Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Home, or homeland, has different meanings for different people.

Some people drift all their lives, but miss the sunset they saw when they returned home from school when they were young. Some people climb up step by step throughout their lives, but look back and don’t remember what their home looks like; some people regard ‘home’ as a cage that binds them, and once they escape, they will never look back.

For Ludwig, home is surrounded by relatives, gatherings of the same clan, memories of the past, and longing for the future, and it is also a responsibility buried deep in his heart.

When he was young, he saw the most beautiful colors and the most vigorous vitality in the world... In that freest and most beautiful era, the sweet joy and fragrance of happiness floated in the air. As long as you take a deep breath of air, you can feel the fullness in your stomach.

Although compared with the long darkness and decadence that followed, that beautiful period was like a glimpse in the long river of time, it was still deeply rooted in his heart and became his obsession.

He did not want to flee his homeland and go to other worlds that were more suitable for survival. No, he wanted to return this world to its best state, so that the demons could walk freely in the world again, no longer like rats crossing the street, and no longer be beaten by everyone.

He hid the curved horns on his head and walked on the streets of Amt New City.

There was a happy aroma everywhere, and the adventurers were fighting and jumping, and their unique souls were shining with dazzling light.

Ludwig recognized the brilliance of the other world in those souls. Like Gadreye, he had observed that the world consciousness sent out a call for help from other worlds. This was already the last resort of this world, and fortunately, it finally worked.

These strange, crazy but extremely stable souls were not afraid of the pollution of the evil god at all. Their souls were wearing the shells of this world, playing the roles they imagined in their minds, and on the stage built by the world consciousness and the lord, they performed one life story after another that belonged to this world and did not belong to this world.

A blond, blue-eyed middle-aged bard played the accordion and sang his own songs on the street. Ludwig stopped for a moment and listened carefully. He found that the lyrics were about the love between the lord and the knight. The players and residents around him smiled knowingly and took out coins and threw them into the hat at the singer's feet.

Ludwig took a deep breath of the strong strawberry smell nearby and licked the corner of his mouth.

——Hmm, a delicious appetizer.

He looked at the bard, took out a demon coin from his pocket and threw it into the hat.

The bard glanced at the coin and tilted his head thoughtfully.

Ludwig continued to move forward.

In front of him was a more lively market. There were not only those otherworldly souls, but also many local residents, dwarves, elves, orcs, mermaids... People of all races gathered here, buying or selling. The air was filled with the fragrance of orange, which was the joy and satisfaction of satisfying the desire to shop, and occasionally mixed with the pungent smell of fishy herb after the greed and cunning of the dwarf merchants and their success in taking advantage of small bargains.

Ludwig wrinkled his nose and silently moved away from the dwarves. He didn't like this smell very much.

"Come and take a look, freshly planted strawberries! Fresh cucumbers!"

"Fried chicken legs! Freshly baked fried chicken legs!"

"Spicy duck necks are on sale! Come and try them, there are also cumin, pepper salt, and vine pepper flavors!"

Ludwig couldn't smell the aroma of the food, but he could smell the surprise, appreciation, disgust of the eaters, and the desire to eat again... These desires were more or less mixed with the "taste" of the food itself, which was the "memories" mixed in the desires.

Ludwig collected the scattered and free emotions and desires. He only tasted them briefly and did not really attack anyone's emotions and desires. But when he tasted all the way from the beginning to the end of the street, he actually burped.

Ludwig: "..." So full.

This well-informed Duke of Hell also experienced a rare and wonderful experience of a confident traveler going to a snack night market, thinking that he could eat from the beginning to the end of the alley without any pressure, but he was so full that he had to hold on to the wall halfway.

He couldn't help but burp again. Strangely, this burp seemed to have an echo. Ludwig looked at the source of the sound. Several nightmares in courier uniforms had a restrained smile on their faces and were shyly saluting him.

They didn't even disguise themselves. The small horns on their heads and the pointed tails on their tail vertebrae were exposed through the holes specially left in their clothes and hats. The big words "Dream Express" were written on the back of the uniforms.

Ludwig was stunned, waved his hand at them, and turned to look at the street.

The demons can abandon their disguises, openly show their own characteristics and walk on the street, freely absorb the overflowing, delicious, juicy and powerful emotional power, not be treated as aliens, not be discriminated against, beaten, scolded and driven away, not be cast with subtle hateful eyes... Isn't this the ideal place that He pursues? !

"It turns out that all this can really be realized..." He said in a daze, with mixed feelings in his heart, some disbelief, and a little relief of getting what he wanted, just like the conjecture that a mathematician has spent his whole life to verify has now been conquered by someone. Although the person who made the final answer was not Him, it also proved that His pursuit and His theory were completely correct.

"Excuse me, do you need help?" A familiar voice interrupted Ludwig's thoughts. He turned around and saw the blond minstrel just now. He was smiling and polite. , and with a bit of sophistication: "Hello, hello, I am a gangster with a sword... Ah, don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand, I am not a robber, this is just my name when I walk around the world.

As the saying goes, choosing a stronger name can save you a lot of trouble~"

Ludwig: "...?" Where is such a saying? ?

The knife-wielding gangster came up to him a little too familiarly: "I see that your clothes, your appearance, and the coins you use are all different. You are not from this city, are you? I see you coming and going here. Have you walked a few times and got lost? Do you need some guidance? I can be your guide when traveling in the city!

Don't look at me like this. I know everything about astronomy and geography. I know all the gossip in the city. Where is the best food nearby and where is the cheapest product? Just ask me!

If you have anything at hand that you need my help with, please feel free to ask! There is no mission that we adventurers cannot take on! "

Ludwig looked at him a few more times with interest. There was no malice in this gangster, but he had a strong desire to explore, and he was afraid that he had already figured out his identity.

"You have nothing to do, just take a look around," Ludwig said with a smile, "I just need a tour guide."