[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

83: R'lyeh 07

The body was suspended at the moment Zong Yan had crushed the Azathoth card, determined to give up his life. That explained why the black-haired teen's expression was so stern, like he was ready to die.

Yog-Sothoth knew without looking that the body in front of him had lost its soul forever.

The young man's skin was pale and cyanotic. The blood in his veins and arteries no longer flowed, but was miraculously frozen in his body.

This lifeless appearance was unbearably ugly.

The soul was originally a stream of consciousness belonging to the Lord of the Universe. After it was freed from this body through a voluntary sacrifice, it should have returned to the torrential mind of the Lord of All.

But no.

He'd escaped the control of the omniscient and omnipotent god.

The gray-haired, golden-eyed evil god lowered his head, and his long, pale fingertips gently traced the face of the black-haired teen.

'Ugly.'

He smoothed the young man's brow and straightened the tense corners of his mouth. No one could have imagined the Lord of Time and Space would have such patience.

Right now Yog-Sothoth's mood was very complex: half-filled with anger that his prey had escaped his grasp, half-filled with the sudden rise of strong, intense interest.

And there was something even more subtle, an emotion which joined the anger he felt at the sight of this dead and lifeless body.

"How could you escape my grasp..."

With a terse sigh, he fiddled with the young man's silken black hair.

The all-seeing, all-knowing Lord had never experienced a situation he couldn't observe.

If Yog chose, he could even observe the actions of the other three original proto-gods, who were at the same level as himself. It only took a thought.

He knew all things. There was nothing he couldn't master, and nothing he couldn't grasp.

It was difficult to put his emotions into words.

In the end, this tiny ant was different.

The vast body was quietly fissioning and fusing in the void, and part of his vision was focused on the floating body of the young man.

From the very beginning, Yog-Sothoth hadn't been able to see into the present or future of this human. He'd followed the short seventeen years of the black-haired teen's life like a spectator and found nothing worthy of being the choice of the Lord of the Universe. It was all too ordinary.

What was the difference?

The evil god pondered for a while but couldn't explain it to himself.

Yog would generously reward any being who could please him with knowledge or gifts, but evil gods didn't provide after-sales service, and he actually enjoyed seeing intelligent creatures go completely insane when they aspired to huge amounts of knowledge they couldn't handle.

That had always been the case before, but Yog had actually taught Zong Yan seriously. The young man was the first intelligent creature in many years to not have his head explode.

The evil god had even wanted to accept Zong Yan as a follower.

As was well-known, the mighty Lord of Time and Space had many believers, but he had very few subordinate gods, let alone priests.

If a follower continued to please his Lord, it wasn't impossible to be elevated to the rank of deity. Yog-Sothoth had always been a generous god.

Yog thought these things a bit dispassionately, and his fingers accidentally left a scratch on the black-haired teen's eyelid.

He immediately frowned and rewound time. Then he pushed the black-haired teen into the middle of the billions of glowing, brilliant spheres that were constantly melding and fracturing.

A thin line slowly appeared on the surface of a sphere. Finally, the largest and brightest orb swallowed the teen.

Yog decided to carefully examine the future timeline again.

The only being who stood eternally outside the dimensions of the universe was Azathoth. Since the stream of consciousness wasn't with His Majesty, it meant Zong Yan had to exist somewhere inside the universe.

Tawil stepped forward. The next moment, his body suddenly disappeared and he merged into the largest sphere.

'It doesn't matter. No matter where you escaped to, you can't escape these all-knowing, all-seeing eyes.'

In the void, Yog-Sothoth lifted the corners of his mouth.

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"R'lyeh has gone to war with the Byakhee of Carcosa before. It isn't clear how the enemy learned His Majesty was sleeping. But now that the two sires have awakened, the time is right for R'lyeh to counterattack...."

Zong Yan was reclining on the throne, listening. He suddenly looked up as if he felt something.

The young evil god was lazily supporting his head, and his long, dark green hair fell past his shoulders to the ground, like tendrils of the finest seaweed.

"Your Majesty, what is your command?"

Dagon, who was in charge of the briefing, was startled. He hurriedly knelt down for fear of angering the evil god.

"It's nothing."

Zong Yan waved his hand, but the next moment he stroked his eyelid with a faint feeling of surprise.

Strange... He thought he'd felt a vague tingling there just now.

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The author has something to say:

Zong Yan: Oh, you ignored my love at the beginning, but now you come crawling back!

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TL Notes:

ancient keepers - The raw just calls them "ancient immortal ones" or "ancient people". It was pretty vague and I felt the need to call them something.

come crawling back - 我让你高攀不起 - I can't afford you / I'll make you climb high - meaning "You spurned me before, but now that you want me, I won't easily accept you"

Glossary of world terms—new in this chapter:

Byakhee - 拜亚基 - Bàiyàjī - Interstellar predators with webbed feet and membranous wings that travel the vacuum of space at a speed faster than light.

You can find the master list of transliterated names and titles in Chapter 0 - TL Notes. New in this chapter:

Your Majesty - 尊敬的陛下 - Zūnjìng de bìxià