Abyss System The Rise of the Lord-Chapter 63 soul chain experience

Zaber walked through the city streets, but he barely saw those around him. It was as if his thoughts, not his body, were directing his steps. Heavy, slow, but uninterrupted. At every turn, he explored not the city, but his inner self.

He spoke to himself in a low voice, almost whispering:

"I couldn’t ask for their souls... but to kill them, I only needed to deliver a great blow to their souls..."

He stopped. In a narrow part of the street, beside a damp wall. He raised his hand. He stared at his palm.

He slowly clenched his fingers, as if grasping something.

"With this chain... how much more can I do?.."

He started walking again. His steps neither quickened nor slowed. But his thoughts were now beginning to gather in one place.

"I didn’t feel pleasure like when I killed Sara... nor when I killed the village... nor when I killed those kids..."

He pressed his lips together.

"So... do I need to kill more people?.."

The moment the chain pulled. Resistance. And... something.

"I consumed a bit of one soul..." he said in a low voice. "The chain... and I felt like I saw some memory..."

He furrowed his brows.

"Is this just imagination... or reality?.."

At that moment, he didn’t notice that he had arrived at the inn. He couldn’t clearly remember how he had gotten there. His feet knew the way on their own.

Zaber climbed the stairs. He entered his room. He closed the door.

Silence.

He went to the bed and sat down. His shoulders dropped slightly. He sighed deeply. This sigh was not from fatigue. It was the release of inner pressure.

He took his money pouch. He opened it.

He looked inside.

"Thirteen gold... eleven silver..."

He shook his head lightly.

"Eh... I need to earn money too..."

He surveyed the room. The ceiling. The walls. Then he looked at the pouch again.

"What should I do?.. Should I steal from someone?.. Or kill and take their money?.."

He fell silent for a moment.

"Or... work?.."

As soon as this thought left his mouth, he smiled to himself.

"Haaaa..."

He stood up. He went to the table. He looked at the beehive. He carefully took it in his hand. He stared at the six bee eggs inside.

"When will you hatch?" he said in a low voice.

The slime creature on the table—an entity not yet fully formed—seemed to be looking at him. Zaber narrowed his eyes.

"When will you evolve too?.."

He leaned in a bit, getting closer to the creature.

"I want to use you sooner..."

With those words, he changed his clothes. He put on the elegant black coat and trousers. His black, long, smooth hair fell to his shoulders. The coat did not wrinkle; it sat heavily on his shoulders.

Zaber left the door.

Once outside the inn, he lowered his head slightly. His gaze seemed directed not at the ground, but at people’s steps.

"I need to go to the merchants and adventurers guild..." he thought. "But first money... and equipment..."

With this thought, he continued on his way.

His black, long flowing hair and unwrinkled long coat drew the eyes of those around. He didn’t look very rich. Nor very poor. The most dangerous state.

On one of the streets, he stopped.

He spotted a merchant.

Well-dressed. But drunk. Very drunk.

Zaber watched him for a while. The merchant was somewhat fat, short in stature. He staggered along his way, unable to walk straight. The smell of alcohol came from his breath.

"Perfect," Zaber thought.

He walked toward the merchant. He stepped in front of him, grabbed his arm, and draped it over his shoulder. His movement natural, like that of an acquaintance.

"I told you not to drink too much, my friend," he said in a louder tone.

The merchant looked at him. His face was flushed.

"You... who are you?.."

Zaber sensed the alcohol smell and didn’t even look at the merchant’s face.

"I am your friend," he said with a smile. "What, you forgot?"

The merchant tried to walk. He shook his head.

"Friend?.." he said. "For some reason I can’t remember... but thank you for helping..."

He leaned on Zaber and started walking.

Zaber, inside, calmly:

Money doesn’t come on its own.

Sometimes you just have to... take it.

He led the merchant deeper into the city. No one stopped them. No one suspected.

Zaber walked side by side with the merchant in the city’s narrow streets. The streets were not empty yet, but now the people walking here were hurried, heads down.

The merchant, drunk, leaned on Zaber as he went. He lost balance in his steps, sometimes stopping and making a sound like laughter.

"My friend... may there be more good people like you..." he said in a drunk tone, barely moving his tongue.

Zaber smiled lightly. This smile was not sincere. It was a mask fitting the situation.

"There are actually many good people," he said calmly. "It’s just hard to find them."

The merchant’s face flushed. He lifted his head and looked at Zaber. His eyes were hazy, but something heavy lay inside them.

"Yes... I’m not a bad person either..." he said. "I just have too many problems in trade, that’s all."

Zaber continued walking, looking at the road.

"Yes... that’s a difficult situation," he said shortly.

They had already entered a small dead-end street where there were few people. Here the lanterns burned dimly, the walls were damp and dark. The end of the street was invisible, as if it led nowhere.

In an instant, everything changed.

Zaber threw the merchant against the wall.

The merchant hit the wall and sat on the ground. His breath choked, his eyes widened.

"What are you doing, my friend?.." he said, not understanding.

Zaber brought out the pink soul chain from his right hand. The chain was silent. It emitted no light. It did not stir the air.

"You know," Zaber said calmly. "I need money. And you have it."

He began slowly rotating the chain. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The merchant thought for a moment. Then he laughed drunkenly.

"So you want to rob me?.." he said. "But are you sick? You’re moving your hand strangely..."

He sighed deeply.

"They told me... there are maniacs in this city... I shouldn’t have come..."

Zaber looked at the chain in surprise for a moment. Then he approached the merchant. He got very close to his face.

"Don’t you see this?" he said.

The merchant looked at his hand.

"What are you talking about?" he said. "Don’t you see your own hand?"

Zaber slowly took a step back. He remained silent, looking at the chain.

"So..." he thought. "Ordinary people cannot see the soul chain."

Zaber controlled the chain with imagination.

In an instant, the chain pierced the merchant’s chest.

The merchant’s eyes widened. His pupils shrank. He clutched his chest with one hand. His breath began to break.

Zaber squeezed the chain with his fingers and pulled hard.

The merchant’s soul came out of his body with the chain.

This process was silent. No blood. No scream.

Only trembling.

The chain wrapped around the yellow soul like a snake. The chain began to consume it.

Zaber separated the chain from the soul.

"Interesting..." he thought. "Can I hold the soul?"

He reached out to the soul.

He grabbed the fragmenting merchant’s soul by the neck.

The soul trembled. It resisted. But it could not escape.

Zaber smiled darkly.

"Hahaha..." he said in a low voice. "I can hold the soul. The way to break it is not far."

He wrapped the soul with the chain.

The chain consumed the soul.

Yellow streaks appeared on the chain.

One ring was added.

Zaber took the merchant’s wallet.

He walked back. The merchant’s body lay lifeless beside the wall. No one would see. No one would search.

"So..." he thought. "One soul—one chain ring."

He looked at his hand.

"Interesting..." he said inside. "How many souls will it take to extend it to ten meters... a hundred meters?"

Zaber emerged onto the main street and blended with the people.

This city... still had no answer to this question.

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