Infinite System Inheritor Return From The Abyss - Chapter 271

Chapter 271: Chapter 270: Your thrones will shake
Zeus’s patience finally wore off. He stood up from his grand throne, his presence alone shaking the entire divine hall. A powerful surge of mana erupted from his body, filling the air with unbearable pressure.

Zyraena gasped as the weight of his energy crashed onto her. Her legs trembled before she finally collapsed to her knees. It felt like an invisible force was pushing her down, making it hard to even lift her head.

“Now, tell me, Zyraena,” Zeus commanded, his deep voice echoing through the grand hall. “What did you do?”

Zyraena gritted her teeth, her body struggling under the crushing pressure. Each breath she took felt heavy, as if the air itself was pressing against her lungs. She tried to speak, but only a faint whisper came out.

“I… I did…” she forced out, but her voice broke. The energy around her tightened, making her vision blur.

Zeus narrowed his eyes. “Speak properly, Zyraena! What did you do?” His words carried divine authority, making the other gods watch in silence.

Zyraena clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She knew she had to answer, but she couldn’t reveal Seojun’s identity. She took a deep breath, fighting through the pressure, and finally spoke.

“Nothing…”

A silence filled the hall. Zeus’s golden eyes burned with fury. The air around him crackled with divine power, as if a storm was about to be unleashed.

“Nothing?” he repeated,

Zyraena met his gaze, determination flickering in her eyes despite her weakened state. “I… did nothing… that broke… our laws,” she said, her voice strained but firm.

The gods around them murmured, some doubtful, others curious.

Zeus clenched his jaw. “Then how do you explain this?” He gestured above, and once again, the image of Seojun standing before the world appeared. The mysterious S-rank, revealing himself to the public.

Zyraena bit her lip, sweat forming on her forehead.

Suddenly, a glow of blue light appeared in the middle of the grand hall, radiating a mysterious energy. The gods turned their attention to it, their expressions shifting from curiosity to caution.

Zeus frowned, his golden eyes narrowing. “And who are you to interfere?” he asked, his voice laced with authority.

Zyraena, still kneeling on the ground, looked up at the glowing orb. Her eyes widened in shock as she recognized the presence. She muttered under her breath, “System…?”

The blue light pulsed slightly before a voice echoed from within. “I have a name, Zyraena.”

Before she could respond, another god stood up from his seat. The towering figure of Odin. He stroked his beard before speaking.

Odin exhaled sharply, leaning forward. “No one has heard from you in ages. After the punishment you received, I thought you had perished. And now… you reappear in this form?”

The blue light pulsed, seemingly unfazed. “I was punished, yes. Stripped of my divinity, cast into a lower existence. But I did not perish.”

The gods murmured among themselves. Typhon—once a god, now reduced to… what? A mere fragment of power?

Poseidon scoffed, his trident tapping against the floor. “You nearly led humanity to extinction, and now you return in this state? For what purpose?”

Zeus’ patience wore thin as his divine energy flared again. “Enough riddles. Speak your reason for interfering, or I will erase what remains of you.”

The blue light, or rather, Typhon, hummed before answering. “I am here because you are making a mistake.”

Zeus’ eyes darkened. “A mistake?”

Typhon’s glow pulsed as he continued. “You are about to punish Zyraena for something she has not done. And in doing so, you will bring ruin to something far greater than you can imagine.”

The gods stiffened. Odin leaned back, intrigued. “And what, exactly, is this ‘something greater’?”

Typhon did not answer immediately. Instead, he pulsed again—and above them, the air shimmered. A divine projection flickered to life.

There, frozen in time, was the image of the press conference on Earth.

And standing in the center of it all— A man with white hair, a mask covering the lower half of his face.

Seojun.

Zeus’ expression darkened as he clenched his fists.

Typhon’s voice echoed throughout the hall. “The one you seek to judge… is the one who holds the balance of this era.”

Typhon,” Vishnu said, his voice calm but firm. “It has been a long time since you last appeared. What is your connection to Zyraena? Did you help her interfere with the mortal world?”

