Chapter 82
There is no longer any place called "Abhoth" in the abandoned factory.
The group left the factory and came outside, only to see that the black fog that had engulfed the city had disappeared, and the Underdark had returned to its previous state.
"What a brief reunion," Yog-Sothoth said. "Actually, I came here for another reason: to visit my parents—Neog-Sochip, the black fog that separates reality and dreams. However, beings like us lack the concept of familial affection, so it can't be called a 'visit.' Perhaps 'viewing' would be a more appropriate word?"
"That's truly sad," Amiraisyana replied without a trace of sadness. "Although I don't remember what I conceived, I don't want to be 'viewed' like a rare animal."
“No, you are special.” Yog-Sothoth smiled and took Amira’s hand. “I will take you back to the Radiant City, my dear.”
Amira raised the corners of her lips and smiled. “Okay.”
Miel: Hiss——
Yog and Shab actually have such a relationship!
Come to think of it, there have always been rumors that they are a pair, but Shab does not need Yog to give birth to life on her own.
Yog led Shab through a door and disappeared from Miel's sight.
Miel turned his gaze to Dindel: "Father Dindel, do you want to continue with us? Or return to Snow City?"
Dindel pondered for a moment before responding, "I plan to travel to the Dreamland. I have something I want to confirm... Miel Akunila, please don't mind me. Since my Lord doesn't want my soul, I won't die casually."
Miel said "OK": "Then please be careful."
After saying goodbye to Dindel, Miel first asked Cthulhu to take him back to the hotel, shared the situation with Rocas, Inai and Shoggoth, and then entered the sewer to confirm whether there were any missing sons of Abhoth.
The answer is no.
The entire sewer was spotless, even the blood and corpses were gone, as if nothing had happened.
It was a pity that he failed to save the slaves transported to Moon City, but since he saved the self-exiled Dindel, this trip to Moon City was not in vain.
Back at the hotel, Miel lay on the bed, looked at the dilapidated ceiling and said, "Cthulhu, I want to go back to Snow City."
"Okay, I'll take you back when you wake up." Cthulhu responded gently without asking Miel why he wanted to go back again.
He didn't ask, but Miel wanted to speak, so he said, "I shouldn't shy away from my duties as the son of the Snow City lord, and I shouldn't hope that Snow City will improve without the lord. If you want a city to change, someone has to step up and do something. I'm not sure if this change of mind is good or bad; perhaps it's a kind of growth, or perhaps it's a kind of pollution. But no matter what, I can't deceive myself. I want to go back."
"Well, you think—this reason is enough." Cthulhu responded, "I'll say it again, hopefully for the last time, but as long as you want to hear it, I can repeat it countless times—as my agent, no matter what you do, it is right."
Miel raised the corner of his lips and said "hmm", then closed his eyes with peace of mind.
I don't know how long it took, but he fell asleep.
When his consciousness sank into the dream, the first thing he sensed was endless darkness.
Not long after, with a "click", a bright beam of light fell from the sky, separating him from the surrounding darkness.
Miel lowered his head in confusion, looking at the bright light that surrounded him and the shadow that was driven to his feet by the light, his mind working with difficulty.
Miel: Am I dreaming? What is this light?
Before he could figure out what was going on, there was another "click" sound, and another bright beam of light fell from the sky, illuminating a humanoid creature not far in front of him.
Short snow-white hair, black skin, a pair of crimson eyes with dark whites, a face similar to but different from Cthulhun - the humanoid creature is Cthulhu, the tentacle that Miel encountered in the dreamland, one of the incarnations of Cthulhu.
Miel wanted to ask him what was going on, but when he opened his mouth, the words that flowed out of his mouth were: "Oh! My dear Cthulhu, the incarnation of the great Cthulhu, I am so happy to see you here! Please tell me, what is going on now?"
Exaggerated words and overly rich emotions make it seem like a drama.
Miel's eyes widened in disbelief, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to faint on the spot, and he kept his mouth tightly shut, not wanting to say another word.
Across from him, Kesukule spoke: "Oh! My dear Miel, I thought you had forgotten me in your dreams. It's so good to see you again! Please let me kill everything for you!"
Miel: “…”
Kesukule: “…”
Like Mier, Kesukule chose to keep silent.
The two looked at each other in awkward silence until a third voice sounded from the side of them.
"You are the mysterious deep sea, beautiful and quiet. What echoes at the bottom of the sea? Not the roar of the tide, but the throbbing in my chest."
"You are the brilliant starry sky, distant and brilliant. What is twinkling in the sky? It is not the brilliance of the stars, but the longing in my eyes."
With a "click", a beam of light fell, illuminating the person who said the two words.
Miel instinctively turned his gaze and saw——
A "person" wrapped in a yellow robe.
The first sight was indeed a person, a man with his arms raised.
But if you look closely, the hands are not hands, the arms are not arms, everything is just a fluttering yellow strip of cloth.
The strip of cloth is very thin and keeps fluttering. It cannot form the volume of a human body, but it can make people recognize that "he" is a person.
There seemed to be a body under the cloth, but also seemed not to be. It was like a robe draped over the body, or perhaps the cloth itself was His true body.
Yes, He.
Miel realized that it was a god.
Even the words spoken by the incarnation of Cthulhu can be distorted. This powerful ability to pollute is at least that of an Old One.
Suddenly, He "looked" at Miel.
Miel couldn't see anything from under the pitch-black hood, but he inexplicably felt a sense of panic as if he was being watched.
He was indeed being targeted, because the next sentence on the yellow cloth was:
"Yes, I'm talking about you, Miel."
"Miel Akunela, you are the deep sea, you are the starry sky."
"You are the love of my life!"
"I have waited here for thousands, tens of thousands of years, just to get an answer, a response from you."
"Miel, are you willing to be my bride?"
Miel:?
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Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait! I've outlined the final volume, and it won't be too long, probably no more than 10 chapters.
The ratio of plot and emotion in this book is not well distributed, and there are too few emotional lines. After it is finished, a bonus chapter will be arranged for each incarnation of Cthulhu!
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