[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

57: The Astrologer 11

Oh, he fainted.

Yog-Sothoth, who was floating in the air above the youth, looked down at him, then calmly averted his eyes and returned to the book in his hand.

The Lord of Time and Space might be the master of knowledge, but that certainly didn't mean he knew how to tutor anyone.

Besides, even if an evil god knew how to give lessons, and offered to teach you, would you dare to accept?

Throughout the universe, Yog-Sothoth had hundreds of millions of devoted believers. These believers gave offerings of faith and made sacrifices to the mighty Lord of the Gate, then prayed to the evil god to give them knowledge.

Other races in addition to human beings could also withstand the baptism of the evil god's mind.

Yog-Sothoth's preferred teaching method was direct infusion of knowledge.

But there were other ways.

The textbooks of the Great Race of Yith were similar to the methods of the evil god.

As an alien race whose technology was more than a dozen epochs ahead of humans on Earth, the Great Race of Yith had long ago abandoned traditional methods of communication using words and language. Instead they used thoughts and hyperlinked brain waves.

The book Yog-Sothoth gave to Zong Yan was brutally direct. In fact, it was a textbook of enlightenment for the Great Race of Yith. Although it appeared to contain words, in fact, as long as the person who viewed it understood their language—meaning, their brainwave frequencies matched—the knowledge within the book would transform into a narrow beam of electromagnetic waves and automatically insert itself into Zong Yan's mind.

This was no different from Yog's favorite "filling a stuffed duck egg" method of bestowing knowledge, except that one was a bit more simple and crude, and the other was a little more gentle. Aside from that they were essentially the same.

The gray-haired evil god carelessly flipped another page of the book in his hand. After a while, he thought something might be wrong.

The black-haired teen was lying on his back on the soft carpet.

The floor of Zong Yan's room was covered with thick Persian rugs, hand-woven from expensive Egyptian wool. They were warm when you stepped on them barefoot, which was very much in line with Zong Yan's secret fluff-con inclination.

When he first fell over, his face revealed pain for a moment, but it didn't seem serious after that.

But now—

The black-haired teen was curled up on the carpet. His knees were drawn up against his chest and his arms were wrapped around his legs.

For a human, it was body language that revealed insecurity, because in infancy, all humans developed in this position in their mother's womb. If he instinctively used this posture, it meant the surrounding environment made him insecure.

The light in the room was dim. The teen's temples were covered with sweat. Strands of hair clung to his cheeks like curling black snakes.

His eyebrows were tightly knitted together, his face was contorted with pain, and his lips were bitten and smeared with blood, a dreadful sight.

The thin, casual clothes had bunched up because of his movements, revealing the pale skin of his back covered with cold sweat, and the crystal sheen of the sweat was dazzling under the cold white light of the desk lamp.

The Lord of the Gate thought he'd been extremely considerate. He'd very kindly taken into account the fact that Zong Yan was still in a human state. To evil gods, the human brain was closer to a goldfish brain. His intention was to let Zong Yan master advanced physics first, then slowly help him weed out the unnecessary parts.