Stray

The bottom of the Abyss was submerged in silence.

In the previous battle, Nemo stopped his breathing and heartbeat, and what poured into his ears at this moment was dead emptiness. Not long ago, Ulysses was still roaming around here, even if there were many bold superior demons who came to prey on the corpses, they wouldn’t be stupid enough to alarm the terrifying killing machine.

The silent darkness completely buried him, a feeling that Nemo was familiar with. He was free to peer into the thick darkness nearby, and he could sense that vast and infinite void around him. It was a pity that since the surface was assigned to Jesse Dylan, he could no longer monitor everything on the surface.

Nemo had once thought there wasn’t much difference.

Perception had never been about vision, and those tiny lives squirming in the distance didn’t have any color. From the moment he approached the sun and curled up his body, he never saw the real sunlight again.

Next came a mixture of deafness and blindness that blended into the eternal night. The vast majority of his own memories were faded into the background. If Nemo was happy, the body of the “Demon King” would stay motionless in place for a hundred years, and all perception was only used for thinking and calculation.

A day, a year, or decades in boundless darkness. In his perception, there used to be not much difference.

Now the situation had changed— The darkness in memory had never been so boring, and the time had never been so long.

Maybe this was a side effect of “emotions”.