Infinite System Inheritor Return From The Abyss - Chapter 272

Chapter 272: Chapter 271: that buys him time
Zyraena groaned as she lay slumped over the table, her forehead pressed against the smooth surface. Her long silver hair was messy, and frustration was clear on her face.

Across from her, a small white squirrel sat comfortably, nibbling on some nuts. Its fluffy tail twitched lazily as it looked at her with amusement.

“Why did you say that?!” Zyraena snapped, lifting her head just enough to glare at the squirrel—Typhon, who had temporarily taken this tiny form.

Typhon didn’t even pause in his eating. “If it weren’t for me, you’d still be stuck in there,” he said casually.

“Argh! You!” Zyraena groaned, grabbing her hair in frustration. “Now my punishment is even worse! I didn’t even need your help!”

Typhon flicked his tail, still looking relaxed. “Oh? And what exactly would you have done? Talked your way out while Zeus was seconds away from blasting you into dust?”

“I was handling it!” Zyraena shot back, sitting up straight.

Typhon tilted his little head. “Oh really? Because from where I was watching, it looked like you were about to choke on your own words.”

Zyraena scowled. “I would have figured something out!”

Typhon let out a small chuckle. “Sure, sure. And yet, here you are, sulking like a child.”

Zyraena groaned loudly and slammed her forehead back onto the table. “You’re the worst,” she mumbled.

Typhon hopped onto the table, getting closer. “And yet, thanks to me, the gods won’t lay a hand on Seojun or interfere with him. You should be thanking me.”

Zyraena lifted her head just enough to glare at him again. “Thank you? For what? You basically told them to watch him like hungry vultures!”

Typhon smirked—or at least, as much as a squirrel could smirk. “I simply gave them something to think about. Now they won’t act unless Seojun grows into a real threat. That buys him time.”

Zyraena clicked her tongue. “Tch. And what about me? I got a worse punishment because of you!”

Typhon waved his tiny paw. “Oh please, a little restriction never hurt anyone.”

Zyraena gritted her teeth. “I swear, if I wasn’t under punishment, I’d—!”

Typhon interrupted, munching on another nut. “You’d what? Complain some more?”

Zyraena let out a frustrated yell before collapsing onto the table again.

Typhon only flicked his tail smugly. “You should relax. You’re going to be here for a long time.”

Zyraena groaned into the table. “I hate you so much right now.”

Typhon chuckled. “You’ll get over it.”

Typhon sat comfortably on the table, his tiny white squirrel form looking smug as he nibbled on another nut. He flicked his tail and said casually, “You’re lucky, you know.”

Zyraena, still slumped over the table, groaned. “Lucky? How am I lucky?!”

Typhon chuckled. “Oh, come on. All you got was some restrictions. No leaving, no interfering, no using divine power unless necessary. It could’ve been much worse.”

Zyraena shot him a glare. “Much worse? How?”

Typhon tilted his head. “Well… what do you think would’ve happened if they knew the truth?”

Zyraena frowned. “What truth?”

Typhon smirked. “That you’re not actually Zyraena… but Echidna. That you stole that body.”

Zyraena’s eyes widened in shock. “You—!” Before he could say another word, she smacked him off the table.

Typhon tumbled onto the floor with a small squeak but quickly landed on his paws. He looked up at her with amusement. “Tsk, tsk. Violent, aren’t we?”

Zyraena’s face was red with anger as she pointed at him. “Your filthy mouth! And I didn’t steal this body! I just… woke up, and I was here, okay?!”

Typhon stretched lazily. “Sure, sure. But do you think the other gods would believe that?”

Zyraena clenched her fists. “Tch… I don’t care what they think.”

Typhon grinned. “Good. Because if they ever find out, you won’t be ‘lucky’ anymore.”

Zyraena crossed her arms and looked away, fuming.

Typhon just chuckled. “Well, enjoy your punishment, Echidna—oh wait, I mean ‘Zyraena’~.”

Zyraena threw a cup at him but avoided. “Shut up!”

Before Zyraena could react Typhon left and the little squirrel back to it’s normal state leaped toward her, landing softly on her shoulder. She sighed and instinctively stroked its fur. “That guy…”

A deep voice suddenly interrupted. “Who’s ‘that guy’?”

Zyraena stiffened and turned her head. Standing behind her was a tall figure, his piercing golden eyes locked onto her.

She immediately straightened and nodded respectfully. “God Zarion, you’re here. Well, I’ll be leaving now—”

Just as she was about to walk away, Zarion grabbed her wrist.

“Leaving? I don’t think so,” Zarion said, his grip firm but not harsh. “I heard an interesting rumor. The former god of monsters—Typhon—suddenly appeared… and took your side.”

Zyraena frowned. “And?”

Zarion’s expression darkened. “How do you know him?”

Zyraena stayed silent.

Zarion narrowed his eyes. “Are you connected to his wife? To Echidna?”

Zyraena’s lips twitched, but she kept a calm face. “That’s a strange thing to ask, God Zarion.”

Zarion stepped closer. “Strange? You’ve always avoided questions about the past. And now, Typhon—a god who vanished ages ago—returns for you? Tell me, what exactly are you hiding?”

Zyraena forced a polite smile. “With all due respect, God Zarion, I believe you’re overthinking things.”

Zarion scoffed. “Overthinking? Or are you just avoiding the truth?”

He fired off more questions. “Did Echidna leave something with you? Why does Typhon protect you? What are you planning?”

Zyraena sighed, patience running thin. “God Zarion, I suggest you stop.”

But Zarion kept going. “If you’re connected to Echidna, then—”

Smack!

A loud sound echoed as Zyraena slapped the back of his head.

Zarion froze.

Zyraena crossed her arms and glared at him. “I told you to stop. Are you investigating or interrogating me?”

Zarion turned back to her, shocked. “You just hit me.”

“I smacked you,” Zyraena corrected. “Because you were stepping out of line.”

Zarion rubbed the back of his head. “That actually hurt…”

Zyraena sighed again. “Listen, you’re the god of monsters, right? So act like it. If you keep acting like a nosy investigator, I will smack you again.”

Zarion narrowed his eyes. “Tch. Fine. But this isn’t over.”

Zyraena waved him off. “Yeah, yeah. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have more important things to do.”

Zyraena walked away quickly, but her face showed clear regret. She bit her lip, glancing at her hand as if it had betrayed her.

‘Why did I hit him?’ she thought, feeling frustrated. ‘My hands just acted on their own…’ She stole a glance behind her. Zarion was still rubbing the back of his head,

Should I apologize? she wondered, feeling conflicted.

But then she shook her head. ‘No! He was being annoying. He deserved it… right?’