[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

83: R'lyeh 07

Sure enough, in the years that followed, no one resembling Randolph Carter ever visited this place again.

Tawil's face had no expression. He simply looked at the gate that represented the ultimate wisdom of the universe, and the stone door silently opened under the eyes of the evil god.

The door obeyed its master.

Behind the stone gate was a space that had no name. A sea of stars drifted in the silence, and disorderly fragments of space and time bloomed and were rapidly extinguished. Each fragment represented the final disappearance of a civilization in the long river of time.

If another intelligent creature had been present, it wouldn't have been able to see any of this. Their minds would have been invaded by the chaotic fragments of space-time, and they'd eventually lose themselves in different mazes of thought, a state otherwise known as madness.

Only an evil god could gaze upon this sight. To be more specific, only the Lord of Time and Space could do so.

But that wasn't the most fascinating thing about this place.

The most fascinating thing was, of course, the billions of glowing spheres that surrounded those chaotic fragments, a billion glorious spheres of light that were constantly splitting and merging.

This was the true body of Yog-Sothoth. Although the mass and volume of an Outer God's body didn't have definite values, at a rough estimate, the volume of a single one of these spheres was equal to tens of billions of black holes, while the mass of a black hole was tens of billions of times that of the sun. But the laws of modern physics were useless when it came to black holes, so it wasn't possible to compare their mass or volume in straightforward terms.

And these spheres, which were constantly rupturing and converging, could also be numbered in the billions.

That was why the Lord of Time and Space had placed his body here.

If he went out into the universe, no celestial body could endure his mass. He would only leave behind collapsed dimensions and obliterated galaxies along the way.

Tawil strode forward with a cold face. He walked across this space as if it were flat and paused at a distance roughly equal to his true body.

A dimensional space was quietly sliced open, like lifting the lid of a box.

This box space was the treasure chest of the Lord of Time and Space. Inside it was the Lord of the Gate's collection.

Yog-Sothoth would occasionally store things in here that he found interesting. For example, a turquoise stone containing millions of souls after the destruction of an advanced civilization, or the stardust created from the explosion of a large celestial body, or a crystal generated in the center of a galaxy after millions and millions of years.... Naturally, things that could be admired by the Lord of the Gate were far from ordinary.

But in the midst of all these treasures lay the lonely body of a low-intelligence creature.

The evil god crooked his finger. A moment later, the body was removed from the space.

It wasn't entirely clear what was on the evil god's mind. He'd frozen time for this body and moved it back in the timeline.

The black-haired teen was suspended in the void. His eyes were tightly closed, his eyebrows were knitted together, his thin lips were gently pursed.

His appearance was outstanding for a human. Whenever he was on the street he attracted countless stealthy glances from others of his kind. Unfortunately, Zong Yan had the mind of a totally oblivious straight man. He didn't pay the slightest bit of attention to other people's stares, nor did he care if he ended up lodged in someone else's daydreams.