Chapter 1065: Section 1066: Subsequent Waves
 

What does it mean to be a Demon Lord? At least, currently in the Wizards’ Realm of the Southern Domain, no Wizard can measure up to a Demon Lord.

Moreover, among the Demon Lords, the powerful ones can even be compared to Demon Gods. It can be said that this is the ultimate goal that all Demons strive towards.

Now that Leia has awakened, even though she is still far from becoming a Demon Lord, the spark has been planted; once the time comes, it can set the whole field ablaze!

The Abyssal Awakening is not just that; after all Demons awaken, they have different states of Abyssal Awakening. And these awakened states, driven by their own desires, grant different Awakening Abilities. Although Leia’s Awakening Abilities are still unknown, her strong and immense physique alone suggests that her physical strength is probably beyond imagination.

As a Succubus, irrespective of the branch, their primary strength lies in influencing opponents with spiritual power, and their biggest weakness is their frailty in physical form. But now, with Leia’s physical shortcomings remedied, her future is completely unfettered by the need to subordinate herself to any great Demon.

After hearing about the effects of the Abyssal Awakening, Angel suddenly understood why Yadasai had suddenly attacked him before.

The power of awakening was so astonishing and its subsequent effects could extend indefinitely. With Angel holding such a crucial key, if it couldn’t be harnessed for his own use, then it must be eliminated first!

When Yadasai attacked him, it was probably to capture rather than kill him.

Angel suddenly felt a headache coming on; Leia’s awakening is probably already known to half of Lassudral. If it gets confirmed that Leia’s awakening is related to the Misty Cabin, it’s unlikely that he will have any peace.

It’s like Greya’s creation of magic: if someone realizes the crucial role played by the mysterious object, he might find himself the target of many.

The only solace is that he won’t be staying in Lassudral for much longer.

There’s only one day left.

Once he’s obtained the fragment of the Fire Transmission Stone, no matter how big the waves or how many the disturbances here, they will all be irrelevant to him.

Angel’s expression changed constantly like a color palette, all of which Night observed in its entirety. Reaching its level, it could easily restrain its desires and curiosity, much like when it first met Angel and sensed his identity with Fafnir. A human paired with an Abyssal Dragon—an odd combination that would invoke curiosity in anyone—yet Night just listened to Angel’s purpose and then disregarded other trivial matters.

Even though its curiosity about the outside world had waned to such a degree, after witnessing what had just occurred, Night became somewhat curious about Angel’s background and the secrets of that ocean rhythm.

If not for the pressing matter of the Painting Within the Flames, Night from the past might have followed its desires to unravel the reasons behind it.

“The matter of the awakened needs time to ferment and evolve. You don’t need to worry too much. Besides, with Fafnir by your side, there shouldn’t be any problems,” said Night, before setting aside its own curiosity about Angel’s secrets and heading towards the outer hall—

Earlier, when Fafnir left Angel at the doorstep of the Hunting Museum, many Demons witnessed the scene. Now it needed to deal with these minions.

Angel remained in the Exhibition Hall, but his thoughts kept drifting.

Images flashed through his mind, starting with Fafnir’s situation and the ripples caused by the Misty Cabin, incessantly continuing, interspersed with worries about Sanders, curiosity about Jon’s current situation, and thoughts of friends and family…

This state of mental turmoil lasted for quite a while.

Not until the footsteps echoed again in the Exhibition Hall did Angel snap back to reality.

The footsteps belonged to Pulapa, a creature with light blue skin, who was carrying a prey carcass several times bigger than its body, entering from the outer hall. It had come to clean today’s catch in the partition behind the Exhibition Hall but unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.

“Shop… shopkeeper?” Pulapa gazed at Angel incredulously: “You were in the Hunting Museum?!”

Angel looked at the confused Pulapa: “What do you mean ‘I was in the Hunting Museum’? Could it be that someone else is looking for me?”

Pulapa nodded vigorously: “When I came today, I saw Canaan rushing back and forth on the road, saying it was looking for you and asked if I had seen you. I didn’t expect to find you here in the Hunting Museum!”

“Apart from Canaan looking for me, did anyone else come looking for me?” It was normal for Canaan to be looking for him. Angel was more concerned about whether there were other Demons looking for him and to what extent the aftermath of the awakening had fermented.

Pulapa shook its head: “No.”

“Then, what did you notice about the Misty Cabin when you came over?”

“I didn’t pay much attention on my way here. I glanced over from a distance, and nothing seemed amiss,” said Pulapa confusedly: “Shopkeeper, did something happen?”

Suddenly Pulapa had an epiphany: “Were there Demons causing trouble?”

Pulapa muttered to itself, looking down: “That’s right, the effects of the experience journey are so good, it makes sense we’d attract the attention of those wicked Demons.”

