Chapter 136-135- Abella's One Hundred Years of Solitude
Abella's One Hundred Years of Solitude began when the magic motorcycle was accidentally damaged on the way back to the Island of Ish.
This is actually unreasonable. After all, although her strength limit is locked, she is also a fourth-stage leader. Logically speaking, the return journey should be smooth sailing.
But the embarrassing thing was that on the way, she encountered the conflict between the two major forces of Yuanliu North Sea and Yuanliu South Sea. The leaders of the two legions were the "Iron Sea Dragon Beast" and "Night Touched Spirit" that Yvette had once named.
Since she had heard Commander Zi mention it before, she quickly recognized the identity of Steel Seadramon. He should be the strongest commander under the throne of the King of Sky and Sea. His huge semi-mechanical snake-like body is very iconic. His predecessor should be the "Underground Digger" from the Origin Civilization period, the unique super shield machine of Jinhen Chemical, which is said to be able to dig through the core of the earth.
Although she did not recognize the nightmare-touch demon spirit opposite her, she was most likely one of the strongest commanders under the King of the Abyss, otherwise she would not be qualified to fight against the Iron Seadramon.
So, even though she was on the edge of the battlefield, she was unlucky enough to be forced into the battle.
Fortunately, the magic motorcycle had been modified by its owner. Not only did it have thick armor, but it also had a magic barrier. After a struggle, she was able to escape.
However, she soon discovered that under the impact of the battle, the internal parts of the magic motorcycle seemed to have some problems. As soon as it reached the sea area around Ish Island, it broke down and soaked in water. She had to get off the car early and slowly push it onto the beach.
The situation was already a bit awkward at this point, because without the magic motorcycle, it would actually be difficult for her to return to the mainland, especially since Ish Island was located in the Yuanliu North Sea and she was a traitor to the Yuanliu North Sea, and the two sides were not in harmony.
However, at this time, she didn't know what would happen in the future, so she didn't take it seriously.
In her opinion, she was here to wait for her master to wake up, and once her master woke up, everything would be fine. What was there to worry about?
Then, she returned to her master's manor and stayed there peacefully for several years. During this period, she restored her strength to the peak of the fifth stage and launched a dimensionality reduction attack on all the descendants of gods on the entire island. She also visited the Abyss Base and studied her master's former residence, although she didn't find out anything.
Afterwards, she left the Abyss Base bored. As time went by, a feeling of emptiness began to emerge in her heart.
Her life here was quite promising at first. She would often go out to hunt the descendants of gods on the island and in the sea to provide nourishment for herself to reach the peak of the fifth level.
But the question is, what happens next?
If she wants to go further, she needs a sixth-level mother nest to assist in her promotion. Unfortunately, there is no mother nest on Ish Island, and even if there is, there are no resources to raise it to the sixth stage.
So, in the days that followed, what could she do on this deserted island?
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Soon, ten years passed.
As an immortal who could have an almost infinite lifespan by just eating, Abella didn't think 10 years was difficult to endure at first. She had been on Kuroshio Island and stayed in Water Tower Country with her master for several years, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
But now, on the island of Ish, she felt a genuine sense of unease. There were no mechs, no ice rain, no black dragon, and no master. Only a group of AI skeletons lacking authority and control. This feeling of loneliness, solitude, and lack of communication was something she had rarely experienced before.
And that white cocoon is also outrageous. She has been waiting for 10 years, but there is no movement at all, not even a progress bar. Who can bear this?
Abella was helpless, but there was nothing she could do. After all, she knew nothing about various technologies and was too lazy to learn. She couldn't understand the magic motorcycle that had been broken for 10 years, let alone repair it, so she couldn't leave even if she wanted to.
The only thing she could do now was to wait quietly, hoping that her master would emerge from the cocoon and become a butterfly tomorrow, taking her out of this sea cage.
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Tomorrow comes tomorrow.
Twenty years passed as I waited day by day.
At this time, Abella had already felt hopeless.
Compared to her quiet, robot-like and serious master, Abella discovered that she was a very social God-Heir. When she was in charge of Kux under the Purple Commander, she spent her free time gossiping with God-Heirs of the same level and bullying God-Heirs of lower levels than her for the pleasure of the strong humiliating the weak.
The reason why she acted extremely cold and aloof towards Yvette when they first met was simply because she thought it would make her look very stylish and at the same time intimidate her opponent so that he wouldn't know her true identity. She didn't expect that because she concealed it so well, Yvette regarded her as a "respectable opponent" and harassed her for several years.
Now she was locked up on this island where she had no one to communicate with. Occasionally she would find a few third-stage elite descendants of gods, who were all speechless and showed no emotional response when she was bullied. She was almost suffocated to death.
