"Actually, you don't need to be so nervous."
Azathoth said this when he and Igor once again sat face to face on the sofa in a rare serious manner, and Igor's expression was as vigilant as when facing a massive invasion of the Zerg army.
"Just keep it the same as before."
That being said, although Azathoth behaved as usual, Igor did take out his mobile terminal at night and secretly look up the 108 ways for couples to get along with each other.
——None of them told him how to fall in love with an evil god.
Probably no normal person would ask this kind of question, which only appears in romance novels. 24 hours ago, even Igor himself would not dare to imagine such a development.
And honestly, Igor doubted Azathoth's understanding of humanity's psychological and... ahem, physiological needs in this regard. After all, he was a god beyond the pale, needing even the most basic cravings to satisfy his appetite. Most of the ways humans and their lovers spent time together, fostered relationships, and found joy seemed to have nothing to do with Azathoth.
So apart from being woken up by a nightmare on the first night, Igor gradually became calm.
Later he discovered that Azathoth did look different from before.
Specifically, the invisible barrier that originally existed between them was broken. After a closer connection was formed beyond the relationship between the evil god and his followers, Azathoth's behavior of pestering Igor became more natural.
"Isn't this good?" The god, who once again clung to Igor like a mollusk, said confidently, "Igor, you're being too dishonest. You're obviously very happy too."
“…”
Igor had a headache: "You're right...if I wasn't cooking in the kitchen right now."
"What do you want?"
"Um, I put the seasoning on the cutting board... please go slower!"
Two tentacles grabbed the handles at both ends of the chopping board and lifted it up to hand it to the human. Another tentacle rushed forward to support the salt bottle that was about to fall.
Azathoth: "And then?"
Igor: "...and I have marinated steak in the refrigerator. If it's convenient, you can turn on the oven and preheat it for fifteen minutes."
God knows why things turned out like this.
Ordinary, everyday tasks that take only a few minutes suddenly become extraordinary.
The monotonous and slightly boring life had long been unexpectedly filled due to the intervention of Azathoth.
——It makes people start looking forward to the arrival of tomorrow, because they feel that it may be a more relaxing and enjoyable day than today.
In the afternoon, Igor went out and rented a small submarine.
"I have a driver's license." He showed the certificate to the owner of the submarine and Azathoth. Of course, the name on it was no longer 'Igor Sullivan', but was changed to a pseudonym.
In this era, although the war has limited the development of civilian entertainment activities and related technologies, the capital is, after all, a developed city that gathers the upper echelons of the federal nobility. Activities such as diving in such developed waters have sufficient safety measures to make it difficult for most people to commit suicide and cause casualties.
So under the shining light of the Star Coins, the staff let him pass easily.
Azathoth repeated once more: "You have exceeded the skill points."
Igor, who had never played games, took a while to understand the joke.
"This is a personal interest." He said as he fastened Azathoth's seat belt. "The military pay is pretty good. The salary alone has been enough for me to pursue any of my hobbies over the years."
"Besides that?" Azathoth pressed, "What else don't I know?"
Igor in the driver's seat thought about it seriously.
Then he replied, "Too many... If I'm talking about skills that aren't very common or used often, but only come in handy on special occasions. Actually, it's not a question of talent, you're flattering me. It's just that I have more free time before work and during holidays, and I'm willing to waste it on these kinds of miscellaneous things."
Before Azathoth could continue asking questions, he said, "Actually, what I'm best at is killing people—it's a pity, but there's nothing much to say. I hope that after the war subsides, the way the Federal Military Academy trains students will improve."
They were silent for a while.
The small submarine gradually moved away from the hustle and bustle of the sea and entered a magical world that was quiet, deep and full of vitality.
"What about you?" This time it was Igor who started the conversation. "What were you doing before this?"
Azathoth also thought about it seriously.
Then he realized there was actually nothing to recall.
“I sleep most of the time,” he said honestly.
“…”
"Strictly speaking, I don't remember anything further back than that." The god looked absentmindedly out the round window at the pitch-black waters and a small patch of deep sea illuminated by the submarine's searchlight. A few palm-sized fish, startled by the current, fled in panic.
"Is this universe real? Are my dreams real? Am I real?"
"I've thought about this kind of question before, but it's actually not very interesting."
"It's just..." he said vaguely, "Sometimes I dream that I'm a human, and it feels good."
Perhaps it was a human who dreamed of becoming a god—who knows?
Igor didn't quite understand and turned his head to look at him blankly.
Azathoth yawned. He hadn't slept the previous night. In fact, most of the time, Azathoth's sleep wasn't very regular. After all, it wasn't a necessity. But the quiet and peaceful environment now made him feel as comfortable and relaxed as a baby returning to the womb. He slowly closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and slowed his breathing.
