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Abyss Domination – Chapter 1230

Postscript One.

2018-01-11

Author: Floating Tower

In the Frozen Kingdom, Arendelle.

Ward descended from the deck with a blank expression, ignoring the sailor’s curses, and headed straight for the tavern after grabbing some coins.

Alcohol could numb him.

Let him forget the pain of losing Caitlyn, forget his fallen comrades, forget the eerie undead, forget the fierce demons. Since the end of the Saint’s Cataclysm, solitary Ward began his self-exile. He lost his home due to demon attacks, lost his family to werewolf attacks, lost his lover in the disaster of the undead, and lost his friends in the battle against demons. A catastrophe took everything from Ward, transforming a hunter into a fearsome warrior; his scars came from lizardmen, ogres, werewolves, demons, undead, devils, and even other humans. Fate seemed to have abandoned him, but also showed him favor; Ward lost so much, yet he ultimately survived this disaster.

Surviving after countless battles.

After completely repelling the demon army, the nobles invited him to work in the south, but Ward just took up his sword and set off on his wandering journey.

He was tired.

Not only physically, but his heart was also exceptionally weary.

He wandered across the continent for more than a year, visiting the Eagle Mountain in the east, and Snake Island in the South Sea, ultimately blending into an unknown merchant caravan as an inconspicuous sailor.

“Ward!”

The caravan’s first mate was very dissatisfied with the seemingly stubborn Ward, but before he could speak, the captain patted his shoulder and gently shook his head.

Only the captain of the entire caravan knew who Ward was, for he had seen him fighting on the front lines in the Northern Region.

The pain brought by the Saint’s Cataclysm was gradually being healed by time, and the prosperous Arendelle was also slowly recovering from the aftermath of the disaster. Some warriors who had retired from the battlefield began to rebuild their families; the pain in their eyes was hidden deep inside, and only in the quiet of the night would they remember sadly those comrades who fell in battle.

Humans, dwarves, elves, halflings, orcs, lizardmen…

Regardless of good and evil, they stood in the same faction during the final clash, for they must drive the demons out of this world.

Everyone paid a heavy price!

More than a year after the Saint’s Cataclysm ended, Arendelle welcomed a wave of newborns. In the residential area outside the harbor, many women could be seen holding children, while the men who had laid down their weapons began to rebuild their homes, adapting to jobs that felt somewhat unfamiliar.

War only brings destruction, while creation requires hands and wisdom.

Ward was like a ghost wandering among the crowd, bearded and in tattered sailor’s clothes, seemingly inconspicuous yet keeping people at a distance. He entered the tavern, tossed the earnings from a voyage onto the bar, and then directly grabbed a barrel of ale and headed to a corner. A tavern girl glanced at his strong physique but retreated upon seeing Ward’s eyes.

She had seen many people.

Without a doubt, Ward belonged to the most dangerous type.

Inside the tavern, there were guards, residents, sailors, people of all kinds could be seen. More than a year after the Saint’s Cataclysm, people still bragged about their past experiences in the tavern. A small south-region guard boasted about how he had killed a tall ogre and recounted how he once followed the army of Modo to defeat a group of demons. People nearby listened intently; fewer than thirty percent of those who faced the demons returned alive. In a relatively safe place like Arendelle, under the protection of the great princess, many ordinary people had never even seen a demon.

Ward quietly drank alone.

Listening expressionlessly to others’ bragging and discussions, until all his money was spent, he finally stood up, slightly tipsy, and walked out of the tavern toward a narrow alley.

In Modo, one is not allowed to urinate in alleys, but the Arendelle guard wouldn’t care. He didn’t like Modo much; although it was prosperous, the rules were too strict.

“No! Please!…”

While relieving himself against the wall, Ward heard a woman’s pleas. He glanced up and saw two fierce men dragging a woman into a back alley.

Rats.

Every city has such a group of people; they dare not step onto the battlefield but enjoy bullying ordinary people.

Ward staggered over, and the two scoundrels active in the underground immediately became alert. They drew knives from their waists and snarled, “Get lost! Drunkard! This is none of your business.”

Hearing the bluster of the rats, Ward couldn’t help but laugh.

A cold light flashed.

With the woman’s exclamation, Ward twisted the arm of one of the men behind him, then lifted him with one hand and slammed him into the other rat.

“Get out of here.”

Ward coldly glanced at the woman beside him. She was of average good looks, a bit plump, not tall, probably in her twenties, with a few freckles on her face.

The woman looked a little timidly at the drunken Ward and softly thanked him before running outside.

The back alley quickly fell silent.

Ward picked up the unconscious rat with one hand and walked deeper into the darkness; he had been to many places and knew how to deal with these rats. This bit of entertainment might be a rare form of relaxation for him. The peaceful life his countless comrades sacrificed their lives for should not be disturbed by these eyesores.

………………

A night passed.