How is this different from going to jail?
No, when human criminals in the Origin Civilization period were in prison, they could still chat with their roommates and prison guards, but there was no living person on her side!
no!
She couldn't just sit there and wait for death, she had to save herself! She didn't want to play the loyal dog anymore, she just wanted to get out of this damn place and never come back!
What a shitty master, he slept for so long, she never wants to see him again!
So, one morning 25 years after Yvette fell asleep, Abella finally made up her mind and pushed open the door of the master's study on the third floor. She saw all kinds of knowledge books and handwritten notes on the bookshelf, which were as dazzling as the sun.
This was the purpose of her trip.
She wanted to borrow the books here to learn all kinds of knowledge related to the magic motorcycle, repair the car, and then use it to cross the sea and escape from this hellish place.
Although she had tried this kind of thing in the past and failed as expected, that was 15 years ago. At that time, she did not have the determined eyes and ambition to learn how to repair cars like she does now.
She is two completely different people today than she was in the past!
Thinking of this, she took a deep breath, picked up a copy of "Fundamentals of Magical Engineering" with a determined look, brought it to the large living room downstairs, and began to read and study it seriously, enjoying the feeling of swimming in the ocean of knowledge, and felt that she had seen a future full of hope.
Half an hour later, she lay on the table and fell asleep peacefully.
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Abela's learning journey lasted for five years - at least in name only - but eventually, because of something, he suddenly had an epiphany and chose to give up at the speed of light.
This enlightenment does not mean that she is making excuses to be lazy or too stupid to learn.
But she suddenly thought that she had been playing the role of a loyal dog waiting for her master to wake up for 30 years. If she learned how to repair the car and drove it to the mainland as soon as she got there, and her master woke up, then wouldn't her previous 30 years in prison be in vain?
Who can bear this?
Therefore, with infinite sorrow, a little bit of relief and joy, she put the book "Fundamentals of Magical Engineering" back with a helpless look on her face.
Of course, there must be other rune books and magic notes in the master's study. Even if I don't learn car repair, can I complete other magical knowledge here?
this!
Actually, that doesn’t work.
Because her learning ideas were the same as Dugrabi's at the beginning. She only learned the ready-made techniques that her master instilled in her. She had to delve into, design and optimize the original techniques on her own. There was too much knowledge to fill in the gaps, which was almost equivalent to starting from scratch. It would be better to wait for her master to wake up and feed her the ready-made techniques. That would be much easier.
then……
The days have returned to the starting point.
She began to wander around the island aimlessly every day, occasionally bullying the weak descendants of gods to entertain herself.
However, the good times did not last long. After giving up the idea of studying, she still had nothing to do. The feeling of boredom, loneliness and emptiness enveloped her again and began to torture her spirit, until the heartstrings in her head were slowly stretched to the limit.
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The time came to the fiftieth year.
On a cloudy morning, Abella walked on the dew-covered weeds and came to the open lawn in the center of the manor. She looked at the huge white cocoon with a gloomy expression.
She was a completely different person now than she had been fifty years before. Her long, dark hair, once as smooth as black silk, was now dull and lifeless, like a web of gauze crumpled by the sea breeze, knotted in knots. Her face was stained from unknown sources, a streak of gray, a streak of green. Her robes were so frayed that their original color was unrecognizable. Wherever she passed, the air was filled with a foul, musty smell.
Only her eyes were still bright, but compared to the past, they had become much emptier, no longer as charming and seductive as before, and she seemed to be on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Of course, she thought she had no mental problems, but that living alone for a long time had made her too lazy to care about her personal image, and then she became so unkempt, just like some sloppy artists who lived alone and created in seclusion.
She didn't think what she was planning to do was crazy. She just wanted to use her unique corrosive magic to break the white cocoon and help her master wake up early.
She even had her own logic to support this - the normal promotion process definitely did not require a 50-year dormancy, and something must have gone wrong with the master for this to happen.
She might be hoping someone can help her break the cage and rescue her. If she can wake up her master, not only will she not be scolded, but she will also be considered to have done a great job in protecting him.
Thinking of this, Abella felt that it was reasonable, and her thoughts suddenly became clear, and a morbid smile appeared on her face.
Then she gathered her black magic power and began to bombard the white cocoons in the manor. While attacking madly, she also let out a neurotic laugh. In a trance, she seemed to have seen hope of escaping from the sea of suffering.
But after the smoke and dust cleared, she never expected that the corrosive magic that had posed a threat to the master's pure white touch in the past had been output to the white cocoon for such a long time without leaving even a trace on it.
Abella was stunned.
This was the last resort she could think of. She even subconsciously admitted that this move was extremely suicidal. She didn't want to use it unless it was absolutely necessary. Otherwise, if she angered her master, who knew if she would be turned into food by her master.
