[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

118: Little Majesty 09

Zong Yan had no idea what just happened. He was at a loss.

He didn't know why, after claiming the authority of the Dreamlands, he'd somehow come to this world and entered the body of Apollo, the Sun God. He didn't understand how he'd left his original world.

After he arrived on this world and somehow got involved in the war between Greece and Troy, everyone still seemed to know and remember who "Apollo" was, which meant this wasn't the same situation as Cthulhu's half-self.

Could he go back?

Zong Yan tried to access the Dreamlands, but maybe he was too far from his original world. Even after he exposed the opening to the Dreamlands, he couldn't find the right coordinates. And there was something more. Zong Yan felt a mysterious power in the darkness that seemed to be blocking him from returning to his original world.

Before all this happened, Yog told him he would probably return to Azathoth's flood of consciousness. Was that strange power related to the mind of the Lord of the Universe?

Zong Yan wasn't at all certain what he sensed. But he absolutely felt bewildered and lost.

He stood on the edge of the sea at the end of the world, reached up and clutched the hot chain of the Silver Key. In that moment he felt that his cold heart was warmed through by its heat.

"No, I can't just sit here and wait to die."

Closing his eyes, he took up the lyre he was holding. His long, slender fingertips ran over the strings, and the sound seemed to fill him with limitless courage.

The sunlight shone behind the god, weaving gold threads around his fingers, gilding his deep, handsome profile with divine light.

Zong Yan didn't hesitate. When the song was finished, he opened the gate to the Dreamlands and jumped inside.

"Elder brother—!"

The goddess of the crescent moon, who was closely following Apollo, cried out in alarm and surged forward with her divine power.

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The Sun God, hearing his sister's call, looked as if he had awakened from a long and distant dream.

He gently plucked the strings of his lyre in his hand and slightly turned his head. In his blue eyes there was a deep melancholy, a sense of confusion.

She didn't know why, but Artemis suddenly felt that the Apollo before her now was more genuine.

Although the Sun God of a moment ago had exuded an aura she was all too familiar with, the goddess of the crescent moon somehow felt he was different in some way from the elder brother she remembered. Although she recognized he was her brother, her intuition said there was something wrong.

When she saw the current Apollo, her heart settled into place.

But at the same time, her suspicions grew.

Because the moment she'd arrived from the other side of the sky, she clearly saw a colorful gap in space split open in front of the Sun God, and Apollo leaped inside. But all she caught was a fleeting glimpse. By the time she arrived in front of him, the flash of color disappeared like a ghost.

She showed a worried expression. "What in the world just happened, gege?"

Apollo didn't immediately answer. The handsome god just plucked the strings of the lyre one by one. The goddess of the crescent moon examined him for a while, only to recall that they'd been born here on this island together. When they had finally left, the Sun God played this piece of music for their mother, the goddess Leto. After so many years, Apollo never played this parting song again, even at the feasts on Mount Olympus.