[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

102: High School Student 10

In China it was nine in the morning, while in the United States, on the opposite side of the planet, it was exactly nine P.M. Night had just fallen.

In an alley in Boston, space itself was quietly torn open, revealing something shadowy inside it.

A gray-haired evil god in a dark khaki trench coat slowly walked out. He was holding the hand of a black-haired young man.

The street lights were dim, and the warm yellow light from above haloed Zong Yan's head, gilding his hair with a layer of gold, making his dark eyes shine with a starry glow.

Yog casually took his other hand and stepped forward. A second later, the cold and deserted street around them changed dramatically again.

For a moment Zong Yan thought he'd seen a multi-colored streamer of light flicker and fade away.

Wait, multi-colored light...?

On some level he thought it was familiar and wanted to think about it more, but the little flash of inspiration passed him by too quickly, and he couldn't catch it.

The scene around him changed too rapidly for him to concentrate. Both sides of the street transformed from modern minimalist architecture to baroque medieval spires. Above the central auditorium, steam worked vigorously, turning a tangle of massive gears inside a mechanism, and the grooves in the central cogwheel interlocked and slowly rotated.

Once again they'd traversed the dimensions, easily crossing the threshold of the Gate of Truth, entering the border of the Dreamlands where Miskatonic University was located.

Most of the time, MU matched the time zone of the city where the Gate of Truth was placed. It was night time in Boston, so it was also dark inside MU.

The young investigators who graduated from MU every year were always in demand. It was said that graduates were not only sought after by the Spire Council and various national organizations. The world's cults also actively recruited fresh underlings.

Right now, the cradle of investigators and cultist double agents was silent under the night sky, as quiet as a statue standing in the dark.

Zong Yan's feeling that something was wrong grew stronger and stronger.

It was really too quiet, so quiet it felt eerie.

It wasn't like he'd never toured MU after dark. He used to wander around in the middle of the night with his Night Watchman persona. He wasn't afraid of being caught by the professor on night patrol. After all, he could hide in the shadows whenever he wanted. It was simply a must-have ability for people interested in home robbery and arson.

MU was built on the ocean shore of the Dreamlands. Ghouls were active at night, but the ghouls in the Dreamlands weren't the same as the ghouls who made trouble in New York. The Dreamlands ghouls believed in Nodens, were law-abiding, and maintained a friendly relationship with MU. Occasionally, the ghouls would make arrangements with the nightgaunts to play exciting high-altitude disco games in the middle of the night. In short, it was rare for MU to be so quiet.

"What's going on? Has the jade piece of R'lyeh already been stolen?" Zong Yan blinked in surprise, glanced over and asked.

The black-haired young man didn't realize that after encountering something strange, his first instinctive reaction was to turn to an evil god.

He'd unknowingly developed an emotion similar to "dependence".

The Lord of the Gate didn't overlook this detail. With pleasure he crooked the corner of his mouth. "Not yet."