However, what she could not have imagined was that as a fifth-level lord in peak condition, she gave it her all but failed to even damage the white cocoon's fur!
What is going on? Is the Master truly a normal heir of God? Why does this feel so strange?
Abella had no idea what was going on, but one thing she could be sure of was that she was now completely helpless except to continue waiting.
…
Just like that, after failing to "help" her owner escape, Abella was completely desperate.
She suspected that her master had died in the cocoon, and her waiting here was no different from being imprisoned in a circle.
But if you ask her to pick up her car repair skills again and read the book "Fundamentals of Magical Engineering" again, she will feel that the situation is not that hopeless yet.
And objectively speaking, cars are not as easy to repair now as they were 50 years ago.
Regardless of the cause of the failure that ultimately destroyed the heavily modified Magic Motorcycle, it had now been weathered by the elements for years. Years of erosion from the sea breeze had left the entire vehicle on the verge of falling apart. Repairing it would be no different from rebuilding a new one, with the learning curve exponentially increasing.
At this time, Abela would think that her master seemed to have learned all the knowledge on this island before leaving. It sounds incredible.
As expected, there must be a reason why the master can become the master. If she falls into my hands in the future, I will let her be my technical consultant. She can only work as a maid part-time.
Abella began to daydream, then felt that this was not enough, so she returned to the room, picked up a pen and paper, and began to write.
At this time, she suddenly realized that writing could also be an important means of killing boring time, and her future ambition was to become a monarch, reverse the master-servant status, and turn the master into her servant. So since she was idle anyway, she might as well plan in advance what she would do in the future to take revenge and discipline severely.
In an instant, it was as if an epiphany opened her eyes. On this boring, lonely and empty island, Abella seemed to have found new hope for life and began her cultural and creative career. She wrote down all possible situations that might occur after her future ambitions were realized in her notebook. She said she was planning for the future, but in fact she was basically just entertaining herself.
As for the content, sometimes it is about the domineering monarch Abella and the tsundere maid Yvette, sometimes it is a variety of non-human PLAY, most of which involve white tentacles, or role-playing in various world views.
It can’t be said to be ambitious, but it is also unsightly, full of indescribable oppression.
Thus, time crawled by in a cycle of ink bottles drying up and then filling up again, a quill pen wearing down its tip and being replaced with a new one. As the years passed, Abella, now a writer of erotica, gradually came to accept this method as a way to stabilize her shaky spiritual world.
She still mechanically inspected the increasingly lush medicinal field that no one shared; occasionally replenished the magic power of the nearly dried-up energy storage center; in her spare time, she would check whether there were any new third-level gods on the island of Ish. If there were, she would go over and ravage them, absorbing the little bit of twisted and morbid happiness from their twisted struggles and silent screams of pain, and transform it into the creative motivation for her short essays, so that she could write more, longer, and more imaginative great plots.
In this lonely creative career, snowflakes of paper and thick notes accumulated more and more on the round wooden table on the first floor.
At first she tried to cover it up in case her master woke up one day and she didn't have time to hide, which would be the end of her.
But in the long years measuring ten years, this caution was ultimately no match for the erosion of time and the relaxation of her heart. She began to pile these painstaking works on the table casually. Occasionally, when she felt tired, she would curl up on the soft sofa beside her and take a short nap, letting the wind and rain blow outside the window.
In this way, before anyone knew it, a hundred years had passed since Yvette turned into a white cocoon.
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It was a winter afternoon. In the pale sky of Ish City, fine white snow fell silently like falling powdered sugar.
Inside the manor, Abella, dressed in a dull black and white outfit, looking like a homebody, gently closed the windows, shutting out the cold draft. The pine logs in the fireplace were happily burning, the orange flames filling the spacious living room with cozy warmth.
At this moment, she had just finished writing a short story that was so brilliant that even she couldn't help but applaud her own talent. Although it was as dazzling and depressing as ever, filled with indescribable fantasies and twisted desire for domination, the beautiful writing style could completely offset the vulgar parts in it - at least that's what she thought.
Then, she stretched comfortably, lay down on the sofa next to her, curled up her long, white legs as usual, and began her regular daily nap.
The warmth of the fire gently enveloped her, and sleepiness washed over her like a tide. The air around her was silent, with only the crackling of the charred wood in the flames, as comforting as every moment that had passed.
but……
Just a few minutes after she fell asleep, something unusual finally happened to the huge white cocoon on the snow outside the window, which had withstood a hundred years of wind and frost and remained motionless.
A tiny crack that Abella had been looking forward to for countless days and nights began to spread on the white cocoon, spreading rapidly.
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