Made In Abyss Light Novels & Stories

“Go out and take a closer look at the advertisement outside our store, sir. Is 900 million written there? If the Abyss is worth merely 900 million, everyone should just sell all their assets to buy it first. They’ll be earning big bucks after they get it!” “It’s not 900 million?” Frowning, Fane walked out; the two pretty saleswoman tailed after him. He looked at the price tag, scanning through the chain of ‘0’s right after the digit 9. He silently counted the zeroes twice, and shock suddenly seized him. “It’s nine billion! Seems like my mother-in-law miscounted and missed a zero there!” “Why don’t you take a look at our other merchandise, sir? It’s clear that you can afford it, and we carry

The water here was completely clear of debris, illuminated by an blinding, terrifying blue light. Cord pulled the levers back, slowing the Bell to a hovering halt. My breath hitched in my throat. In the dead center of the plaza sat the engine of the Abyssal Tide. It wasn't a creature. It was a machine. But it wasn't built of iron or steam. It was an inverted Deep Node, constructed entirely of hyper-compressed, absolute-zero ice and dark abyssal rock.

"Mister, your legs have remained mobile for quite some time. It may cause muscular dystrophy. You need to have a massage every day." Larissa started off by massaging Ambrose's legs. After warming up, she took out the specially crafted long needles from her bag. "I had these needles custom-made, but I still find that it's lacking something. However, they're already made by the best craftsman in Ambrollum City. When we go to Jaedornia in the future, I'll find someone else to make them."

I was weak. I reached out. I found a fishing knife. I heated the blade with the lighter. "I am going to cut the core," I hissed. "The Abyss must release the poison." Rian heard the word cut. His immense strength stopped. He went rigid. He knew the action was necessary. AI placed the blade on the black tissue. I cut hard. I created a large, draining incision. The black fluid poured out. It was thick. It was putrid. It stained the metal floor.

He asks and I nod without opening my eyes. "What do you see around you?" he continues. "There are mountains. I am in a cabin, filled with books and warm beverages and good food. I am in comfortable clothes and it rains a lot," I say completely immersed in my fantasy. "Then, that's where you go," he says and I open my eyes.

The world didn’t go dark. It went negative. Anji drifted through a spectrum of colors that didn’t have names. His consciousness wasn't tethered to a body; he was a stream of jagged sensory data tumbling through a canyon of pulsing, luminescent fiber. This was the Abyss—the substrate level of the M-ESSENCE. It wasn't just code; it was the prehistoric echo of an ancient, adaptive organism that Sutherland had scraped from a deep-sea hydrothermal vent and force-fed into a, hyper-connected server farm.

The battlefield fell into stunned silence. The monstrous body that had once belonged to Lucien collapsed to its knees, empty and lifeless. The darkness had abandoned its vessel. Now it stood on its own. The true Abyss. It had no face. No eyes. Only an endless mouth stretching across its head, filled with rows of crimson fire that shifted like living teeth. Its body was formed from pure darkness, taller than mountains, broader than kingdoms. Every movement caused the sky to crack, as if the world itself could no longer contain its existence.

His cold eyes remained, yet his lips slowly curved into a devilish smirk. Let's see if you can still say those words at our next meeting, Vestian. "Whoever fights with monster should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster and if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you," Celestin stated a quote out of the blue. "Remember my favorite quote I used to tell you, father?" "What the heck are you talking about, you futile child?"

He paused, then added, "There's something else. Your weapon – you'll need to add a light crystal to it if you want it to be effective." "A light crystal?" I had no idea what he was talking about. "Light crystals absorb and store energy. They can amplify the power of any weapon, especially ones that aren't... professionally made." His meaning was clear – my scrap metal creation needed all the help it could get. Of course it does. "Where would I even get something like that?" "There's a crystal shop in town. They're not cheap, but they're essential for serious combat." I felt a surge of gratitude toward him. He's giving me information that could actually save my life. "Thank you, Cayden. Reall