[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

28: The Night Watchman 11

"Good. What do you want as a reward?"

The words almost, but not quite, drove Zong Yan to exasperation.

He'd barely managed to mobilize every single brain cell in a very short period while dancing on the edge of death, and he had no idea why, but he was even forced to stare at the actual body of Yog-Sothoth, so that right now his back was soaking wet with sweat. But the other party just nonchalantly asked, What do you want as a reward?

Zong Yan: "Any reward? Then how about letting me graduate?"

Tawil narrowed his eyes. "As your advisor, I can't be so irresponsible. If I were to let you graduate now, there's a good chance you'd be in danger from otherworldly creatures in the future."

Oh, come on. Now you're role-playing some kind of sense of responsibility? What a bare-faced con.

Zong Yan chuckled. "For an evil god you're really devoted to the future development of the human occult world."

But as he spoke, he suddenly got an idea. "How about this, Your Holiness Yog-Sothoth? I could use some physics knowledge.

"Oh, I mean, all I need is physics for senior year three. I don't need too much, namely, the kind that would explode a human brain."

Seeing Tawil's smiling face, Zong Yan immediately added conditions.

He hadn't forgotten that the evil god in front of him liked to cram his followers with knowledge so enthusiastically that their brain capacity burst and turned them into vegetables.

"Only my believers are eligible to receive my knowledge. I can give you a pile of 《Five Years of College Entrance Exams, Three Years of Simulations》 or the 《Wang Hou Xiong》 series."

The gray-haired, golden-eyed man gave a smile, and his pale, slender fingers slowly drifted across the edge of his white robe, with a subtle hint of freehand brushwork. "Or—do you intend to become my follower?"

Zong Yan: ...

It's not impossible. I can pretend to convert, then apostatize after I get what I want.

But he was sitting in front of the god himself right now, and he'd once said something similar to Senior Tawil. He didn't dare repeat it.

So the Night Watchman ended the conversation and silently returned his eyes to the stage.

Meanwhile, the performance proceeded. But the wailing and screaming of countless souls were almost unbearable for Zong Yan.

What was even more terrifying was that as he listened carefully he realized those souls weren't screaming in pain, but crying with excitement. This was the pious worship of the faithful.

"Carcosa! The glorious, ancient kingdom of Carcosa! My lord, the King in Yellow, I present my soul to you. Open the gates of life and death and lead me to your kingdom."

There was no doubt about it. Although untold numbers of people had died here, they weren't the same as the souls in the tower. These people had died of their own free will, voluntarily giving their blood, building the foundation with their bones, constructing the stage with their flesh, singing and sacrificing their souls.

The guard on the stage, Bremchas, sang in a loud voice, "Behold! For the spire of Carcosa, which rises up beneath the moon, is our only home!"

Although the dead couldn't be heard by ordinary people, they joined their voices joyously with the play, like a ghostly danse macabre.

Zong Yan was horrified to hear it, and his worry for Wang KeMing and Edward grew more and more intense.

The smell of blood was so strong here that he didn't know how many people had been murdered by the Order of Feasters, bewitched and then pushed into the fire.