[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

15: Child of the Wind 15

Zong Yan apprehensively read the third volume of the original 《Necronomicon》 from cover to cover.

Volume III didn't have much content, which was reflected in its page count. Compared to books with thousands of pages in the Miskatonic library, it was a little more than thirty pages. He could feel the lightness in his hand.

It was only after Zong Yan finished reading that he realized the volume only discussed a single God. Yog-Sothoth, the great Lord of the Gate.

At just over thirty pages, the unabridged version was incredibly detailed. Not only did it record the method of summoning the Outer God, it talked up the Lord of the Gate from beginning to end. It was a shining example of academic bias.

Compared to the other Outer Gods, Yog-Sothoth was a lot more approachable. Maybe it was because this omniscient and omnipotent Lord never tried to descend on the world in his true form. He must be aware of the consequences of this, which would inadvertently crush his followers along with the planet itself into slag.

To be honest, the true body of any Outer God was an absolute disaster. They were located outside the universe and beyond the dimensions. If one really wasn't paying attention and appeared in his real form, then sadly the entire galaxy would collapse into a giant black hole and everything would be destroyed from the immense mass. However, there were a lot of cultists who didn't come from a scientific background and still hoped their Lord could come to the Earth and rule over humanity, which created an endless amount of work for investigators.

To invite the arrival of Yog-Sothoth, believers didn't even need to prepare that many offerings. All they needed was to build a charming stone tower for their Lord and recite a mantra on a clear and cloudless day. After the summoning, the believers would casually point at random, and the Lord of the Gate would happily go to nearby villages to find his own sacrifices, without any Outer God primadonna baggage whatsoever.

Zong Yan: ? ? ?

This kind of casual and warm-hearted god was really hard to find, especially when such a large number of evil gods were extraordinarily picky about the materials used for summoning. It was a breath of fresh air.

With an emotional sigh, he lowered the book with a history of more than one thousand years to the bed and turned his head, gazing at the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Tonight's moon was particularly round and full. The cold moonlight was suspended in the air like a curtain of gauze, as pale as the descending Milky Way.

Zong Yan remembered that according to the lunar calendar, today was probably the fifteenth of the month.

The moon should always be full on the fifteenth. He unlocked his phone screen and checked the lunar calendar.

... Oh, July 15.

That was the date of China's famous Mid-Autumn Festival, commonly known as the Ghost Festival.

Zong Yan wasn't afraid. He was in a foreign country now, and ghost festivals were divided into regions. Foreign ghosts only celebrated Halloween.

Maybe it was because he'd tried Irish coffee for dinner today. It was midnight and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

It was the first time Zong Yan had insomnia since he came to MU.

The black-haired young man was lying on the white sheets in his pajamas, rubbing his hair in annoyance until it resembled a chicken's nest.

Tomorrow was the start of his first weekend at MU. Zong Yan refused Wang KeMing's offer to go to London to have fun, deciding to spend the weekend with his vast pile of physics homework.