Chapter 322 319: Confrontation with Abyss 1

Val had expected her to reach level 2 but he hadn’t anticipated this development. So he was a bit taken aback. He thought that in this life, he was never going to get tired of her.

After a while…

Val stepped softly out of the bedroom, careful not to rouse Eliana from her much-needed rest. The air outside the room felt dense with unsaid things and the echo of distant dangers.

He activated his Heavenly Eye skill, allowing his vision to transcend the ordinary, piercing through the fabric of the house itself.

His gaze cut through the floor, delving deep into the earth below. He was seeking the secret basement, a place that was as veiled in darkness as the abyss itself. The skill, enhanced by his Nocturne Vision Trait, rendered the darkness moot, presenting the hidden space below as clear as day.

He scanned the area with a meticulous eye, and there it was—that suspicious something he was wary of. The lid that sealed the abyssal well was conspicuously absent.

“As expected,” Val whispered, his voice barely carrying through the stillness.

Since the moment Eliana had spoken up about her harrowing experience, a gnawing suspicion had taken root in his mind.

He believed that the intruder wasn’t just a stalker as Valentine had surmised, but rather the maniacal mastermind behind the insidious charnel rite that created the abyssal well.

Now, the sight of the unsealed well confirmed his worst fears.

The mastermind had come to check on his dark handiwork!

Val was correct. The footsteps Eliana witnessed were left behind when the mastermind came and went. It must have seen that the well was sealed and the monsters it created dead, shocking it so much that it left without clearing the evidence of its intrusion. It must have realized its mistake the following day and returned to clear the evidence.

A chilling thought passed through Val’s mind—had Eliana been home at that time, the consequences would have been dire.

She might’ve died at that bastard hands.

‘I will find out who you are and kill you.’ Val thought with narrowed eyes, his expression serious. Those who knew the Unfeeling would know he was dead serious.

The second he finds out who that person is, he will stop at nothing to dispose of them!

Val focused on the problem at hand.

The unsealing of the well must have been intentional, a prelude to something even more sinister. Although Val couldn’t fathom the full extent of the mastermind’s designs, he understood one thing with stark clarity—if the well remained unattended, creatures of the abyss would undoubtedly begin their ascent into the world. And their house, being the epicenter of this malevolent force, would face the brunt of this incursion.

‘I have to do something about it.’

Otherwise, his upcoming peaceful days with Eliana would be disturbed.

Resolved, Val descended through the secret passage that led to the basement. His steps were swift and silent.

Reaching the well’s edge, he peered into the gaping void.

The darkness was so profound and the force of corruption so thick that even his enhanced vision couldn’t penetrate it.

Just then, an acrid stench wafted up, causing his nose to wrinkle in disgust.

At the same time, a pulsating throb began at the base of his neck.

He knew what that conveyed, and he instantly became vigilant, reducing the chance of him getting caught off guard to zero.

Whoosh!

From the abyss, a hand blasted through the air and shot up.

It was unnaturally white, and the long, sharpened nails extending from each outstretched fingers seemed almost a meter in length, slicing through the air with deadly intent toward Val’s neck.

“Commendable but ultimately futile,” Val snorted dismissively.

With a snapping sound, a cascade of sparks erupted from his fingertips, shimmering like the beautiful wings of a butterfly yet as deadly as nuclear radiation.

The cascade of sparks fell into the well like a butch’s knife, meeting the hand with an ethereal whip.

Kuagh!

A pained roar echoed from the darkness below as the hand disintegrated instantaneously. Against the might of the abyssal flame, it had not survived for even a split of a second, meeting an instant demise.

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On the other side of the portal, an immense shadow loomed. The creature’s size was monstrous, its feet planted on the floor of the darkness of the Abyss while its head seemed to brush against the inky black clouds with many reddish veins.

Its eye was a grotesque spectacle, each one dwarfing the well’s opening. The earlier cry of pain belonged to this behemoth, and its furious bellow shook the very foundations of the basement.

“Huwaghhh!”

It was furious and wanted to kill the impudent mortal who dared to wound it.

Following the roar, tentacles with eyes as many as stars in the sky surged upwards from the abyssal well. If Val had a clear view of the unfolding situation, he would have recognized these tentacles as the hair of the humongous creature.

“Whatever these tentacles are, they’re not good news,” Val muttered to himself. His instincts screamed that anything from the abyss was a plague to be purged without hesitation. He couldn’t allow it to escape into the world. He had to deal with it here.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The tentacles, like deadly swords, lanced towards him, each moving with singular intent—to end Val’s life.

In response, Val’s hands stretched outwards. Now they were positioned over the entrance of the well.

For a moment, the air around him seemed to thicken, heavy with the power he was about to unleash as, with a deep breath, he focused all his soul power into the palm of his hand, the very air around him crackling with the intensity of his power.

Then, torrents of energy erupted from his palm, surging into the dark maw of the well.

An invisible, yet tangible force pressed down upon the writhing tentacles that emerged from the abyss, halting their sinister advance.

They weren’t able to go up and Val’s soul power wasn’t able to push them downwards.

For a moment, the two powerhouses standing on two different worlds entered a stalemate.