Chen Jing watched the space open up little by little, without a trace of emotion on his face, even though there was an indescribable and unimaginable ultimate existence on the other side of the hole.
"Azathoth, you ran out again."
Azathoth came in, closed the passage, and patted Chen Jing on the shoulder: "Humph, if I really want to run, they can't stop me. Who am I? Hahaha."
"The wave is coming, aren't you panicking at all?"
"Please, I used to be a creature from the outer layer. Everything I created is derived from the outer layer. My world is connected to the outer layer. I won't be invaded by the outer layer at all. Waves only happen in an orderly world like yours. My world is just a thin veil covering chaos."
"Damn, you really have a point." Chen Jing pulled the pillow off her back, patted the flesh scraps on it, and rubbed it. Indeed, putting aside its curious appearance, this thing was quite comfortable to rub.
"Let me go!" A tentacle hit Chen Jing's face, but Chen Jingsha Mills didn't react. However, He didn't use any force at all, and just pulled it gently and softly, so that no one felt it at all.
Chen Jing let go, and the Tool God once again became Azathoth's means of transportation. The twelve rebels behind him looked at this scene and immediately raised Chen Jing's danger level to a higher level.
"Let's go. I'll arrange a dormitory for you. However, RT5 is probably a makeshift place and may not have a toilet."
"So, where does the big sister live?"
"Go to her sister's place." Chen Jing answered as a matter of course.
"Sister!?" they said in unison.
They lowered their heads under Chen Jing's strange gaze.
"Sorry, we were just a little too shocked. The eldest sister never mentioned it."
"Is that so? Well, I won't say much. Just judge for yourselves."
"Is that an angel?" asked a blond young man.
Chen Jing patted his shoulder and said, "You'd better not see it, otherwise it will be a huge blow to Meng."
"I just wanted to…" Eleven glared.
"Hahaha." This is the first time I've met such a kind-hearted peer since I came to this world.
The most important thing is that you are a man, and you can talk about things that only men understand.
"Hey, Chen Jing, pay attention to me." Azathoth shouted.
Chen Jing complained: "Didn't you fall asleep just now?"
"I am always in an unstable state between sleep and non-sleep. You can never confirm whether I am asleep or not until you observe me."
Chen Jing smiled and said, "I'll call Gehros over."
"Are you a devil? I will never stay with her. If you dare to yell at me, I'll run away!"
Azathoth gestured and took out a game console from his arms: "Would you like the new version I just developed?"
What kind of evil god is this? Anything separated from Azathoth will more or less take on some divinity. Simply put, it is either an evil god or on the way to becoming one.
A small amount almost blew up the laboratory of the intelligent machine civilization.
This guy is simply a walking disaster to ordinary civilization.
How can something like this be allowed to run around on the streets? Yogurt, has your kindness been eaten by a dog?
...It's really possible.
Azathoth thought for a moment, then handed it to the young rebel soldier beside him and said, "Here."
Chen Jing took it.
They laughed, but Chen Jing just looked at them with pity. You don't know, so you don't feel the horror. Ignorance is always the best protection.
"Chen Jing...Azathoth!" Fenrir is one of the few gods who has a good relationship with Azathoth, but this may also be a relationship developed from sleeping together.
After Fenrir's wolf form shrank, his fur became very soft. Azathoth liked to lie on it and tell Chen Jing stories, such as punching someone today and kicking someone tomorrow. And there sounded like there were so many details that people doubted whether it was true.
Eighty percent yes.
…
"Ms. Anna, welcome." The middle-aged man stepped aside.
Anna Aklerman, the first-generation matriarch of the family, is the most terrifying existence whose age is unknown. She is also one of the three controllers behind the Crisis Committee.
"I haven't been back for ten years. I don't know how you are doing." Back then, Ak turned to a foreign god for help in desperation. Later, that god gave him countless wealth and knowledge. In return, the entire family was controlled by her from the beginning.
Someone once tried to use outsiders to escape this control, but as if mocked by fate, no one in this family could escape Anna's control.
The formless web envelopes every Ackerman.
Even the name was given by God.
"Sherman wants to rebel against you, and he is preparing." said the middle-aged man.
Anna raised her eyebrows: "Isn't he your grandson?" The middle-aged man in front of her was actually over a hundred years old.
"Lord! The eternal life I seek can only be given by you. I am absolutely loyal to you!"
"Humans are really interesting. Let me give you a plan to prove yourself. Bring him to see me."
The middle-aged man's hands began to tremble. Anna had never cared about these things, because mortals could not hurt her in the slightest. No matter how perfect the plan was, even if they once obtained a royal weapon, the royal weapon user had only one sentence to say: "Nothing in the world can hurt her. You should be honored to be able to serve her."
The middle-aged man's father had been trying to kill God his entire life, but until the very last moment, after Anna revealed her true form to him, when the middle-aged man entered the house again, there was no longer that ambitious man.
An ordinary old man slept in a recliner, his eyes dead. His father’s last words were: “I tried my best.”
Even so, Anna had never executed any human being herself, so he thought this was something he could tell her in exchange for her trust.
But this time, the kind God did not say, "You decide for yourself."
Instead, she asked him to bring the prisoner to her.
Prove? How?
Under Anna's playful gaze, he nodded heavily: "I will, please wait in the hall."
Anna walked into the hall alone. On the silver-white walls were written the family's precepts, half of which were warnings not to try to challenge her.
But mortals would not listen after all, just as they were always unwilling to truly believe in her, even if she gave them a lifespan twice as long as that of ordinary people.
"Mortals, mortals, huh, I don't know where Lord Chen Jing has gone, um..." She saw two children behind the stair railing.
They were looking at her cautiously, and it seemed like a familiar scene. Before them, three generations of this family had been in the same position, doing the same thing. It was like an irreversible cycle. Their struggles, roars, and even despair had made Anna experience a different feeling.
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