[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

88: R'lyeh 12

Why were they all so obsessed with the idea that he was the avatar of Azathoth?

Zong Yan was lost in thought.

A frightening guess came to mind, but he immediately waved it away.

Zong Yan had clear memories of every part of his life since he was a child. There was absolutely no possibility of memory loss or forgery, and there weren't any magical scenarios like turning into someone he didn't know.

Besides, he still had human emotions. How could he be an evil god?

As these thoughts ran through his mind, his racing heart calmed down a little.

Zong Yan always felt that the biggest difference between evil gods and humans was that humans were bound by the emotional constraints of morality. They had a sense of right and wrong. Evil gods, on the other hand, didn't have virtuous feelings, and they certainly weren't restricted by morality or conscience.

Just like this time...

After Zong Yan became an evil god's half-self, he began to think about things like an evil god. He instinctively approached problems from an evil god's perspective.

For example, when Atlantis was destroyed, Zong Yan looked on with indifference and didn't say a word. He thought Cthulhu's behavior was appropriate. After all, the Atlanteans had offended a god's authority. They deserved to pay the price.

For example, when R'lyeh and Carcosa went to war, the King in Yellow offended Zong Yan with just a few words. The part of Zong Yan's mind that belonged to an evil god was immediately ready to fight. He loudly proclaimed his anger.

For example, when Zong Yan was fighting with Hastur, he didn't even think about the consequences of displaying his true body, and the poisonous fog immediately spread to R'lyeh. Somewhere deep inside, he probably understood that even if R'lyeh sank, Cthulhu wouldn't be angry with his half-self over the death of a few ants. After all, under Cthulhu's rule, R'lyeh had been destroyed and rebuilt several times.

He'd changed so much, but while he wore the shell of Cthulhu's half-self, he hadn't even noticed. It was only now, after his mind was dazed and the two evil gods were clashing, that Zong Yan calmed down enough to think about things more carefully and broke out in a cold sweat.

'If this continues... If I can't use persona cards anymore, will I have to stay in this body?'

'If I remain in this body, someday my mind and personality might be swallowed up by the mindset of an evil god.'

While he was thinking about this, the two forces within his body finally determined a winner and a loser.

Zong Yan's hair changed from partially white to wholly dark green again, but the aura belonging to the King in Yellow didn't fade.

The young evil god sat up inside the small dimension. He tentatively stretched out his hand to try to cut through.

But then, a second later, his fingers opened a long gap in space.

The gap didn't display a view of the world outside. Instead there was a luminous riot of multi-colored light that Zong Yan knew so well.

He began to tremble, then reached his hand into the gap. His fingers completely submerged into the cold space.

Several cards lay quietly in his hand.

The Astrologer, the Night Watchman, the King of Clouds, the Sun God, Azathoth... And an unknown, dark green card with the markings of an SS-rank daily disposable persona card.