[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

102: High School Student 10

Zong Yan gave him a puzzled look.

"But it will happen soon."

Yog said nothing more. Instead he pointed a distance away and signaled for Zong Yan to look straight ahead.

Almost immediately after these words left the mouth of the all-knowing, all-seeing god, the long toll of a bell sounded through the campus.

Between the auditorium and the cafeteria of Miskatonic University was a long walkway known as the atrium.

In the middle of the atrium stood a tall, golden alchemical clock. It was said to be a magical artifact recovered from an ancient ruin, and it could accurately predict the approach of major disasters. It was called "Cassandra", named after the priestess of the Sun God from ancient Greek mythology.

Cassandra was one of the greatest treasures of MU. When the university was still located in the United States, it was attacked multiple times by cultists. MU was always able to prepare in advance because of this alchemical warning system.

Later on, when MU moved to the border of the Dreamlands, they naturally relocated Cassandra as well.

The Dreamlands contained a high concentration of magical power. When professors from the Department of Alchemy were bored and ran out of things to do, they decided to make Cassandra the focus of a large alchemical formation constructed on the ground. Supposedly, one of the graduation tests for each class of MU students was to help reinforce this alchemical array.

Dong—Dong—Dong—

The distant sound of the bell echoed under the otherwise silent night sky. Magic patterns on the walking paths that were normally invisible lit up one by one, glowing in the darkness with a mysterious, arcane light.

In the residential area, the villas that had been dark began to light up.

Professors and students struggled out of their blankets and hurried into their clothes.

During the previous incident in New York, MU performed regular emergency drills. Each time, everyone was forced to wake up in the middle of the night and assemble in the open spaces of the university. So this time everyone reacted quickly.

"If you're looking for Paracelsus, he's inside the auditorium," Yog-Sothoth advised him kindly. "Perhaps I should mention that when I altered reality before, I twisted it a bit.... You can use those little cards of yours at will. No one will notice anything wrong."

Zong Yan: "..."

At the moment, the Lord of Time and Space gave him a surprising feeling of reliability.

Zong Yan: "But Paracelsus is in the auditorium, not the central storeroom. It's pointless to go find him. Maybe I should just start a fight?"

It was an awkward situation. Zong Yan was the only one who knew that Paracelsus was a villain.

And Paracelsus was in a powerful, prestigious position. Even if Paracelsus pretended he didn't have any infiltrator friends at MU, Zong Yan didn't believe it for a second. If Zong Yan hurried over and tried to arrest him, the end result would be embarrassing.

Wait. Zong Yan suddenly thought of something.

He reached into a gap in space, took out a card from a glittering seam in reality, and crushed it without hesitation.

When the card shattered into fragments, a deep blue mist billowed up, filling the air.

A man in a crane cloak with scattered ink-black hair stepped out from the obscuring mist. In his hair jingled a golden ornament in the shape of the moon and stars. His face was cold and his eyebrows were lifted high. Everything about him was noble, inviolable, and detached.