Typhon glowed slightly, as if amused. “I act on my own, Lord Vishnu. I do not serve any god, nor do I need permission to exist.”

Zeus narrowed his eyes, his patience running out. “That is not an answer.” His voice rumbled with power. “What have you done?”

Odin stroked his beard, studying Typhon closely. “You have been silent for so long. Why show yourself now? Are you protecting Zyraena?”

Poseidon crossed his arms, leaning forward. “Or are you protecting someone else?”

Zyraena, still kneeling, clenched her fists. The gods were skilled at forcing the truth out of others—one wrong word could mean disaster.

But Typhon remained calm. “Zyraena and I are not allies. She acts on her own, and so do I.”

Vishnu’s eyes darkened. “Then why are you here? If you have nothing to do with her, why interfere?”

Typhon let out a soft hum. “Because this trial is unfair. You judge without proof, without truly understanding what is happening in the mortal world.”

Zeus scoffed, his divine power sparking in the air. “You dare question our judgment?”

Typhon’s glow brightened, showing no fear. “I question how gods who claim to be wise fail to see what is happening right before them.”

A heavy silence filled the hall. The gods looked at each other, realizing there was more to this than they first thought.

Vishnu, still calm, finally spoke. “Then tell us, Typhon… if not Zyraena, who are you really protecting?”

“Since my punishment, I have remained silent, watching as the world changed. I was stripped of my power and turned into nothing more than a book—a record of history, a relic of the past. And yet, through generations, a single family has carried me, passing me down, protecting my existence.”

The gods listened closely as Typhon continued.

“I am here now because the one I protect is that man,” he said, and with a flicker of blue light, the frozen image of the mortal press conference appeared again—the masked S-rank standing before the world.

Zeus narrowed his eyes. “Are you saying that this human is your successor?”

Typhon’s glow flickered slightly, as if deep in thought. “Successor? No. But he is the culmination of something that began long before your judgment halls ever turned their eyes to him.”

Odin’s expression darkened. “Then how does Zyraena fit into this? What has she done?”

Typhon hesitated for a moment before answering. “Zyraena… used him.”

The gods turned their eyes to the kneeling goddess. She gritted her teeth but did not deny it.

Typhon continued, his voice steady. “Five hundred years. That is how long she kept him in the Abyss, using his abilities to reclaim a realm for herself. She saw what no one else did—his potential, his unnatural strength—and she made sure to keep him away from your watchful eyes.”

Gasps filled the grand hall. Even those who had been silent until now showed their shock.

Vishnu frowned. “You are saying this mortal spent five hundred years in the Abyss? That is impossible. No human could survive such a thing.”

Typhon’s glow flared. “Then explain how he stands there today, stronger than even your chosen ones.”

Zeus clenched his fists. “So it was you, Zyraena. You took him and turned him into… that?”

Zyraena remained silent, sweat trailing down her forehead.

Typhon let out a soft hum. “Because what he has become… is something not even the gods can fully comprehend. And now that the world sees him, your judgment may come too late.”

A heavy silence filled the hall as the gods absorbed his words.

Then Typhon spoke again, his voice filled with something deeper—certainty.

“This man will not stop where he stands now. His growth is endless. His limits do not exist as yours do. He will only rise higher and higher, beyond anything you have ever seen.”

Some gods exchanged uneasy glances. Others frowned, their divine presence flickering with tension.

“This existence should not remain for long,” one deity finally muttered.

Another spoke, their voice sharper. “If he truly has no limit, then his very presence is dangerous. He may bring balance now, but what happens when he surpasses even the gods?”

Typhon’s glow pulsed with amusement. “Are you afraid?”

The gods flinched at his words.

Typhon chuckled. “You claim to be the highest beings, yet you fear a single man who has not even reached his full potential.”

Zeus’ face darkened. “Watch your words, Typhon.”

Typhon’s voice did not waver. “You fear that one day, his existence will surpass yours. And when that day comes… your thrones will shake.”

The hall filled with tension so thick it felt suffocating. The gods, who once judged with absolute confidence, now faced something beyond their control. And for the first time in ages… they hesitated.