Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Eialien woke from a long and confusing dream.

He stared blankly at the bright starry sky in front of him. The stars in the darkness were so dazzling and beautiful. But after looking at it for a long time, he always felt that there were countless eyes looking at him among the thousands of stars, as if there was some familiar and unknown existence whispering to him, telling ancient and incomprehensible words. speech.

Ialien involuntarily tensed his 'body', and a strange fear arose spontaneously, but he was clearly aware that this was not his emotion.

That emotion is more ancient, more instinctive... as if it comes from deep within the blood - huh? What did the Lord mean by those words? By the way, bloodline suppression.

There is something in his 'body' that is afraid of the unknown on those stars.

Although this was not 'his' own emotion, Ialien still took the initiative to withdraw his 'sight' and avoid the gaze of those 'stars'.

But when he withdrew his attention from the vast starry sky, he noticed something strange.

He felt like he was floating on black water, and strangely, he didn't feel like he was human.

He was in a trance, and his thoughts were all jumbled up.

All kinds of strange thoughts are mixed together, and all kinds of sounds are ringing in his ears, but when he really wants to clarify them, he feels that there is nowhere to do it, as if... it's like his brain Just disappeared.

-Wait, it seems like more than just his brain is gone.

He tried to move his fingers, but unlike what he imagined, his 'fingers' did not exist. Instead, a mass of black mist trembled.

"That's not quite right." He thought in confusion, "This is not me. I should be... quite good-looking. After all, the lord said that he is a face-controller. The lord likes me, so I must be very good-looking. nice."

This logic is smooth and impeccable.

Ialien tried hard to recall his appearance, and the black mist shrank little by little with his efforts, gradually condensing into a pitch-black human shape that was still exuding black energy.

It has no face or features, and black smoke is struggling and undulating on its body from time to time, trying to break through the shackles of the human form and change the black smoke into other shapes.

"No, I won't let you do this." Ialien said stubbornly. He knew that his current situation was very strange. He had no body, no brain (physics), and his body was made of strange black mist. In this black mist, there was something else competing with him for sovereignty.

He couldn't think rationally, but he vaguely knew that he had to obey his heart.

——The next step is the key.

【Your hair color? 】There was a voice in the void that was neither male nor female, and seemed to have no emotion, making a hoarse voice from the friction of mechanical gears.

"gold!"

As if to mislead him, a young man's voice that he was not familiar with sounded first.

Ialien shook his 'head' in disgust, and the black humanoid head shook awkwardly and subtly: "No, it's not!"

"Black!" Another cunning voice sounded with a smile, and he shook his head again: "No, it's not."

Ialien's memory was a little confusing. He felt like he had drunk too much wine, or like he had been given too much truth serum when he was dragged to the Heretic Tribunal. His thoughts were out of his control and in a mess. Memories emerge one after another.

Countless faces flashed by, some familiar, some unfamiliar, and some particularly kind, which made him unable to help but want to smile - although he couldn't 'smile' now.

Suddenly, he 'saw' a scene: heavy snowfall, a dark-haired lord with a smile on his lips, picking up his carefully braided silver braid. The lord stroked his hair affectionately, and while joking with him, he gently brought the tail of his hair to his lips and pressed a light kiss.

"Long silver hair." Ialien replied without hesitation.

Silver hair like a waterfall appeared from the dark figure in an instant, and almost at the same time, along with a sharp scream, a line of black smoke broke away from the black figure - as if it was purified by druids. After the expulsion of pollution.

Ialien blinked and seemed to understand something for a moment.

[The color of your eyes? 】The hoarse mechanical gear friction sound sounded again.

"Silver." This time, Ialien was not disturbed by other voices. He traced back the scene he just remembered, like a traveler trapped in a maze, tightly grasping the ball of wool in his hand pointing to the exit. .

Without waiting for the voice to ask again, he followed the thread of memory and kept moving forward until he saw himself in the mirror.

The beauty with silver hair and silver eyes stared at him from the bathroom mirror. Water drops slowly slid down from his silver hair and the side of his face. The smile on her face was filled with satisfaction and happiness.

"This is my appearance." The memory picture continued to enlarge, projected under the illusory starry sky, above the water, a golden mirror appeared in front of the black mist figure, and the mirror showed the image in his memory. image.

The black mist humanoid raised the hand made of black mist and pointed towards the mirror. The black mist on his arms and the back of his hand rolled, surged and struggled like waves, forcefully blocking his actions.

Ialien fought against the black mist unwaveringly, five centimeters, three centimeters, one centimeter...until his 'fingertips' touched the mirror.

In an instant, golden light flashed, and "virtual" and "real" were switched in an instant.

The memory in the mirror illuminated the black mist figure. The golden light flowed along the fingertips of Iyalian that touched the mirror surface and spread to the whole body of the figure. Wherever the golden light went, the mist dissipated, and from the dark and chaotic mist, a white and agile body broke free.

Iyalian coughed and tore open the black mist that bound him, as if he was born from the womb of the black mist again in the form of an adult, and after the black mist broke, it dissipated into polluted smoke in his hands and returned to this strange "world".

[h? ] The mechanical voice made an emotional sound for the first time, [I have seen many "people" who came here to fight the Devouring God War. However, I have only seen you who completely anchor yourself with others, use the impression of others as your own impression, and successfully preserve your "self". 】

Iyalian coughed up a mouthful of black water. After successfully recovering his form, his five senses and rationality all returned, and with them came more doubts: "Who are you?"

[I am nothing. ] The voice said, [You only need to know that I am the host and judge of this war of gods. And you just won the first war of gods. ]