[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

41: The King of Clouds 10

Zong Yan was dreaming.

It was a dark, depressing dream. Everywhere were black lines of shadow and flashing light, and an urgent feeling of defiance and powerlessness rose up in him.

From the moment he activated the Azathoth card, the personality of "Zong Yan" was suppressed to the deepest part of his soul. He fell into a profound and fathomless sleep.

The strangest thing about it was that although Azathoth indeed became Zong Yan, the blind idiot Lord was the loveable, brainless cutie type. There were no thoughts or consciousness in his head, which meant Zong Yan's memories blanked out.

All in all it was a sensational experience. If you had to describe it, it was like taking a genius with a 140 IQ and abruptly reducing him to an IQ of 30, like a stupidity debuff had been slapped on him.

The dream went on for a long time, but it also seemed to only last a second. When Zong Yan woke up, he sensed that he'd regained control of his body.

The black-haired teen struggled to open his eyelids, but they felt heavier than a thousand kilos.

Consciousness didn't return immediately. Zong Yan blinked his eyes a few times before everything came back, and then his memories flooded in like a tidal wave.

A young man standing on top of a skyscraper, the devastated earth below, the ink-black Tindalos Hounds descending from the sky, the ground covered with blood and torn flesh, the Huangpu River dyed blood-red by the setting sun, and the invisible odor of gunpowder smoke spreading all across Jiangzhou...

Unforgivable!

Unforgivable!

"!"

Without thinking, Zong Yan stood up, his face full of gloom and hidden anger.

But that wasn't the best idea.

Boom—!

The black-haired teen in the school uniform jerked up from his seat. As he suddenly stood, his bent knee kicked the desk in front of him and knocked it over.

A thick stack of books piled on the desk crashed to the floor, together with the lid of a thermos. With a loud splash, hot water spilled all over the ground.

Everyone in the classroom froze. The teacher stopped lecturing. All the students who were listening to the lesson looked over in unison.

"Is something wrong, Zong Yan?"

This was his biology class. The teacher was a tall, attractive woman. She stood at the blackboard writing, but just now she turned back with a frown, holding a piece of chalk, and gazed at the source of the noise.

In the quiet of the classroom, the sound of the falling desk was thunderous and snatched everyone's attention.

Zong Yan's lips moved in a mumble. With blank confusion he looked back at the faces that stared at him.

These faces might be startled and bewildered, but they were also very much alive and well.

The classroom... Why was he in school? Clearly Jiangzhou had—

When the calamity struck, endless numbers of people died. Investigators dragged their exhausted bodies to fight otherworldly monsters. The sun sank into the horizon and the surface of the river was dyed with blood.

How was this possible? Did everything—?

Zong Yan couldn't help but doubt his own memory.

Inside his skull was a pain so unbearable it felt like his head was about to explode, like an invisible hand was stirring the sea of his consciousness which had previously dried up from overuse. Just as if an ocean with boundless capacity had been emptied in an instant, exposing the barren, patchy ocean floor beneath.