Co-translator: Blu
【 The girl screamed as she fled. She heard the sounds of wind and rain whistling from behind her. As she turned her head, she saw the extermination of an era begin on the sea’s surface.
Looking at the huge tentacle, the girl was so terrified that she slipped, fell to the ground, and wept.
She wanted to go home, she didn’t want to die!
Cultists gathered around and watched the horrified girl while holding up a torch.
"My lord, your most loyal believer offers to you—!"
As the torch was about to fall on the girl, the thunderbolt fell, turning the believer into charcoal.
Under the sea, the sleeping god opened his eyes, one dark sapphire and the other a light cyan.
I! Won't let you hurt Catherine! 】
——From《Cthulhu’s Wrath》
Zhou Yu stroked the mark on the back of his hand and recalled a scene from the plot.
It was a huge tentacle that protruded from the depths of the ocean floor, with an extremely mysterious and terrifying aura.
That tentacle was similar to the tentacles he saw in his dream that day.
Zhou Yu recalled the scene of that day again. His ears flushed crimson while he pondered with a perplexed gaze.
So, was the villain in this movie the evil god?
According to previous speculations, both the evil god and Franken had a possibility of being Feng Xing, so how should he distinguish them?
One is too annoying and uncouth to speak to, and the other was like an ignorant child.
Zhou Yu felt a headache again. He looked at the mess in the living room and could not help revealing some irritation.
If he’d agreed to the contract, he would’ve been back sooner.
Looking at the living room, things must have happened a long time ago.
He couldn't find any clues about the people who had taken Franken at all, or where Franken himself was at.
He didn’t even know if Franken was alive or dead.
However, there is a high probability that he wasn’t dead. Zhou Yu didn’t believe that a movie that killed off the protagonist before the plot even began existed.
But even so, he still wasn’t clear about the specific plot, and was completely clueless about the current situation in front of him.
Zhou Yu sat on a sofa that could still be considered fairly-intact with half-drooping eyelids, looking despondent.
However, there were ways. Those Outsiders must know about the plot. According to their performance in the previous world, they would definitely not miss out on this plot.
Zhou Yu reached out and lit a light ball at his fingertips. In this dark living room, only this light source illuminated half of the living room.
He had plans.
***
The night was dark and two men in black robes were driving a carriage. Following the carriage were more than a dozen other black-robed people who were quickly moving towards the border of the Torian Empire.
A hooded cultist drove the carriage and asked the leader sitting next to him a question, doubt on his face.
"Boss, why didn’t we tie this sacrifice and leave directly? This is too slow, subordinate is afraid that our Lord will blame us!" His eyes were full of zeal for the god.
The leader silently took out a faintly glowing statue, reverently responding, "This is the will of my Lord. I heard the voice of my Lord, this sacrifice is highly valued by His Greatness. We must keep the sacrifice safe and bring it back to the Lord without any damage!"
The cultist beside him immediately mumbled devoutly, his expression becoming even more fanatical: "Yes! Lord, this is the will of my Lord!"
The cultists on each of the carriage’s sides also sped up their pace when they heard this, the faith in their eyes becoming even hotter.
That's right, this was the beloved sacrifice of their god, how could they be negligent, to have it tied and walk like the other sacrifices? No, it needed to be transported via carriage!
These enthusiastic and devout believers didn’t even doubt the aesthetics of their god, that he’d actually like such a monster-like offering.
In their eyes, this was normal.
It's just these unworthy eyes of theirs didn’t know how to appreciate the charm of this monster. In the aesthetic of the gods, this sacrifice is definitely beautiful! Otherwise, how could He give orders several times and pay great attention to it!
Of course, when Cthulhu - who thought his beloved human had come and was filled with expectation - saw such an ugly monster as the one in the carriage, his heart greatly collapsed. However, that’s a story for later.
The cultists were quick, they switched to an airship midway, and finally saw the coast in the early morning of the third day.
They finally completed the task given by their Lord!
***
In the early morning, a small town in the Torian Empire was still immersed in the quietness of the night. In a small inn in the civilian area, there were sounds already spreading.
[Issued tasks:
Basic task: Live smoothly to the end of the plot.
If mission failure occurs, erasure will begin.
Additional Mission 1: Survive two days on Laleille Island.
Mission success rewards 5000 points. No penalty for mission failure. 】
The announcement of the system was broadcasted and the reincarnators scattered in different cities halted their actions in unison and surprise.
Had the plot started already?
Brown-haired, Asian-looking Antonio wiped the silver pistol in his hand with a cloth indifferently.
"It's also good for it to start earlier. Andrew, your death is near! I'm not scared. I haven't even died once, but you, ha ha, this time, you won't have such good luck as before!” Antonio profoundly looked at the gun in his hand, whispering with a savage expression, wishing he could kill that damned Captain Andrew now.
He’d been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.
He’d be sure to leave him in this world forever!
Antonio put his gun away, walked out of the room, and started calling to his other companions.
All four of them were gathered in the first-class wing, looking serious.
"Sir, the plot has started ahead of time. Shall we set off immediately?" A middle-aged reincarnator sitting next to Antonio asked his opinion respectfully.
Antonio waved his hand, the corner of his mouth raising: "No hurry, let's go to the nearby adventurer's guild. I posted a request some time ago, and the guild receptionist just notified me that someone has taken it. After the mission, we will see what these indigenous adventurers can do, if they’re useless, we can just use them as cannon fodder!"
In the next room, a man shrouded in a black cloak leaned against the wall while eavesdropping. His well-shaped lips slightly lifted and disappeared into the air the next second.
Okay, I’ll wait for you to treat me as cannon fodder.
In the room, there was still a slight distortion in the air. If a high-level caster were to come here, they would be astonished to find that this was the space magic in the list of the ten most impossible spells to cast.