Abyss System The Rise of the Lord-Chapter 70 agreement

In the dead-end alley, the men continued beating Zaber, but he simply stared at the stars. Their blows seemed not to reach his consciousness; his heart ached in its own way, yet nothing distracted his attention.

The men stopped, satisfied with their work.

The first one scratched his head and laughed.

"I’m done," he said, spitting on Zaber’s clothes before turning and walking away.

The second followed, a wide smile on his face as he glanced back. They laughed proudly at each other, gradually moving farther away.

A sharp voice rang out from behind.

"You have undone your own deed!"

The men quickly turned; their faces grew serious.

Zaber slowly rose, brushing off his clothes.

"Spitting was unnecessary," he said in a low, cold tone.

The first stepped forward, shouting as if facing a fool who hadn’t had enough beating, and approached with a clenched fist.

Zaber raised his palm upward as if offering something, extending his arm slightly but not fully, his palm not completely open—some fingers half-bent.

Then the man struck Zaber with a clenched fist. The blow landed on Zaber’s face, but it was weak, as if sluggish.

From Zaber’s palm, a pink chain emerged and pierced the man’s chest.

The man who had struck earlier widened his eyes.

"What have you done?" he said, his voice weak and low.

Zaber pulled the chain; it moved with the soul.

Zaber looked at the soul.

"You were able to hit me because I allowed it. Do not think too highly of yourself," he said in a cold, resolute tone.

Meanwhile, the chain consumed the soul, yellow streaks forming on its surface, adding another ring. The second man froze, shouting in rage.

"You bastard!" he cried and ran toward Zaber.

Zaber began walking slowly forward. The chain retracted into his hand.

As the middle-aged man approached Zaber, a chain emerged from Zaber’s shoulder and pierced his chest. Zaber controlled the chain with his imagination; it extracted and consumed the soul. Yellow streaks appeared on its surface, forming another ring.

Zaber passed him, looked back, and spat on the corpse.

"To spit on me and live, you need to be strong enough, but you lack that strength," he said and continued on his way.

He raised his head and looked at the sky.

"Broz, I won," he said, taking a deep breath, straightening his posture, and heading toward the inn.

The hem of his new black cloak and trousers was dusty. He did not hurry—his steps were slow, as if time itself submitted to him. He walked for over an hour. Finally, the old but quiet building of the inn came into view.

He entered. As he climbed the stairs, each step reminded him of the pain in his body, but he paid no attention. Reaching the second floor, he arrived at his room. He took the key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock.

At that moment, the door of the adjacent room opened.

Shoyu emerged.

As soon as she stepped out, her eyes fell on Zaber opening his room, and she involuntarily flinched. For a moment surprise, then nervousness clearly appeared on her face.

"I knew you would come for us," she said, trying to maintain composure. "But I did not expect it so soon."

Zaber did not even look at her. He turned the key, opened the door, and entered without a word.

This indifference surprised Shoyu even more.

She stared after Zaber, then approached his room. No sound came from inside. Not understanding what was happening, Shoyu stepped through the door.

"Did you not come for us?" she asked in a questioning tone.

Zaber was sitting on the edge of the bed. His head slightly bowed, his face full of fatigue and coldness.

"I have no business with you," he said in a low but threatening voice. "If you continue to disturb me, you will die."

At that moment, Shoyu’s companion—Kilyan—entered the room from behind. He immediately sensed the situation. Zaber’s condition, voice, and gaze indicated it was not a mere warning.

He turned to Shoyu.

"Miss, I do not know what is happening, but it would be best to leave."

Shoyu stared at Zaber for a moment. In his eyes there was neither fear nor interest—only indifference.

In the next moment, she retreated. She left the room and slowly closed the door from outside.

Zaber remained inside.

He took the viscous substance from under the bed, placed it on the table, and lay down staring at the ceiling. He placed his arm over his eyes.

"Hooooooo... huuuuu..." he breathed deeply.

