[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

110: Little Majesty 01

Zong Yan slept for a long time, so long that in his dream he seemed to have forgotten who he was.

"—!!!"

When he suddenly regained a bit of consciousness, Zong Yan immediately pushed himself up with his hands and sat upright.

Huh? Sat up?

The black-haired young man sat in his bed, staring blankly around him. The heavy blanket on his shoulders slipped down, exposing the bare skin of his back, and his beautifully shaped butterfly bones were distinctly outlined by the lighter and darker shadows.

He was in his bedroom.

Zong Yan's room in the small villa was cold and austere. Everything was monochrome: the quilt on the bed was black, the carpet on the floor was gray, and the walls around him were white, but the lamp cast a warm yellow light. The combination was in line with Zong Yan's straight male aesthetics, so he didn't have any objections when he first moved in with his little school bag.

What just happened?

The last thing Zong Yan remembered, he was standing by the shore of Pohnpei Island. He was seriously injured and the collar of his shirt was soaked with shocking red blood.

He recalled reaching his hand inside the shimmering, multi-colored card-drawing dimension and seeing the edges of the space flow with light and color, expanding and swallowing up the world that Cthulhu had dragged into his dream, like a rainbow had been wrapped around a lollipop.

Before Zong Yan's vision went dark, the gray-haired, white-robed evil god had lifted Zong Yan's blood-stained face and gently kissed his forehead.

And now—

Zong Yan walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the other side of the bed.

The black-haired young man in the mirror was tall and slender, with a pale, thin face.

His fingers gently brushed at the skin of his collarbone.

In Zong Yan's opinion, his current condition was too good to be true. If someone asked him to run 1500 meters right now for a physical fitness test, he could do it with no problem.

It was beyond incredible.

"Strange—what in the world is going on?"

He remembered seeing Yog-Sothoth before he'd passed out. Zong Yan guessed that whatever was happening was related to the evil god.

He crossed the thick plush carpeting on his bare feet. Without hesitation he stepped over to the door and walked down the chilly wooden stairs to the lower level.

The first floor was deserted.

Everything in the house was just like Zong Yan remembered. Even the basket of strawberries he'd washed before he left was sitting on the kitchen table. The only difference was that the water droplets had dried, but the berries were still fresh. It was clear that not much time had passed.

"Yog?" Zong Yan hesitated for a moment, then finally said, "Lord of the Gate?"

He recalled what he'd read in the Necronomicon, specifically the summoning spell for the Lord of the Gate. In a hesitant voice he said, "Hear me, Lord of Time and Space. King of Infinite Space, the All-in-One, Planetmover, the Foundation of Fastness, the Vanquisher of Terror, the Creator of Panic, Destroyer, the Shining Victor, Son of Chaos and the Void, the Guardian of the Abyss, God of the Outermost Darkness, Lord of Dimensions, Riddle-knower, Guardian of the Secrets, Lord of the Labyrinth, Master of the Angles, the God of the Whippoorwills, Omegapoint, Lord of the Gate, Opener of the Way, Almighty Lord of the Primordial Beginning... "