Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

It is said that there are five stages of human grief, the first of which is denial.

Drake began to deny everything when he heard that he was going to become the son of God and the body of God.

He tried every means to verify, to find different answers, and to check more evidence.

However, all the insiders said the same thing, and all the evidence pointed to only one result.

He was betrayed by the old bishop... No, it would be better to say that from the beginning, this was the fate that the old bishop had set for him.

The established facts were irrefutable, and denial was useless.

So, he ushered in the second stage of grief, anger.

The sudden anger swept Drake like a tide, and in an instant everyone became the object of his hatred... If he couldn't even trust his closest adoptive father, how could he trust those strangers?

At this moment, the only person he could trust was the hotel owner.

"I have a suggestion." The innkeeper raised his lips and showed a mysterious and evil smile. "The Church of Light treats you like this, don't you want to retaliate?

Are you really willing to become the vessel of the God of Light, let Him erase your personality and your cognition, wear your skin, enjoy the respect and cherishment that you will never get in your life, and then trample on the family affection that you want but can't get."

"Of course I don't want to!" Drake said angrily.

"Then come with me, surrender to the arms of our gods, offer your loyalty and your flesh and blood to Him, and He will bless you!"

Drake ushered in the negotiation stage in anger.

He began to actively seek survival, looking for all ways to escape the predetermined fate.

Since the gods representing justice and light want to steal his body and erase his existence, then what's wrong with him choosing the evil god of the opposite camp?

Drake accepted the innkeeper's proposal.

——But he kept a watchful eye.

After being betrayed by the old bishop whom he regarded as his father, he could no longer trust others wholeheartedly like a simple child.

Drake remembered a silver figure riding a Pegasus falling from the sky.

When he was driven back to the room by those strong servants and then quietly sneaked out of the room, he hid in the shadow of the corner and listened to the gossiping servants and the kitchen maid talking about the story of the silver-haired son who was once chosen to be the son of God but escaped unscathed.

Drake remembered the son. He had peeped and eavesdropped outside the old bishop's office and knew that the son had opened the old bishop's safe and put some sealed objects in it.

Drake even remembered the password of the safe.

So, on a dark and windy night - of course, there was no moon in this world - Drake secretly unlocked the door after everyone went to bed, slipped into the old bishop's office, and opened the safe with the password in his memory.

I don't know whether I should be thankful or not, the old bishop doesn't like to change the password and loves to write a diary.

Drake has never been so grateful to the old bishop for his tireless teaching of reading and writing and mysticism. He can easily understand the old bishop's diary and the banned books in the cabinet that the old bishop has confiscated.

Staying in the bell tower town and the Church of Light is a dead end.

But he can't leave here either. Here is his "home" and his "family". Even if it ends up being nothing, it is all he has had since he was born.

He doesn't have much, but now he is going to lose all of it.

He doesn't have the confidence to escape the town alone. Outside the town are endless grasslands and deserts... People who are not familiar with the terrain will fall into the bottomless swamp covered by tall grass in the grassland and be swallowed by the muddy earth in an instant; even if they pass through the grassland, there is still a large desert Gobi with no visible edge waiting for him.

In that place, he couldn't tell east, west, south, north, up, down, left, and right. Under the alternating scorching sun, unfamiliar travelers would only become mummies in the desert and lunch for vultures.

Even if he was lucky enough to cross the grassland and desert and find the right direction in the endless maze, where could he go?

The power of the Church of Light spread all over the place. If he escaped, he would be wanted by the messengers of the itinerant cult and all the believers of the Church of Light. His face, which was extremely similar to that of the God of Light, and his recognizable yellow-green eyes, were the most eye-catching targets.

When he was a child, he was so happy when people praised him for being similar to the God of Light, and now he was so painful.

How easy is it to hide those characteristics now!

The world is so big, but there is no place for him.

But can the innkeeper really trust Nyarlathotep?

The forbidden book said that it was a cunning god who was better at playing with people's hearts than the God of Light. He liked to deceive and seduce humans. He liked to watch people fall into endless painful hell because of his deception, and finally usher in eternal despair and insanity.

Drake did not believe in him. This was not a god who would extend a friendly hand out of kindness.

He found another choice in the forbidden book.

Yog-Sothoth, the book said that he knew everything and mastered time, space and all the secrets of the world. Then, such an existence must be able to answer his confusion and guide him to survive.

The forbidden book mentioned two ways to summon Yog-Sothoth. One is to have the key of Yog-Sothoth, and the other is to set up an altar and a magic circle, and forcibly draw the Gate of the All-Seeing (the Gate of the Dead) with blood sacrifice, so that the Gate of Time and Space can be opened from this side, and Yog-Sothoth can be asked to cast his gaze on the officiant, and get the answers to three questions from Yog-Sothoth.

Drake tore off the page of the book that recorded the summoning method from the forbidden book. At this moment, he did not think that the so-called key of Yog-Sothoth was right next to him, and it was less than five centimeters away from his hand when it was closest.

Fate played a huge joke on Drake.

Drake folded the page of the book as if it were a treasure, hid it in his clothes against his heart, carefully restored all the furnishings in the safe, and returned to his bedroom in the night.

He did not realize that he had been contaminated by the page.

The ritual recorded on the pages of the book requires the sacrifice of a lot of human lives and blood. Only when the huge energy provided by the painful death of life is gathered together can the door to the other world (dreamland) be opened.

This is a unique summoning method in this world.

Drake has not made up his mind yet, but that night, he slept very soundly. In his dream, he seemed to see countless crystal clear colorful bubbles floating in the air.