[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

35: The King of Clouds 04

A second later, he felt an icy hand snake up behind his shoulders, and precisely and accurately pinch the back of his neck. A jolt of electrical current surged up from his tailbone, making him tremble uncontrollably.

Zong Yan: ! ! !

It was the exact opposite of a wonderful experience.

For cats, the scruff of the neck was absolutely taboo territory. Of course, it wasn't a wonderful spot for humans either.

Zong Yan instinctively wanted to grab the back of his neck. But the moment he looked up and saw the amusement in Tawil's eyes, he knew that nothing at all was actually touching him.

It was only on the psychic level.

What was even more terrifying was that the sensation of being seized at his most vital point continued drilling ever deeper into his mind. Obviously, the function of the alchemical formation was to converge the insight ability of the Monarchs, then use the seventh Monarch's prophetic powers to deduce more of the future. But before that could happen, Zong Yan had to completely open up his insight to Tawil without restriction.

Zong Yan acted like a man who'd touched a live wire. He jerked his hands away with shaking fingers.

"?"

The other two Monarchs looked up at him. Si Yan pursed his lips even tighter.

Zong Yan didn't appear to be in a good state. His face went horribly pale. He was white as a sheet.

"Sorry, I need to use the bathroom."

He didn't wait for anyone to react. He stumbled to the nearby bathroom, locked the door behind him, and stood in front of the sink splashing cold water on his face.

The psychic link had only lasted a few seconds, but it gave Zong Yan the illusion that his soul was in the other party's grasp.

No matter what, Zong Yan couldn't open his mind to an evil god without reservation. Of that he had no doubt.

Tawil could tamper with reality at will, distort perception, and forcibly insert himself into events without revealing any flaws for other people to notice. Zong Yan had only escaped by chance. There was no way he'd willingly crawl back into the cage where he'd been hoodwinked before. Otherwise the other party would meddle with his mind and make him think he was a loyal follower of Yog-Sothoth, like a total joke.

He didn't believe Tawil would give information to humanity out of the kindness of his heart. If an evil god did something like that out of nowhere, it had to be part of a scheme. He was either planning something or enjoying a good show. Either way, there was something behind it.

What the hell was going on? Could the return of the stars caused by Ghroth have some kind of effect on the evil gods?

Zong Yan quickly rejected this explanation. After all, Yog-Sothoth's body was located outside the dimensions of time and space. The universe itself could collapse and it would have nothing to do with him.

Everything from beginning to end was under Tawil's control. If he didn't want humans to know where the calamity would occur, they could get five Monarchs and it wouldn't make a difference.

The countdown in the room outside had now reached forty minutes.

Zong Yan had been in the bathroom for fifteen minutes, and the alchemical pattern on the table had vanished.

The faces of Si Yan and Commander Si didn't look so good either. The extraction of insight power was exhausting for them.

"Connect to the teleconference and contact the Spire Council."