Igor turned up the air conditioning temperature in the submarine a little.
He stared at Azathoth's profile, which seemed to be sleeping unconscious, for a long time.
We don’t know if we will live in your dream.
He pondered absentmindedly. If this universe was a dream of Azathoth, then Azathoth was watching from the depths of his consciousness at every sunrise and sunset. Perhaps, unforeseen by those intelligent beings, unbeknownst to him, he and Azathoth had already met for countless centuries. Unless Azathoth truly awakened, this peaceful and satisfying life would continue.
So, please let this dream last a little longer.
Bewitched by that beautiful face, the human leaned over, resting his thin fingertips on the broad back of the chair.
The second before he was touched, he suddenly woke up.
"boom--"
The submarine, quietly parked underwater, suddenly began to vibrate violently, as if something invisible in the deep sea was trying to force them to surface.
Igor was caught off guard and almost fell on the co-pilot's seat. Relying on his good balance, he struggled to find a foothold. At the same time, an iron hook shot out from the back of the left leg of the machine and wrapped around the chassis of the main driver's seat.
Just at this moment, Azathoth was awakened by the vibration. His eyes were clear and he didn't look like he had just woken up from a nap. However, judging from his expression, he still seemed a little confused about the situation.
The gray-haired young man cursed in his heart and couldn't help but scold the person who caused this commotion from head to toe.
"Are you okay?" He pretended to be calm and stood up, without explaining why he made such a strange move. "There are people on the sea. This is the military's weapon against ocean submarines."
Azathoth blinked.
Igor was defeated by his innocent expression.
Even at this seemingly critical moment, he couldn't help but ask, "I'm sorry, but do you know what kind of behavior humans have between lovers? I mean, not for the purpose of reproduction, but simply due to hormones..."
"I know." said Azathoth.
"I thought I made myself clear." He reached out and pinched Igor's fingertips—this had never happened before, as Igor felt that Azathoth was very averse to close contact with people—and gently tugged. "'I hope you can get more from me than other humans who can't get in touch with me'. What I mean is that I can and am happy to do what others can do, if you are willing."
The god suddenly unbuckled his seatbelt, stood up, kissed Igor's lips, and whispered in his ear, "Are those your enemies up there?"
The human was startled by His breath blowing on his ear.
"...Maybe." He gathered himself, and once again felt that eight out of ten of his sanity had been lost (four out of those eight were spent cursing the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared, and the other four were excitedly preparing to do something else). Relying on the remaining two out of tenaciously speaking, "But I don't think anyone would resort to such means to capture two 'ordinary people'. I suspect they have already..."
"Igor Sullivan." A cold, familiar voice came from the sea. I don't know how it was used, but it was still clearly audible even at such a long distance. "I know you are here."
"No matter what your purpose is or what means you used to escape from the Federation, now that you have returned to the capital, I hope we can talk before you are executed."
"—in a relatively peaceful manner, for now."
Igor made a "tsk" sound.
"It's Shirley Joyce," he whispered. "She must have someone else with her. They must be from the military, otherwise she wouldn't speak in that tone."
Azathoth thought for a few seconds.
Igor thought he was thinking about some complicated problem.
As a result, "I suddenly realized that you really know her well."
Azathoth said, "She is an Alpha, and very beautiful."
Igor: "...You think too much! No, why would you think so?"
He said with a smile, "I swear to you, Shirley and I never had anything more than friendship."
"But she clearly meets your standards." He had always thought it was incredible that someone as versatile as Igor could remain single. The evil god, not quite understanding human thinking, spread out his tentacles. "But forget it, do you want to chat with her?"
The words "You'd better not go" were written all over his face.
Igor: "Of course not."
"But we can't move now." He poked the dashboard in front of him. "The engine and detection equipment have failed. They may dive in ten minutes."
Azathoth immediately said: "Then let's go now."
Since Igor can't breathe underwater, I'm afraid I'll have to take the submarine with me... and pay the fee later.
As soon as he finished speaking, the water in the deep sea suddenly began to surge, and seaweed-like tentacles wrapped around the vehicle, which was too small compared to Azathoth's body, and lifted it directly from the bottom of the sea.
And then the next second.
"boom--"
A thick tentacle kicked the reef on the seabed.
Countless marine creatures fled from the center of the vortex in terror. Their brains could not understand the disaster that was happening, but animals dominated by instinct knew better how to seek benefits and avoid harm.
Seen from above the sea, it looked as if a storm suddenly arose under the bright sunshine on a calm autumn afternoon.
Instantly, the wind blew up massive waves tens of meters high, as if driven by something deep within the ocean. Like a giant's hand, the wave swept a helicopter, hovering low in the air, down, tumbling several times and crashing onto the tourist beach!
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