Infinite System Inheritor Return From The Abyss

The celebration continued with drums made from beast hide echoing deep across the valley, horns blaring in rhythmic waves, and young demons running between tables while the older ones watched with silent awe. Food was being passed, cups raised, and laughter began to return — even though the presence of the Abyss Lord kept many of them whispering instead of shouting.

At one side of the celebration, a small group of young demons crouched behind their parents, eyes wide as they peeked at Seojun from afar.

"Mother," a little Grimporc — a pig-like demon child with tusks and big curious eyes — whispered while tugging on his mother's thick sleeve. "Is the Abyss Lord… really a human?"

The Grimporc mother, a stout demon with cracked armor and a warm gaze, smiled softly and crouched beside him. "Yes," she whispered back, glancing around to make sure no one nearby would scold her. "You heard it from your great-great-grandma, right?"

The Grimporc child nodded quickly, excitement shining in his tiny yellow eyes. "Yes! It was the best bedtime story!" he squealed in a hushed voice, waving his arms. "The one where the Abyss Lord raised his hand and made hundreds of flaming rocks fall from the sky! BOOM! BOOM! They say he defeated four clans at once!"

His small fists exploded in the air for effect.

The mother chuckled softly, patting his head. "That wasn't a story, dear. It really happened."

The boy's mouth hung open, amazed. "Wooooaaah…"

Then, just as the moment of joy spread among the little ones, the red sky above flickered.

A loud crack split through the clouds — not thunder, but something older, deeper.

Crimson lightning arched, and then, as if the heavens themselves tore apart, a single figure emerged from the tear. The sky healed behind him instantly, but the pressure of his arrival rippled across the entire Bino Clan territory.

The drums stopped. All talking ceased.

Everyone looked up.

And then down, as the figure landed directly in front of Seojun with a blast of light wind and faint burning heat.

The being who stood there was tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in old robes of golden and red. His hair, long and white like melted ash, flowed down his back, and his glowing eyes burned like twin suns.

The fallen god of wrath, Nerathiel.

He stepped forward with no hesitation and threw an arm around Seojun's shoulder, the way a proud uncle would greet a long-lost nephew.

"My dear boy!" Nerathiel said with a voice that shook the ground with laughter. "You finally decided to visit us all, huh?!"

Seojun gave a calm reply. "I always came here."

Nerathiel laughed even louder, giving him a slight shake. "Yeah, yeah — but only in that hidden corner where your little barrier keeps the demons out!" He pulled back to grin at him. "Don't think I didn't notice!"

Then, without missing a beat, Nerathiel turned toward the crowd — the demons, the lords, the guards, the children — all of them still stiff from the god's sudden arrival.

"Relax!" he roared cheerfully, raising both arms. "Continue the celebration! Don't act like I bit your tail! The Abyss Lord is here, not here to kill!"

The tension finally cracked as laughter followed.

The music started again, slower this time, but growing steadily.

Nerathiel leaned in and whispered to Seojun as they walked together through the feast.

"A lot has changed here," the fallen god said, his voice lower now. "Malara even built that giant castle just for you."

Behind them, Malara heard her name and bowed her head with quiet pride. The other lords followed the two in respectful silence, the crowd parting around them like the tide around a ship.

And still, from the shadows, the young Grimporc watched with sparkling eyes and whispered to his mother again.

"…He's even cooler than the stories."

Just as Nerathiel's deep laughter echoed once more, enjoying his stroll beside Seojun like an old friend with too much energy, Sireneth suddenly floated forward with a gentle spin, her long red hair flowing behind her like mist and perfume.

With a smile that was both sweet and dangerous, she placed herself directly between Seojun and Nerathiel — placing her hands firmly on Seojun's arm and gently pushing the wrathful god aside.

"Now, now," Sireneth said, voice smooth like a lullaby, "stop stealing him, Nerathiel."

With a soft hum, she wrapped her arms around Seojun's right arm and leaned in, eyes closing playfully. "You really should visit more often, Seojun," she whispered just loud enough for the nearby lords to hear. "Your demon clans keep growing… and many of the young ones have never even seen you before. They're starting to think you're just a legend."

Seojun simply said, "I'll try."

Malara, watching with mild amusement and hidden sighs, stepped forward and bowed slightly, gesturing toward the largest feast table under the banners.

"My lord, your table is prepared," she said.

Seojun walked ahead, still with Sireneth clinging to his arm, refusing to let go. She happily sat beside him the moment they reached the long stone table with Malara standing behind and Grimzard sat beside on othe other side of Seojun.

The rest of the high lords took their seats, and the food was finally being touched—until Kazrak, the red-maned lion demon lord of Bloodmane, broke the silence.

"It seems like you have business here, Lord Seojun," Kazrak said while folding his arms,

Seojun nodded once, his fingers calmly tracing the edge of his cup. "Yes. I need members for my guild."

At that, the table fell quiet. Zholga, her black snake lower body curling around her chair's leg, narrowed her glowing yellow eyes. She hissed gently, "You mean… in your realm?"

Vruk, the towering bull demon of Ironhoof, leaned forward, frowning slightly. "If you're looking for members, that only means… they'll get to live in the mortal realm, right?"

Seojun nodded again, Grimzark suddenly raised both hands and float upside down in the air, his silver hair dangling. "Me! Me! Choose me!" he shouted like an excited child.

Then, in a blink, he floated above Seojun's head, arms wrapping around it playfully.

Seojun grabbed Grimzark's arms, pulled him down gently, and sat him beside him like a kid misbehaving at the dinner table.

"No," Seojun said flatly, "I need lower-class demons."

Grimzark puffed his cheeks, clearly pouting. "But I can pretend! Look! Look! Don't I look like a kid from your realm?" he said while changing his expression to one of wide innocence, hands on his cheeks and eyes sparkling with fake cuteness.

Sireneth giggled behind her hand, "You fool, You're a Fallen God. You'll never gonna leave the abyss."

Malara, ever the composed one, "Then we shall help you gather the young and unassigned… the ones strong enough to enter your realm, and wise enough to serve."