Abyssal Rain Season

Rumble, rumble.

Swish, swish...

The Abyssal Rain that had brewed for a long time finally arrived, which also marked the arrival of the Abyssal Rain Season. It ended the drought climate that had lasted for as long as three years. The Abyssal Rain would continue without a break for a whole week. As for what the weather would be like after a week, that depended entirely on the mood of the great old man himself, the Abyss.

However, it was generally three years of drought followed by a week of rainy season, then another three years of drought. Yet in Er Dongsheng's memories, there would sometimes be a few months of super cold weather mixed in, with snow falling and things like that, just to spice up the atmosphere.

When Er Dongsheng first arrived in this body, the rainy season had already ended. With the intelligence of that body's original owner, he simply never thought to store water resources or anything of the sort, muddling through more than a dozen years just like that. To that fellow, having water or not made no difference, but this drove Er Dongsheng to misery, as he endured three whole years of a waterless life.

Although most Demons hardly needed water at all—especially an Abyssal Species of his type, for whom getting moisture from ordinary food was quite enough—the crux of the matter was that he possessed a human soul. He wanted to drink meat soup, he wanted to drink bone soup, and he wanted even more to drink nameless bird egg soup, yet, ah, ah, ah, he simply had no water.

He wanted a bath even more. Although he had discovered very early on that the grayish scales all over his body had extremely formidable self-cleaning abilities and didn't really need a bath to stay clean, he still wanted to take a bath.

Pity that over the past three years he had also ventured out to search for water sources, but held back by the factor of his strength, he didn't dare go far. Taking the cave as his baseline, he walked twelve or thirteen days in each of the four cardinal directions of east, west, south, and north, yet still saw no legendary lakes or rivers. So he had no choice but to give up and return to the cave, waiting until his strength was formidable to continue exploring.

He stood not far from the cave entrance, his whole body drenched in the rain, holding a small wooden basin in his hands with a stone food basin placed at his feet. Called a wooden basin and a stone basin, they were actually just a large piece of wood or stone with the center hollowed out to form a basin.

The wooden shed was used to catch a bit of rainwater to satisfy his cravings, drink, and make soup. As for the stone basin, he wanted to catch some water to take back, boil it, and soak in a hot bath.

Glug, glug. After drinking several large mouthfuls of water, the sensation of hunger and thirst caused by long-term water deprivation vanished without a trace.

It felt truly wonderful, surging through his entire body from top to bottom. You never appreciate what you have until you lose it. For three whole years—or rather, to put it in his memories, this body hadn't drunk water this refreshingly in over a dozen years.

Speaking of age, Abyssal Species creatures, whether ordinary creatures or Abyssal Species, were long-lived races. Without external forces, living for several thousand years was quite normal. In any case, the Abyss had seen all sorts of ways to die, except for anyone dying of old age naturally.

There was such a legend in the Abyss: long, long ago, a great Demon Lord led a huge crowd of Demons and Abyssal Species to slaughter their way into the Sunlight Plane, where they ran into a creature that supposedly mastered the laws of time called a Deity. After killing numerous Demons, this formidable fellow discarded most of his life and cast a magic called Time Prison upon the Demon Lord. It was said that creatures imprisoned within it would rapidly drain away their remaining lifespan.

Then, and then there was no then. People only knew that the Demon Lord looked at that fellow with extreme astonishment and asked, "What on earth were you just doing? Self-mutilation?"

The Deity vomited blood and died.

Although this might be a joke, the fact that Abyssal creatures possessed long lives was an undeniable truth.

Put that way, a dozen-year-old Er Dongsheng was merely a young and tiny fellow who had just been born.

Those formidable Demons of the Abyss were all solitary creatures, and even those tiny fellows were no exception. Er Dongsheng was just this type of Demon, living almost entirely alone for over a dozen years based on his memories, so he had no way of knowing how the outside world fared right now.

Feeling that boiling hot water was too much trouble, Er Dongsheng directly moved the stone basin next to the fire, hugged the fire, and lay down inside the stone basin. For some reason, he always felt that he somewhat liked flames while also hating water.

I suppose it's because I haven't seen water in a long time!

Soaking comfortably in the water, the current brushed against his body, fine and smooth like a young girl's hand gently caressing him, and the slight aversion that had existed just moments before was instantly cast behind his head.

Fucking amazing, this is what I call living!