Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

The decision was made, but the hidden old man still had no idea how to do it.

"Having said that, the design of this single-player book should allow players to go back in time and experience the more important time points in Drake's life... If they haven't entered the next point yet, it means that there are no important plots in this time period. explore?"

The hidden old man squatted in the flowers and grass on the roadside in a posture that was very unfit for the image of "Drake" and meditated, and then heard the conversation of passers-by.

"There's a new hotel opened in town."

"Ah, I know, I know. The boss has just moved here a month ago, and he is quite nice! I asked him to help me repair my leaky roof a few days ago, and he agreed very happily. He repaired it quickly and efficiently. good!"

The hidden old man's ears twitched, and he knew where the next important plot was!

——Innkeeper!

The hotel owner, as a fanatical believer of Naiko, played an important role in Drake's depraved and crazy life experience. His influence on Drake was probably greater than that of the old bishop!

The old bishop only regarded Drake as "the skin of a future god that can be raised by himself", but ignored that Drake was a living person with his own emotions, preferences and soft heart, and he was very interested in the gods brought by Drake. The desire for related benefits far outweighed the value placed on Drake's life.

If we look at the cruelty, ruthlessness and selfishness revealed by this "old father" after he tore off the mask of kindness, and the vast majority of the townspeople are accustomed to this cruelty, and even measure and evaluate morality based on the abundant material resources that Drake has received in the past. The painful indifference he experienced was like a sharp knife stabbing Drake, and the hotel owner was more like poison wrapped in honey, tricking Drake into falling deeper into hell step by step.

The ignorant child's heart was dyed black, and the pain was deliberately amplified until the nerve that was oppressed to the extreme burst, and a sharp blade in the name of revenge was stuffed into the child's hand.

Thinking of this, the hidden old man touched his nose and sighed in an old-fashioned manner with the appearance of a five-year-old child.

He can't empathize with Drake, but he can tell right from wrong.

Drake is obviously a sensitive child. What he longs for is the affection of the old bishop - his adoptive father, mentor and best friend in life, whether it is attention, love, recognition or anything else...Drake hopes for the eyes of the old bishop. The person you are looking at is him.

But the old bishop's eyes were fixed on him, and all he saw was the God of Light.

In order to let the gods he believes in come to the world, in order to become a hero in "raising" the gods, in order for one person to ascend to heaven, the old bishop does not really care what kind of soul is contained in the shell of "Drake", he only needs This shell can grow up healthy and obedient until the moment it is used.

"...This is very tyrannical literature." The hidden old man couldn't help complaining.

However, the world always ignores the pain and abuse suffered by the soul, as if as long as the material conditions are met, it can hurt the soul arbitrarily, and even when the victim screams in pain, he will take out an abacus and calculate the blood one by one. And a rational account.

There are always people in the world who don't have enough to eat, there are always people who live a worse life, and there are always people who suffer more pain... But the fact that the living conditions are slightly better than those of the most miserable people does not mean that the "injustice" is imposed on the victims. It becomes "justice"... Victims are victims. They become victims because of atrocities committed by others. There should not be any further classification among the victims. Only the worst person's Justice deserves to be served.

The hidden old man touched his nose and after clearing his thoughts, he found that he had subconsciously criticized and compared Drake as the victim... Well, this is indeed inappropriate. The old bishop treated Drake on the material level. It was indeed better than treating the children who were roughly thrown into the carriage, but this differential treatment was not Drake's fault.

The crux of the problem has always been the battle between the old bishop, who represents the God of Light, and the innkeeper, who represents Nayako. Drake became cannon fodder in the fight between the two sides. After repeated squeezing and pulling, he chose to... Fighting violence with violence...well, the method is indeed wrong, but the motivation is not incomprehensible.

The hidden old man thought all the way to the door of the hotel.

This hotel didn't change much from what he remembered, except that it looked much newer. The masonry, wood, and paint have not been beaten by the sun, rain, wind, snow, or even a trace of peeling, and there is no trace of time.

The hotel owner is also much younger than the hidden old man remembers. He is sweeping the floor leisurely at the door of the hotel with a broom, saying hello to passers-by from time to time.

——Whether it is appearance or demeanor, he looks like a very friendly and capable warm-hearted good man.

"Drake! Why are you free to come here today?" When he saw the blond child, his eyes lit up immediately and he came over. He took out a handful of candies from his apron pocket and skillfully put them into the hands of the hidden old man, "Here, Eat some candy!"

The hidden old man silently glanced at the candy in his hand. The system beeped and an attribute box popped up in front of his eyes.

[Candy for fanatical believers:

Sweet candy, but it also has mental interference effects such as lowering the San value. Long-term consumption can easily lead to pessimism, gloom, depression, madness and other negative emotions. 】

——Okay, the case has been solved. Drake's emotional sensitivity may have something to do with the drugged candy.

"I have nothing to do, just take a walk." The hidden old man replied casually, already thinking about how to kill this "Npc".

——Although this is already an illusion, although everyone is dead, and although killing this innkeeper may not necessarily change history and reverse everything, this will undoubtedly make the hidden old man much happier.

Upholding justice and changing injustice is one of the pleasures pursued by many players.

The hidden old man focused his attention on the innkeeper——Drake's body does not have its own identification skills, but when the player controls the body, he can see the attributes by focusing on the items or NPCs.

Another attribute box popped up in front of him.

[Innkeeper Lv128 Fanatic]

The corner of the hidden old man's eye twitched fiercely.

——Wait, at this level, it's a bit hard to do! Not to mention that he is now a five-year-old who knows nothing, even if he drives a cyber battle doll over, he will be in a difficult battle!