[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

110: Little Majesty 01

Zong Yan reeled off words one by one, and his inner bemusement grew stronger and stronger.

This guy's summoning ritual was a little too long, right? The whole thing was just a list of his titles...? How narcissistic was he to use such a big long list as his summoning spell ah!!!

What was even more frightening was that Zong Yan actually remembered it. Of course, after he found out his mentor was literally an evil god, Zong Yan checked out the other party's details, but he never thought it would actually come in handy.

"That isn't how my summoning ritual is used."

Just as Zong Yan was dryly reciting a long list of names, the low voice of the evil god suddenly sounded in his ears, and the words seemed to contain a hint of a smile. "The Great All-in-One will not respond to a believer whose heart is not devout. Any ant who dares to meddle with an evil god will probably receive divine punishment from the void, to ensure they appreciate an evil god's wrath.... Of course, if it's you, just call out my name, hmm?"

The end of this sentence lifted gently, like a bow gliding across the lowest notes of a cello, inexplicably hinting at another, more bewitching meaning.

The black-haired young man felt a sudden jolt. The skin behind his ear seemed so hot it was on fire, and the flames burned all the way to his core.

Only then did Zong Yan notice that he'd recited a lot of Yog-Sothoth's honorary titles, but he hadn't properly called out the evil god's great name.

Although Zong Yan had lost his identity as an evil god, he still remembered their language. He could use his human vocal cords to approximate the pronunciation of the name "Yog-Sothoth". The names of evil gods were powerful in themselves. Some of the magic spells that had been passed down throughout the universe were little more than chants and recitations of their names.... So, just call out his name, and the evil god might respond. How had he forgotten something like that?

To be able to speak the name of an evil god and receive a response was an enormous honor, right?

Really... It was too unsettling.

Zong Yan didn't dare turn his head. He felt too weird just now.

When he became an evil god, he knew clearly what was wrong with him. He knew he had to make a choice. But right now he had no idea what was going on or why his heart had suddenly fluttered just now.

"I, I see."

Maybe because he was so confused, Zong Yan's reply was a little short of breath, and his words were even weaker.

The evil god seemed to be laughing softly.

At that moment, Zong Yan sensed the god was aware of how distracted he was, so he took a few steps away and turned around. "What in the world is going on with this place—"

The moment he looked back, he saw the gray-haired evil god's tightly knitted brow. His face seemed a little displeased.

"Get dressed."

The Lord of the Gate casually grabbed a long, khaki-colored trench coat from his storage space and draped it over Zong Yan's shoulders, motioning for him to lift his hands. It was the same style as the coat the god was wearing.

Only then did Zong Yan realize he was wearing a long, loose shirt and nothing else. The buttons over his chest were unfastened, revealing an expanse below his collarbone. He wasn't wearing trousers or shoes, and his bare legs were exposed to the air. It was his usual sleepwear.

When Zong Yan thought of himself wandering around dressed like this, he felt extraordinarily self-conscious.

Wait, hold on, they were both men. Even if the other party was an evil god, his simulated biological sex was also male. They were all grown men. What was there to be so embarrassed about?!