[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

114: Little Majesty 05

The boat slowly made its way along the river, throwing wave after wave of black ripples from its prow with quiet sounds of splashing water.

As the river wound its way ever closer to the center of the Dreamlands, the fog that shrouded it grew thicker and thicker.

Zong Yan frowned. On the surface of the river before them, a bloody head suddenly appeared.

Zong Yan: "...?"

He froze, his pupils shrank, and he almost jumped into the air.

That was like something straight out of a horror movie! Everyone knew Zong Yan wasn't afraid of anything in the world, but he was still afraid of ghosts! Every time he used the Night Watchman card he felt anxious, afraid of hearing something he really didn't want to.

Especially when he was in London. What Zong Yan heard at the tower almost gave him a heart attack.

Just when Zong Yan was about to have a post-traumatic stress reaction, a cold, slender hand reached over from the side and gently covered his eyes.

The coldness lasted for just a moment. After the slightly cool fingers left Zong Yan's eyes, something lingered in the corners of his vision for a moment.

Zong Yan: ! ! !

He instinctively looked to the side and noticed something wasn't right.

The river had suddenly become beautiful.

A moment ago it was black and gloomy. Occasionally, bloody heads would float to the surface, and there were unidentifiable piranha-like fish with terrible rows of fangs.

But now the river was crystal clear with gentle, lapping waves. If you looked closely, you could see colorful koi floating in the water. The whole river was like an ornamental stream meandering through a garden.

Zong Yan: "What did you do?"

"Just made it a little better looking." The Lord of the Gate lowered his hand. His expression was calm, as if he'd done something totally ordinary.

Meanwhile, the throng of evil gods following the black ship and the Lord of the Undead who was poling the boat along were full of "..." inside.

Everyone knew the Lord of Time and Space had the ability to tamper with reality. Based on the personalities of the three pillars of the original gods, the Lord of the Gate was generally the worst one to mess with, but at least he was more of a lawful evil compared to the other two chaotic evil gods.

However, tampering with reality like this at the drop of a hat—not only did it demonstrate the power of the deeply reclusive Lord of the Gate, it put the gods of the Dreamlands on notice.

'Why does His Majesty, the new sovereign, seem to be on such good terms with the Lord of the Gate?'

'If His Majesty is about to succeed to the throne, where are the other two pillars of the original gods?

'Is that legend about the Dreamlands true? But His Majesty Azathoth hasn't awakened yet. Even if this person goes to Kadath, nothing will actually change, right?'

The gods were full of doubts, but the black-haired young man standing in the bow of the ship possessed an undeniable strength, the power of "change".

They could sense very clearly that he carried with him the power of transformation, sufficient to truly manipulate the Dreamlands.

It left them all a bit bewildered.

This place, the Dreamlands, hadn't had a master from its very beginning. No one had ever been able to truly take control of it.