vase made a sound. Real. Material.

"So..." he thought. "The soul chain does not affect physical objects."

This was not a conclusion. This was a law.

He took a step back.

"But..." he continued inside. "It touches the soul."

He took a deep breath.

"This means that—" even if I am behind a wall, I can act to take someone’s soul.

He fell silent for a moment.

"But there is a limitation."

Zaber looked at his palm.

"With this, attacks cannot be blocked."

He took another deep breath.

"So, I am not the strike... I am the end."

This thought settled in his mind.

Zaber walked toward the door. Before leaving the room, he glanced once more at the table, at the vase. Then he opened the door, went out, and locked it from behind.

The "click" of the key was clearly heard.

Zaber descended the stairs.

He looked upward—the light falling from the window cut across the stairs, and below, life was boiling.

"First..." he thought. "I need to adjust the appearance."

He went to the inn employee. The same woman. As gentle as before.

"Is there a clothing store around here?" Zaber asked.

The inn employee smiled politely:

"Yes, sir."

She gestured with her hand toward the back:

"If you go out the back of the inn and walk around a bit, you will find it."

Zaber looked expressionlessly.

"Thank you, madam."

He left the inn.

Outside, life was much more lively.

Carts creaked as they passed, people haggled, children ran and played, the sounds of metal striking came from somewhere. The city was alive.

Zaber walked along the street.

After about half an hour, he found the clothing store.

In the windows were colorful clothes. For men, for women. Expensive and simple. There was order.

Zaber thought inside:

"It is not as small a city as I thought."

He entered.

The inside of the store was spacious. The air smelled of fabric. Clothes hung neatly on the racks.

A well-dressed woman with long hair greeted Zaber. Her movements were practiced—typical of a merchant.

"How can I help you, madam?" she said with a smile.

Zaber answered in an emotionless tone:

"I am not a madam."

The woman felt embarrassed for a moment. Her smile changed.

"Forgive me, sir," she said. "From your appearance, I thought you were a woman."

Zaber stepped forward.

"Let us get to business," he said. "I need two types of clothes."

The merchant listened carefully.

"One elegant and beautiful. The kind that draws attention in a crowd."

He paused a moment.

"The other simple. Unnoticeable. Worn-looking."

The merchant bowed her head.

"Yes, sir."

She led Zaber inside.

She pointed to a table.

"Please, sit here. I will bring the clothes right away."

Zaber looked at the table.

"I trust your taste," he said and sat down.

He placed his hands on the table.

After a while, the silence inside the store was broken again by footsteps.

The merchant woman returned.

In one hand she held elegant clothes sewn from fine fabric, harmonizing white and yellow colors. The material was soft, not absorbing light but gently reflecting it. In the other hand were much worn clothes, visibly repaired in places.

Zaber first directed his gaze to the elegant clothes in her right hand.

A moment of silence.

Then he said in a cold tone:

"I prefer longer clothes."

The merchant woman immediately smiled. This smile was practiced for a merchant—to not lose a customer.

"Sir, these are currently the best," she said confidently. "Modern trousers, a matching vest on top, and the back slightly longer. This style is currently in fashion in the city."

Zaber did not listen to her words to the end.

Fixing his gaze on the merchant, he asked in a cold tone:

"Are you selling the product you like... or the one the customer likes?"

The merchant woman stopped for a moment.

Her smile faded. Her eyes shifted to the side. She lightly bowed her head, said nothing, turned back, and walked inside.

Zaber leaned on the table.

Inside, he drew a calm but firm conclusion:

Fashion is the herd’s opinion.

I have taste.

Those without their own taste always follow others.

And they never rise to the top.

He said in a calm tone.

After a while, the merchant returned again.

This time, the clothes in her hand were completely different.

A coat harmonizing black and purple colors—smooth but heavy-looking. Trousers matching it, a vest sewn with fine decorations. The colors drew attention, but did not shout. These clothes would distinguish the wearer from the crowd, but not ridicule him.

In the other hand were old trousers, a coat that had lost its color, and a cloak with torn edges. The trousers had a strangely designed belt sewn in—hidden, but convenient for holding small items.

Zaber did not stare at these clothes for long.

One glance was enough.

"This is better," he said shortly.

Then he glanced at the clothes in the other hand as well.

He smiled lightly and stood up.

"Good. Now wrap these."

The merchant hesitated a bit.

"Will you not try them on, sir?" she said cautiously. "What if they do not fit?"

Zaber looked at her.

His gaze was calm. But beneath this calm was pressure—imperceptible, but heavy on the heart.

"You are not a new employee," he said in a calm voice. "I am confident you brought clothes that will fit me."

The merchant was surprised.

"Sir... you look young from the outside," she said slowly. "But it seems you are not."

Zaber took a step forward.

"Does it matter?"

The merchant shook her head slowly as she wrapped the clothes.

"Actually, no," she said. "Just... personal curiosity."

Zaber stared at her with a cold gaze.

"Personal curiosities..." he said in a low voice. "Often lead to death."

The merchant froze for a moment.

Her hands stopped. Her breath shortened.

She did not take this as a threat.

She understood it as a warning.

A thought flashed inside her:

This young man... The moment he arrived, pressure appeared. Even if he looks ordinary from the outside... I have only encountered people of this level in great houses before. Even if his clothes are simple... It was good that I treated him like a VIP customer. Otherwise, my head could have been lost without question.

She silently wrapped the clothes and carefully handed them to Zaber.

Zaber took the packages.

"How much?"

The merchant smiled gently again—this time genuine.

"With a discount for you, sir," she said. "The good clothes fifteen gold. The old clothes... a gift. They were going to be thrown away anyway."

Zaber did not think for a moment.

He placed the packages on the table and took exactly fifteen gold from his bag and handed them over.

He said nothing.

He did not look back.

And left the store.

The merchant woman bowed her head from behind.

Please come again, sir, she said.

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