Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

Chaos listened to the advice and began to weave layers of protection for himself on the spot, not caring about the so-called dignity of the strong.

While waiting, Night Crow suddenly remembered something and asked casually: "By the way, your brother mistook me for you before, why?"

"The three failed transplants of the 'Boundary of Truth' superpower factor left a little trace on him." Chaos took the time to answer, "When I look at something through his eyes, that little trace will have some reaction... Of course, the result of 'seeing me' is purely because he is useless."

"Is that so..." Night Crow nodded, habitually floated up and sat in the air, unconsciously holding his tail and playing with it.

Soon, the densely packed multi-layered runes floating around Chaos disappeared in unison, and the blond young man raised his head and said, "I'm done."

"Oh." Night Crow let go of his long tail and stood up straight as if swimming, "Then let's start."

As Night Crow raised a hand and gently brushed the air, the quiet sea under the moon was unveiled like a curtain, revealing the chaotic reality underneath.

At that moment, Chaos saw the extreme cold.

The stars cooled, the particles stopped, the energy no longer surged, and everything died in the extreme cold, as if even time and space had solidified.

The stacked protective runes responded to the stress and stopped one by one from the outside to the inside.

Chaos looked at the last layer of protective runes that flickered like a candle in the wind and struggled to maintain the preset function, and he couldn't stop feeling disappointed.

"Is this what you call 'reality'?" He asked with a sigh.

"No, this is just the first stop on the way to the 'audience', a little appetizer." Night Crow replied, "If you can't even pass this level, there is no need to continue."

Kaos nodded, put on a clean smile that seemed to warm people's hearts, and exclaimed sincerely: "This is really great!"

Night Crow's hand brushed back in the air, and the quiet sea under the bright moon once again obscured the reality.

"Let's go, let's go to the next stop." Night Crow said, stepping on the shimmering sea again, leading the way.

Walking behind Night Crow, who looked like a legendary dragon girl, and listening to the endless and reassuring sound of the sea tide beside him, Chaos silently wove new protection and suddenly asked:

"What was that just now?"

"A demigod who failed to sublimate." Night Crow replied, "In terms of divine power alone, he is much stronger than I am now... As I said before, divinity is not equal to reality."

"'Not equal'..." Chaos whispered to himself thoughtfully and stopped asking questions.

...

As if Chaos was given enough time to weave the protection again, the distance of this moonlit walk was much longer than the previous one.

Of course, this was just Chaos's physical feeling.

He knew very well that in dreams, all physical rules depended on the will of the controller.

Almost the next second after Chaos stopped stacking defenses, Night Crow stopped again, turned around, and asked with a smile and friendliness: "The next stop is here, are you ready?"

Chaos nodded affirmatively.

So, the curtain opened.

The moment the gentle sound of the tide receded, Chaos' ears... no, his heart suddenly roared.

Countless turbid, self-contradictory dark thoughts and irrational, illogical and barbaric malice sprouted from the corners of Chaos's mind, and in an instant they crawled all over his heart like twisted limbs.

Those who were once despised and discarded by him are now coming fiercely, almost drowning his proud rationality and reserve.

But, it's only almost.

- Even if this is almost fatal.

When Chaos barely came to his senses, he found himself lying in an extremely turbid chaotic void, with a hideous expression and a messy breathing, like an unintelligent beast that was forced into a dead end.

The protection around him was still there, but he didn't know when it became dirty and twisted. Not only did it fail to protect him, but it also tried to corrode and devour him.

Mobilizing the remaining strength to dispel the protection that had become a burden, Chaos gritted his teeth and forced himself to adapt to and resist this unprecedented external "interference".

This was not easy, but fortunately, he had survived the most difficult first step.

...

On the other side, the Night Crow was crookedly holding its tail and floating in the air in a sitting position. Its silver-white eyes with light blue were watching the soul struggling on the "ground" with interest.

When he was forcibly "invited" before, under the surface of novelty and fun, the Night Crow was somewhat annoyed deep in his heart. In addition to anger, there was a breeding of malice..

Later, after tasting the unexpectedly delicious black tea and snacks, Night Crow's thoughts naturally changed from "giving a lifelong lesson" to "taking him back to be a chef", but this did not mean that her malice towards Chaos disappeared from then on.

On the contrary, her malice became even stronger.

- No matter how you look at it, for such a self-esteemed person, being washed from the inside out to become an absolutely loyal subordinate is a far more terrible situation than death.

But now, she has changed her mind.

Night Crow thought that Chaos could stay awake in the pollution of the broken godhood "Evil of All Beings". After all, Lucas, who also did not have divinity, persisted for so many years after being forced to merge with "Evil of All Beings".

But she did not expect that Chaos could still maintain himself so... "perfect" when caught off guard.

For Chaos, who completely abandoned his physical body and transformed into a soul life, and lived in the gap between the hearts and dreams of all beings, "Evil of All Beings" is almost his natural enemy.

In this strange space with no formal rules and only chaotic reflections of the present world, the power of cognition is magnified to a certain limit. Once Chaos's cognition of himself is shaken a little, his body will be the first to react.

However, even though Chaos was penetrated by the power of "evil of all living beings" and hit the vital points without any resistance, under the careful observation of Night Crow, although his posture was a little embarrassed, he did not change even for a moment.

Such a firm and admirable self, if used only as a private chef, is really a waste of natural resources.

The main body's attention came unconsciously. Lenari looked at the blond young man curled up in the void and looked quite embarrassed through the eyes of the night crow, and silently called his twin:

"Glorious, is the godhead of the 'Lord of Strange Tales' still there?"

"Yes." The calm voice of the Radiant Truth sounded in Lenari's sea of ​​consciousness, "The Federation has sent volunteers to try several times, but no one has been able to maintain their self after the fusion."

"Then temporarily refuse the Federation to continue trying, and keep me for the time being."

"Okay."