His breathing steadied somewhat, but the pain in his heart had not yet gone.

He glanced sideways toward the door and whispered inwardly.

"I hope that catgirl will not disturb me further."

In the corridor, Shoyu and Kilyan stood side by side.

"What happened to him?" Shoyu said in a low voice.

Kilyan shrugged.

"I do not understand. But one thing is clear: he has no business with us. That means he is not an enemy either. For now, we should focus on our own mission."

They returned to their rooms. Shoyu entered, Kilyan following.

Shoyu fell into thought. The image of Zaber’s cold gaze and wounded face came to mind.

"He is not an enemy," she said slowly. "We can turn him to our side. I am certain he would be useful."

Kilyan looked at her.

"How do you plan to do that? He was on the verge of becoming your enemy. If you disturb him again, nothing good will come of it."

Shoyu did not answer. From the ring on her finger—adorned with gold and gems—she drew a small vial of ointment for wounds.

"As my mother said," she replied confidently. "Men cannot say ’no’ to two things. The first is love. The second is healing their wounds."

She recalled the bruises on Zaber’s face.

"I saw several bruises on his face. I will bring him ointment and food. Then he may help."

Kilyan looked at the ring and asked.

"Is there no elixir in the spatial ring?"

"There is," said Shoyu as she walked toward the door. "But we are entering not to heal wounds... but to gain trust."

Kilyan scratched his head.

"You know best, princess. As long as no trouble arises."

Shoyu opened the door. A confident smile appeared on her face.

"No man can say ’no’ to someone as beautiful as me," she said and left the room.

She headed toward the adjacent room—Zaber’s room.

Shoyu entered Zaber’s room without knocking.

The room was quiet. A single lamp burned dimly. Zaber lay on the bed—with his arm over his forehead, eyes closed, breathing slowly. He was awake, merely choosing a state resembling peace.

Shoyu approached slowly and sat on the edge of the bed.

At that instant, Zaber tensed. His voice emerged cold and sharp.

"If you wish to die... kill yourself."

Shoyu did not flinch. Instead, she softened her voice.

"I brought ointment," she said gently. "Your face will heal faster."

Zaber sat up and looked at Shoyu.

Long blue hair, yellow eyes, two cat ears on her head. Her appearance was soft, yet something calculating could be sensed within.

"What do you hope to achieve with this?" Zaber said coldly. "Or do you do this for every stranger you meet?"

Shoyu opened the vial of ointment.

"This is the first time I have brought ointment to a stranger," she said. "I need your help."

Zaber’s voice grew even colder.

"Why do you think I am the one who can help you?"

Shoyu dipped two fingers into the vial. The white ointment clung to her fingers.

"Because you are strong," she said confidently. "A presence like yours is rare."

She began carefully applying the ointment to Zaber’s bruised jaw.

Zaber did not resist.

"Continue," he said in an emotionless tone. "But I will not help."

Shoyu paused for a moment. Then she continued, this time with a bit more enthusiasm.

"Not for free, of course," she said. "I will give you one hundred gold. After the task is done, another hundred gold."

Zaber fell silent.

Inside, thoughts began to stir.

I am not strong.

I can only kill through the Soul Chain—that is all.

That is my only advantage.

But I cannot block blows.

But I need money.

For surveillance results, two hundred gold...

That is a large sum in this city.

Zaber finally spoke.

"Very well," he said at last. "Depending on what it is, I will give my answer."

Shoyu smiled with satisfaction.

"This will be a good deal," she said. "We will discuss the plan tomorrow."

She had nearly finished applying the ointment.

Zaber took the ointment from Shoyu’s hand.

"Enough," he said. "I will do the rest myself. Do not disturb me until morning."

Shoyu stood.

Energy could be felt in her movements.

"Good," she said and left the room.

The door closed. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Zaber looked at the ointment.

"Is she really that simple..." he thought inwardly. "Or is she playing a game?"

The room sank into silence once more

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