Chapter 190: Allen Bows to Another Boss
Allen's consciousness continued ascending through the multidimensional realm, drawing ever closer to the crimson light cluster.
His eyes darted left and right, scanning the different multidimensional universes around him.
In truth, without special means or sufficient strength, one could never perceive the endless multiverse.
If one's will touched the multiverse, in worlds where Demon Gods existed, it would be seen as a provocation—often enough to trigger war.
The primary Demon Gods would use the coordinates on the intruder to lock onto their world and initiate an invasion.
Although the light cluster appeared close by, it was like a star in the night sky—utterly impossible to gauge by normal distance.
What's more, the multidimensional realm followed its own spatial laws; straight-line movement could never reach what the eye could see. Spatial jumps were required, and the prerequisite for those was knowledge of the target world's coordinates.
Just then, a massive, overwhelming presence flooded the void.
A towering figure like a colossus emerged from the crimson light cluster.
His skin looked as if it had been bathed in blood. Four pairs of crimson horns adorned his head. Antennae dangled where his ears should be, and his face looked hideously disfigured by burns, with sharp fangs fully exposed due to a lack of lips—an appearance that sent chills down the spine.
Cyttorak stared at Allen with a puzzled expression.
Through Allen's soul, he had seen everything that happened and was astonished—this guy had actually sacrificed himself? In all the countless eons he had lived, this was a first.
"You think I'm some second-rate hell demon who likes collecting souls?" Cyttorak's strength was evident even in his voice, which caused space itself to ripple.
Put simply, even if the Seven Kings of Hell came knocking, he wouldn't show an ounce of respect.
A being of such majesty would never be interested in the paltry souls of humans. If he truly wanted them, he could just destroy an entire multiverse and harvest countless souls in an instant.
"Boss, I'm here to pledge allegiance," Allen said shamelessly. "With someone as mighty and majestic as you, it's clear you've transcended all petty interests. Human souls are filthy things—I'd say they'd only taint your noble presence that towers over the heavens."
"..."
After Allen's long stream of flattery, Cyttorak found himself oddly satisfied. He suddenly saw Allen in a much more favorable light and said in a deep voice, "State your purpose."
"Boss, come on, what kind of person do you take me for?" Allen's tone abruptly shifted to righteous indignation. "Can't I simply admire your grandeur and come here just to witness your divine power for myself? Out of all the countless beings across the universes, only you are worthy of my loyalty. All the other riffraff can get lost—they're not even fit to be compared to one of your leg hairs."
"Hmm… isn't that a bit over the top?"
Cyttorak wasn't so arrogant as to think he was invincible. He knew that some entities existed even before the multiverse itself.
"I won't allow you to talk like that."
Allen suddenly grew solemn. "You have no idea how much I idolize you. Ever since I was in the orphanage, I started a 'Learn from Cyttorak, Everyone Becomes Cyttorak' campaign. Now that I've had the fortune of seeing you in person, I can die without regrets."
"I don't intend to kill you," Cyttorak replied awkwardly.
He was starting to suspect that this guy was mentally unstable—like one of those crazed zealots cultivated by so-called righteous gods who went around preaching to gullible mortals.
"What!?"
Allen put on a grief-stricken face. "So Boss thinks I'm not worthy. I get it. I mean, I am a mentally flawed person, someone nobody accepts."
"I… I didn't say that. Don't go imagining things."
Cyttorak was at a loss for words—it felt like rejecting a girl's love confession face to face, not knowing how to console her.
"Boss, if you won't accept me as your little brother, then kill me now, right this second."
Allen's face was serene. "To die by your hand would fulfill the dream of my entire life."
What's with all this life-or-death drama?
Cyttorak was starting to feel a headache. It was rare to meet someone he could actually talk to, but this one was just too fanatical—he was completely unprepared for it.
"…Fine. I accept you."
"Really!?"
Allen beamed, grinning ear to ear. "Don't worry, Boss. With me by your side, I'll help you conquer my world, then rally an army to attack the multiverse, and then invade the multidimensional realms. My goal is to have all sentient beings submit to your underwear—and sing your praises morning, noon, and night…"
"..."
You're going that far?
I still want to live, damn it!
Listening to Allen's grandiose plans, Cyttorak felt a chill in his heart and began to regret his earlier decision.
If not for the image he had to uphold, he'd never want to go back on his word and lose face.
Allen, meanwhile, continued enthusiastically:
"And then we'll capture all the gods and Demon Gods, make them miners in the Divine Quarry, and have them dig up Infinity Stones. I'll build a toilet made entirely of Infinity Stones for you, Boss. We're not aiming for the best—we're aiming for the most extravagant! And in the center of the multidimensional realm, I'll erect a statue of you made from Infinity Stones, so that every intelligent lifeform can worship your divine face every time they walk out their front door."
"Your sincerity is noted," Cyttorak said—and then promptly severed the ritual link, no longer daring to listen to Allen's madness.
"Boss, don't send me away!"
"I want to be the keychain on your thigh!"
"Boss, I have a backup plan…"
"Boss…"
"..."
Allen's soul drifted farther and farther away, his voice growing fainter.
Cyttorak muttered, still shaken, "That guy's definitely mentally unstable—absolutely not normal. If I really believed his nonsense and let him dig up the Divine Quarry, he'd end up waking the First Firmament. I'd be dead in seconds."
Still, among all the "bosses" Allen ever bowed to, Cyttorak was one of the few who actually got a happy ending.
…
When his consciousness returned to his body, Allen opened his eyes to find a circle of veteran sorcerers sitting around him.
"Yao-mei, what are they doing?"
He turned to ask the Ancient One, completely unaware that he was the reason for the gathering.
"Uh… they've projected their souls into the multidimensional realm. They're searching for you," the Ancient One said, speechless.
"Looking for me?!"
Allen slapped his forehead. "They think I'm in danger? Seriously, they're underestimating the power of my protagonist halo."
"..."
Allen stepped out of the circle of sorcerers with a smug grin. "Yao-mei, I just accepted a new little brother—Aunt Flo's overlord, Cyttorak. The moment he saw my face—my devastatingly handsome face—he practically begged to kiss my boots. I had no choice but to reluctantly accept his loyalty."
"Really?"
Agatha looked at him suspiciously, clearly not buying it.
"See that? I can see the doubt and jealousy in your eyes."
Allen raised his right leg and stuck it in front of her.
"What are you doing?"
Agatha asked, but still instinctively grabbed his leg and started rubbing it.
"Mount, do we really have no soul connection at all?"
Allen explained, "Raising my leg means I want you to hug my thigh. I'm the transmigrated protagonist with a system—if you just suck up to me a little, I'll help you take care of the Scarlet Witch and drain all her chaos magic."
"Scram…"