Without a doubt, the situation at the scene was not any better.
But the situation in front of him had exceeded the sub-system's expectations.
Although it had heard of some extremely lucky legendary investigators who could face an ancient god without changing their expression and talk cheerfully. But facing a trainee who remained unmoved in the face of one of the three pillar gods and even had the mood to look at him, the sub-system still felt a headache coming on.
Zong Jiu endured the pain in his eyes and ignored the hot blood dripping from the corner of his eyes. He stood on the ground full of vicissitudes and smoke and looked up at the indescribable existence in the sky without any hesitation.
Obviously, this wasn't a beautiful scene.
Tens of thousands of roiling clouds and mists intertwined with each other. When one took a closer look, it was as if there were many twisted and horrifying body organs hanging in the air. Countless mouths mixed with liquid opened, and from the unknown torso came out sections of entangled black tentacles that made people want to vomit. There was a sticky and disgusting glossy liquid attached to the tentacles. Occasionally, a drop of black mucus would fall to the ground and split into a new black goat cub.
Although his rationality value was only slightly reduced by 1, the visual impact of this scene was still huge. Even if Zong Jiu's expression did not change and his heart did not beat faster, the disorderly and pervasive fear attached to the evil creature of a higher dimension could still easily burn his eyes.
[Because your rationality value has once again decreased by one-fifth in one day, the trainee will enter an indefinite madness state.]
The ten-sided die in the air started to spin again.
This time, it was a temporary madness symptom drawn from ten major categories and hundreds of minor madness symptoms.
[You have drawn the madness state: Mania.]
[Duration of negative state: 7 hours.]
[The sub-system is making a dark die for you …]
Since he used Iruka's silver coin, his luck value was maximized.
Zong Jiu touched his chin and felt that it was best to enter a temporary madness state that did not affect his calmness and rationality.
[Congratulations, you have drawn the madness symptom number 93: Paranoia.]
[Paranoia: In the next seven hours, you will believe that you are an ancient god.]
[After seven hours, the indefinite madness state will be removed and you will return to normal.]
In the next second, the confusion caused by the madness symptoms formed in the magician's mind.
Zong Jiu suddenly realized.
It turned out that his true identity was not some magician who had transmigrated from a book, but a supreme, great, and honorable Evil God!
His believers were spread across thousands of worlds, and his alias was the "Lord of the Deep Space". His true identity was the Old Dominator of the Pleiades Star Zeng 9 in the Pleiades Star Cluster!
He owned the ancient and glorious city of Carcosa and ruled over an entire planet as his territory. He ruled over millions of fanatical people who worshipped him!
The youth stood on the ground, the stench of the wind and of the fire.
He suddenly lowered his voice and said in a slow, elegant and dignified voice, "Sub-system, what are you waiting for? Why don't you drape the King of Calcasa in his regal yellow robes? "
Sub-system: "…"
It was not a problem for him to imagine himself as a god due to the madness symptoms, but the problem was that Hastur was not made up, he was a real god!
The Lord of the Deep Space's full name was Hastur, and he often appeared in the form of a tattered yellow robe. In the nineteenth century, a secret meeting of revellers in France had performed a cursed play, The King in Yellow, at the Grand Theatre, and had succeeded in summoning the terrible Ruler of the Old Days, throwing all the opera-goers on the spot into a permanent frenzy.
Over the years, the image of the King in yellow robe was passed down in the works of various secret arts and artists.
The Sub-system wanted to wake the magician up.
Paranoia was to imagine oneself as a god, so why did the magician put himself in the shoes of a famous Old Dominator after being afflicted with this indefinite madness state?
But in the next second, before it could say anything, the ten-faced die started to spin again as if there was no one around.
[Your roll points are 1/20, congratulations … Successful disguise.]
Strictly speaking, the disguise had to be done with the materials on hand. Just as the Sub-system was about to remind him of this, it turned around and saw the magician throw a Great Luck.
Two Great Successes, didn't that mean he could have anything he wanted?
The Europeans could do whatever they wanted with the ten-faced die.
The Sub-system didn't want to say anything, it decided to check if the ten-faced die was tampered with by the magician.
[Logically speaking, there shouldn't be such materials around. But fortunately, you happened to find the disguise items you needed in the pile of junk pushed by some black goat cub beside you. You put on a splendid and resplendent ragged yellow robe and put on a hood of the same size.]
After putting on the robe, the Zong Jiu felt that he couldn't be any better.
He even found an excuse for why he didn't put on the yellow robe and why he lost his power.
