Island.

A gray fog enveloped the entire island, and the outline of a huge portal stood above the gray fog. The originally damaged wreckage had been mostly restored, and wisps of fog continuously flowed down from the cracks in the door.

The island, which originally had a clear sky, has completely turned into a world of fog.

A figure in black sat alone in the center of this world. The ancient and mysterious door seemed like a shackle hanging above his head, imprisoning him in this small space.

An Qingyu closed the live broadcast and placed his phone on the ground, with beads of sweat oozing out of his pale forehead...

A faint electric sound came from the intercom beside him, and then a concerned voice asked:

"Qingyu, are you okay?"

An Qingyu frowned, pain emerging in his gray eyes. The breeze blew across his black coat, and an arm that was completely petrified was exposed in the gray mist. The mysterious gray color climbed along his shoulder to his torso, almost occupying half of his body.

"The door is almost repaired... A corner of His consciousness can already pass through the door, cross the long river of time, and briefly invade my body..."

"【Key to the Door】? What should I do then...is there anything I can do?" Jiang Er's voice was filled with anxiety.

An Qingyu looked down at his body, his breathing becoming heavier. He was silent for a moment, then he picked up the intercom with his only intact hand and said in a deep voice:

"...Stay away from me and hide yourself...No matter what I do, don't take the initiative to approach me... Understand?"

Before Jiang Er could say anything, An Qingyu threw the walkie-talkie in his hand towards the factory!

A black shadow passed through the fog and disappeared from his sight.

This simple action made An Qingyu's back soaked with sweat. He sat alone in the misty gray fog, raised his head to glance at the towering gate in the sky, his brows furrowed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and looked forward.

"Oh~ my good friend, I can smell you..."

Chaos came from a distance. On his dark face, his eyes stared at An Qingyu. He spoke warmly like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, "You are right here, right? The stench of truth emanating from you is still so pungent!"

An Qingyu looked at him coldly without saying a word.

"Have you seen that wonderful performance?" Chaos glanced at the phone on the ground and raised his eyebrows.

"How is it? Vishnu sacrificed himself to promote the cohesion of Daxia's faith. I have seen a scorching sun gradually rising from the east! So sacred, tenacious, and full of murderous intent...

Only such beautiful things are worthy of being trampled and torn apart in the most cruel way, right? "

"You lunatic..." An Qingyu said in a deep voice, "Vishnu is the ally of Cthulhu that I brought in. You let him go to die just to create a more powerful enemy for us?"

[Chaos] narrowed his eyes slightly, staring straight into An Qingyu's eyes, and the smile on the corners of his mouth gradually faded.

"Did I...talk to you?"

The next moment, Chaos, like a hand of darkness, pierced through the void and slammed fiercely on An Qingyu's forehead. A shocking force rushed into his mind. He felt a black screen before his eyes and fainted on the spot.

An Qingyu fell on the ground with his face up, scarlet blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, streaking across his pale cheeks and soaking the ground...

After a moment, the pair of distracted gray eyes suddenly shrank, and his body stood up straight from the ground like a puppet being pulled by strings, and an ancient and mysterious aura suddenly descended!

The hazy gray fog was stirring wildly, and An Qingyu's lowered head slowly raised up.

"You're too harsh, Nyarlathotep." A magnetic voice echoed in the air.

An Qingyu's grey eyes were as thin as the eye of a needle, with a lot of white in his eye sockets, looking weird and creepy. He stared at the [Chaos] in front of him, his lips did not open, but the voice sounded again,

"This is the host I chose after all. So far, his performance has satisfied me... If you hurt him, my body will no longer be perfect."

Chaos shrugged nonchalantly, "I just missed you so much, my old friend."

"Put away your hypocritical face, it makes me sick."

"Yes, yes, the great master of time and space, the incarnation of the Gate of Truth, Mr. [Key of the Gate] Yog-Sothoth..." Chaos said jokingly, "So, when can you fully recover?"

Ignoring the sarcasm in Chaos's words, An Qingyu spoke calmly:

"According to the speed of time in this world, there are probably still seven or eight days left... However, my will can already temporarily occupy this body and move around. What? Do you need my help?"

"No need. I'm having a lot of fun without you here." Chaos rubbed his chin with one hand, as if thinking seriously about something. "Should I kill this body now and completely eliminate the medium for your awakening? That way, you won't come out and disturb my entertainment."

"Even if you kill him, I can always recreate him in the past... In any timeline, his existence is indelible, and no one can stop me."

An Qingyu seemed to have guessed that he would have such thoughts, and spoke calmly.

[Chaos] sighed in disappointment.

"So, you asked me to come out just to admire your masterpiece?"

"What? Isn't this masterpiece exciting enough?"

"..." An Qingyu stared at him for a moment with her pale eyes, as if she was too lazy to continue talking to him.

"By the way... before you go, there is something interesting that you might want to know."

"What?" Upon hearing the word "interesting", Chaos immediately became excited.

A magnetic voice came out from An Qingyu's body. After a moment, Chaos' eyes became brighter and brighter, and he couldn't help but applaud!

"Great... As expected of him, this development is really interesting..."

"The door has not been completely repaired yet, and my will cannot penetrate for too long. Don't call me for such boring things in the future."

As the voice fell, An Qingyu's body shook slightly, his pinhole-like gray eyes gradually returned to normal, and the mysterious aura around him completely dissipated without a trace... The [Key to the Door] that occupied his body had returned to the Door of Truth.

An Qingyu woke up from his coma. He supported his shaky body and looked at Chaos with an extremely ugly expression.

But [Chaos] just glanced at him lightly, then turned and disappeared into the mist.

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