The next day, Ward lazily lay on the cargo by the docks, soaking in the sun.

He had run out of money.

The sailor’s pay was not much; someone like him could only last two days at most with that kind of spending. The warm sea breeze blew in, and Ward squinted his eyes, reminiscing about the past, until a shadow fell in front of him. Someone, a woman, stood beside him watching.

The woman from yesterday.

She was wearing a tattered linen dress and was holding onto a small child, about five or six years old. The woman’s expression was somewhat awkward, but the child peeked out curiously, showing no fear at all.

“What is it?” Ward opened his eyes to look at her.

The woman seemed very uneasy, spoke awkwardly, “Thank you so much for yesterday. Do you have nowhere to stay? If you don’t mind, you can stay at my house for a few days. You can move out once you find a job.”

A very clear gaze, filled only with pure gratitude.

Ward looked at the woman, and it was clear she had taken him for a down-and-out sailor. Many sailors end up sleeping on the streets after spending all their money and failing to find work, whereas he simply disliked the smell inside the ship’s cabin.

Ward was about to shake his head to refuse, but his eyes soon narrowed.

He spotted a lurking figure in the crowd.

Rats.

He couldn’t help but glance at the woman in front of him. Her clothes were tattered, and she wore no jewelry, carrying a child. She didn’t seem like someone wealthy; a woman like her shouldn’t attract the rats, but there were many prettier women nearby the tavern, so why were these rats chasing her persistently?

Quickly, Ward nodded.

The caravan would stay here for three days to sell goods, and perhaps he could find some fun in the meantime.

The woman’s home was small but clean and tidy; the furniture was old but dusted clean. There were sewing tools inside, indicating she was a diligent woman.

The house was in a peculiar location.

Though close to the docks, construction nearby was in full swing. Ward took a glance and immediately understood the reason.

Arendelle was undergoing expansion, and this place would soon be requisitioned and demolished. One could get a substantial sum and a new residence from the city hall, which was enough to entice many rats. The city was learning from Modo, but it was evident that the laws here were not as pure as in Modo; the rats likely also had the support of aristocrats to get a piece of the pie.

“Where’s the child’s father?”

Ward looked at the old house, which already had some history.

“He’s dead.” The woman’s expression darkened, but she stubbornly lifted her head and said, “He died on the southern battlefield, he was a hero. Not a coward who runs away…”

There was evidently a story behind this.

Not everyone has the courage to fight demons; Ward had seen many deserters, and he had even executed some with his own hands.

Ward did not respond, just found a clean spot to lie down and soak up the sun.

“You must be hungry.” The woman’s expression grew somber again after her earlier words. Her eyes were red; although she stubbornly asserted that her husband was a hero, the message sent back by the army was that her husband was a deserter. Perhaps she believed it deep down, but she had to insist in front of her child; she couldn’t tell him that his father was a coward.

The woman quietly wiped her eyes and said softly, “I’ll go make you something to eat.”

Ward did not respond, nor did he look down upon her, for he understood how much courage it takes to face terrifying demons on the battlefield. He had felt fear, but he had ultimately overcome it, personally beheading that Hell Alchemist.

His comrades had all died.

Only he survived, and the conversation brought back familiar faces to Ward.

In the Saint’s Cataclysm, many heroes shone like stars; Ward was not one of them, but they all fought on the front lines, with countless brothers buried in the battlefield. The disaster had ended, but the pain left behind was still buried deep within these survivors.

“Do you know any martial arts?”

The little boy beside him looked at him, seeming to want to touch his sword. This child, so big, was completely unafraid; he was a very brave little guy.

Ward took off the sword and tossed it over, nodding, “Be careful, don’t hurt yourself.”

The little guy curiously grasped the hilt, but his face turned red, and he couldn’t lift it, which made Ward chuckle. The little boy looked up and said, “Can you teach me martial arts?”

“Eh?” Ward looked down at him and asked, “Why?”

The little boy earnestly stared at Ward and clenched his fist, “So I can protect my mom! There are many bad people who bully us and want to take our house away!”

A slight change finally flickered across Ward’s calm face.

Abyss Domination

Abyss Domination

AD, ShenYuan Zhuzai, 深渊主宰
Score 8
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: , , Released: 2014 Native Language: Chinese
He doesn’t know why his mind has been transferred into that of a petty thief named Soran within the VRMMO . The new ‘Soran’ though possesses both the body’s previous occupant’s memories and his own. Using his experience as a Legendary Rogue who had reached the apex known as the Realm of Legends, he will now have to survive in this world which had once been a game to him. Soran will have to grow stronger while avoiding the upcoming dangers and protect his younger sister, Vivian, from the chaotic times which will soon devastate the world. He shall eliminate everything and everyone that threatens them. When the demons of the Abyss rise and the gods fall, a massacre will take place across the world. Divinity has fallen, and evil is surging from beneath. The Time of Troubles has begun.

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