[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

124: Little Majesty 15

Zong Yan sensed this clearly, because the moment he touched the sphere, the universe suddenly gained the concept of "time".

In an instant, everything arranged itself into a logical order.

Things that seemed to lack concept or form began to distort.

The center of the "darkness" twisted itself up tightly. Numerous shadows, millions of times more powerful and darker than those manipulated by the Night Watchman, gathered together, forming bloated tentacles covered in slime and mucus, growing so huge they almost eclipsed an entire galaxy. They continued to expand, showing no signs of stopping.

The psychedelic mist which had gathered together became more and more active after it was honored by the Father God. The points of light inside it began to rotate, kicking off a merry process of aggregation and fission. Each time a split occurred, the brilliant spheres grew more and more massive, and the faint impression of a timeline could be glimpsed around it.

Finally, something else separated itself from the body of 'Zong Yan', something even more abominable and indescribable.

It crept and crawled and writhed in the void of the universe, and its body, just like its siblings, was still going through a process of development, growing from its original embryonic core to the finished product.

Only now did Zong Yan understand.

According to legend, Azathoth had given rise to "Darkness", "the Nameless Mist", and "Chaos".

"Chaos" was known as Nyarlathotep.

From "Darkness" was born the supreme Mother Goddess, Shub-Niggurath.

From "the Nameless Mist" was born the Lord of the Gate, Yog-Sothoth.

And all of this, the greatest secrets recorded in the 《Necronomicon》, unfolded before Zong Yan like something from a picture scroll.

'So, what I just touched... was the true body of Yog? Or the newborn version?!'

Zong Yan was screaming inside.

Now that he thought about it, when his body was stored inside the true body of the Lord of the Gate, Zong Yan really had felt a subtle sense of familiarity.

Immediately after this, he abruptly felt like all his hair was standing on end.

The supreme consciousness halted, and the most terrifying existence in the universe, which had been dormant for so long, now opened its eyes.

Zong Yan felt like his body was being sliced open from the very core, along with his soul.... No, it wasn't just his soul, it was like everything Zong Yan possessed was broken apart by this supreme spirit, swept over and scanned and scrutinized from edge to edge with nothing overlooked.

It could only be called an agonizing experience.

Although it only lasted a short moment, by the time the spirit withdrew, Zong Yan's mind was flooded with unbearable nausea.

A moment later, everything stopped.

Zong Yan regained control of his body. What surrounded him was no longer the scene of a vast universe, but a majestic, empty palace.

The style of the palace was the same as those of other famous kingdoms of evil gods like R'lyeh and Carcosa, and its shape didn't follow the normal laws of perspective. But compared to R'lyeh, which disgusted every human who laid eyes on it, this palace made one recognize its limitless grandeur and magnificence from the bottom of one's heart.

The black-haired young man wearing a trench coat stood in the empty palace and lifted his gaze.

If a second person had been here, they would have cried out in shock.