Angel: “…” Wicked Demons? Have you forgotten you’re a Demon too?

Pulapa muttered to himself for quite a while before he lifted his head, “Owner, if there’s anything I can help with, please be sure to tell me. If it weren’t for you, I reckon I wouldn’t even be able to beat an ordinary Half-Blood Demon now.”

Although he was still at the lower end among the lesser demons, he was much stronger than before, and it was all thanks to the person in front of him.

Seeing Pulapa’s genuine gratitude, Angel sighed in his heart. If Pulapa knew that he was the human it most hated, would they be at swords’ points by now?

“Speaking of which, I do have a favor to need your help with,” Angel pondered for a while, and under Pulapa’s solemn expression, he took out several pouches from his pocket and handed them over.

“Take a hundred Demon Gold Coins from here as a commission, and use the rest to find the owner of the night, and say let him help me buy some materials…”

The hundred Demon Gold Coins were said to be a commission, but in reality, Angel had intended to give them to Pulapa all along. The business of the Misty Cabin was very poor before, and it was thanks to Pulapa’s promotion that they had subsequent success.

After Pulapa took the pouches, he left the Exhibition Hall in a daze.

After Pulapa had left, Angel fell into thought. Pulapa had only recently come to Lassudral from the outer world’s Niming Lake, so it was understandable if he didn’t know about the previous Awakeners. However, from what he said, the Misty Cabin seemed to be very calm at the moment. Could it be that the fight had already stopped? And how was Fafnir faring now?

As if by coincidence, just as Angel thought of Fafnir, a familiar cold snort reached his ears in a timely manner.

“You can come back now, I have something to tell you.”

This voice, to Angel’s ears, should be coming from Fafnir. However, given the current special circumstances, he wondered if there were any demons mimicking Fafnir’s voice to trick him into leaving the Hunting Museum. After all, with the owner of the night watching over, other minor demons dared not enter, and thus could only resort to such trickery.

Angel’s concerns weren’t without reason, only he overlooked one point—how many demons would dare to send a message directly into the Hunting Museum? And besides, this place was only a few hundred meters from the Misty Cabin, what demon would dare to imitate her voice in front of Fafnir.

As Angel hesitated,

“Despicable human, is your courage as small as the tip of a needle?” accompanied by footsteps, Fafnir appeared in the Hunting Museum with a scowl on her face.

Seeing Fafnir in person came, Angel’s expression was somewhat embarrassed—it seems his previous thoughts were completely overwrought.

“Follow me back!” With a cold snort from Fafnir, Angel immediately followed.

As they left the Exhibition Hall, Fafnir glanced back at the painting on the wall, her eyes carrying a hint of wariness.

On the way back, no accidents occurred, and they returned to the rundown Misty Cabin.

Judging from the situation at the scene, after Angel was sent to the Hunting Museum, there shouldn’t have been a fierce struggle, at least the “remains” of the wooden cabin were almost the same as when he left.

Not long after Angel returned, Canaan also ran back with a look of alarm on his face.

“Owner, are you alright? That’s great!”

Angel nodded at Canaan and then took out several Demon Gold Coins from his bracelet and tossed them to Canaan: “Help me refurbish the store, no need for alterations, just make it the same as before.”

After Angel finished speaking, without waiting for Canaan’s reaction, he walked around him and went to the backyard, where Fafnir was currently sitting on the trunk of a large tree, the patchy light and shadow making her face shine extraordinarily bright.

“Honorable Lady Fafnir, are you alright?” Angel asked, immediately feeling like he was stating the obvious; Fafnir didn’t seem troubled at all.

As expected, Fafnir sneered, “Do you think a lowly Succubus and a bunch of skeletons can harm me?”

“Then, my lady, could you tell me what happened before?” Angel asked cautiously.

Fafnir was silent for a moment: “Do you know about Abyssal Awakening?”

Angel nodded, “The owner of the night just told me about Abyssal Awakening.”

“Since you know, you should understand the magnitude of the ripple that was caused just now,” Fafnir said with a grave expression, “Yadasai attacked you for this very reason.”

Based on Fafnir’s statement, Angel basically confirmed that it was almost the same as he had thought before. The only difference was that while Canaan had suggested taking Angel away, Yadasai had intended to kill Angel outright at that moment.

After Fafnir sent Angel away, both sides engaged in an energy struggle. In the end, Fafnir came out victorious. Although she managed to drive away both Yadasai and Canaan, the subsequent impact couldn’t be erased—nearly half of Lassudral’s attention was fixated on here at that time, even now demons occasionally cast their greedy gaze here.

Although Fafnir wasn’t afraid of these demons, she had to take precautions against the potential impacts they could bring.