[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

107: High School Student 15

The light gradually darkened, changing from warm, red tones to a dancing, unsettling deep green, like ghostly will-o'-the-wisps flickering in the air.

A variegated dark green mist formed upon the altar, and the closer anyone approached, the stronger they sensed the arrival of an awe-inspiring mass of water elemental energy.

The sudden appearance of such a unique phenomenon was, beyond doubt, evidence of a successful summoning.

The cultists fell still one after another. Chanting the name of the great Cthulhu, they worshipped the altar in reverence.

They knelt on the ground and kissed the blood-stained soil. Their eyes burned with religious fervor.

"We hail your arrival! Lord Cthulhu! Praise be to your coming, Cthulhu, Lord of R'lyeh!"

Humans could not look at evil gods directly. Even Paracelsus bowed his noble head and lowered himself to the ground on one knee.

No one dared to gaze directly at the unspeakable horror that had appeared in the green fog.

So at first no one really noticed anything was wrong.

But inside that green fog, the indescribably horrific tentacles and ghastly shadows imagined by the faithful weren't actually there.

—Instead, there was a black-haired young man who'd somehow been transported to the altar.

Zong Yan maintained a defensive stance. Extremely vigilant, in one hand he held the card of the Night Watchman.

The green light that suddenly appeared for no reason at his feet had given him an odd feeling of familiarity. It strongly reminded him of something from his prehistoric trek through R'lyeh. He was so surprised that he didn't pay attention and was immediately dragged through the circle of runes.

Then his surroundings changed from a cemetery full of tombstones to an endless tropical rainforest. In the distance, he could see the sparkling ocean. He was standing on an altar with a circle of people kneeling at his feet???

Blinking in surprise, he didn't react for a while. "Uh, what are you doing... exactly?"

"My lord Cthulhu!"

The cultists continued to chant, but as they gradually realized something wasn't right, they looked up, trembling in fear.

Huh? Did something go wrong?

At first glance, they didn't see an unspeakable horror that could cause incurable mental contamination with a single look. Actually, within that green mist they vaguely glimpsed a human figure.

A human?

When an evil god descended upon the Earth, it wouldn't choose a completely human form, right?

"Did I hear something wrong...? I thought I just heard a voice?"

Another cult disciple was even more confused. "Is it possible that our Lord deigned to use human language for some reason?"

As the cultists looked around at each other they saw confusion and doubt in each other's eyes.

When Paracelsus took in the situation, he was silent for a moment. Hesitantly he asked, "My Lord?"

That was English!

When Zong Yan realized it, he immediately switched to fluent English. "Help! Help!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand to disperse the dark green fog. Oddly enough, the fog was poisonous and obviously should have some effect on him, but it didn't hurt him at all. Instead it surrounded him like the stars surround the moon, patiently safeguarding its treasure.