Of course, it was because he was in a sealed state, and what appeared was only an afterimage. jpg
The youth stood in the same spot, his long white hair unraveled in the wind, tangling with the tattered robe.
The long yellow robe covered his entire body, even his head was covered by the hood. From the back, only a thin and mysterious figure could be seen, just like a real, proud king.
The Zong Jiu opened his arms and laughed maniacally at the sky.
He felt that he was the omnipotent king of the world, the great ruler of the Old Days, Hastur!
The Sub-system was speechless again. It suddenly felt that its non-existent heart was also tired.
It, who saw through everything, hid its achievements and fame.
On the other side, the leader of the cultists was trembling as he raised the wooden staff in his hand.
The other cultists were really wiped out this time, only he was slightly luckier. After a round of rationality checks and deduction of rationality points, he was left with a precarious 3 Rationality points.
As a result, as soon as he got out of that nauseating state, he turned around and saw the sacrificial offering that they had dragged over by force laughing arrogantly as if there was no one else around.
At this moment, the leader, who had just escaped death, was furious again.
He firmly refused to believe that he was deceived by the "Sussex Manuscript" that was full of mistakes. Instead, he vented all his anger on the two sacrifices.
Wait …!
It was at this moment that the leader suddenly figured out the key.
He couldn't give up just like that!
The Evil God had appeared, and although it was a little different from the one they wanted to summon, as long as it was an Evil God, it should have the ability to grant wishes, so it didn't matter who it was.
Besides, the perfect sacrifice from the other world was right in front of him, if he didn't sacrifice it now, when would he?
After figuring this out, the leader calmed himself down and raised the staff in his hand again, but he didn't dare to look up at the sky.
"Oh, Reverend Mother Sabu Nikolaos!" he cried in a hoarse and cracked voice. "Oh, Reverend Mother Sabu Nikolaos! Please forgive my rudeness. In order to express my sincerest apologies, I have decided to offer you these offerings that I have prepared long ago! "
The rotting black fog and tentacles in the sky weren't in a hurry to do anything. Even the black goat cubs that were constantly being born from the fission below followed the will of the Mother Goddess and waved the tentacles on their heads on the ground.
He appeared to be very interested in the two insignificant ants who had passed the test of rationality and had not gone mad in front of the Evil God, maintaining the most basic rationality.
The leader of the cult had a glib tongue. He wished he could turn the living into the dead, saying that he had eyes but failed to recognize the pearl and mistook the supreme name of the cult. However, his sincere sincerity could be witnessed by the heavens and the earth, and the sun and the moon could be distinguished!
As he spoke, he changed the topic and pointed the tip of the staff at the white-haired magician who was standing on the side with his hands behind his back.
"Of course, there is also the perfect sacrifice that we have carefully selected for you!"
Zong Jiu: "?"
The next second, he felt a chill run down his spine.
[Sabu Nicholas is staring at you.]
[She is sizing up your surroundings and seems to be very interested in this human who dares to look directly at her.]
Not only was she interested, but the tentacles that were dripping with mucus from the rotting black fog were gradually moving downwards, as if eager to try the suggestion of the cultist.
Zong Jiu sneered, and the ten-faced die in his hand was thrown out mercilessly.
He felt that his dignity as an Evil God had been offended by this tiny human.
Even if he was in a sealed state, he definitely couldn't tolerate this level of offense!
Zong Jiu, who was cosplaying as the King in Yellow, turned around with a cold expression.
"This tiny human dares to offend the authority of God. As a Higher Dimensional existence, Sabu, you actually allow such a deceiving and sweet-talking cultist to be so presumptuous in front of you? "
The cultist: "???"
What Evil God? What kind of Evil God are you? I think your chuunibyou disease is acting up!
He was about to speak when he saw the magician throw out the ten-sided die in his hand.
As the owner of the ten-sided die, the leader immediately realized that the magician wanted to use a skill, so he immediately urged his KP to enter the confrontation check.
The sub-system's voice was weak and thin.
[Your throw result is 1/30. Great success in persuasion.]
[Your throw result is 1/5. Great success in persuasion.]
The KP on the other side: "…" Good lord, there's no need to go through the confrontation check.
Two great successes, is he still human?!
The sub-system also felt the sinister malice from the universe.
That's right, it didn't matter if he was Hastur or Hestur or Hestur.
As long as Sabu Nicholas felt that Zong Jiu was, then Zong Jiu was. If Zong Jiu was in a good mood and made two consecutive great successes, everyone present would kneel down and shout, "Long live the Master of the Deep Space Sea."
If the boss was convinced by his persuasion, then what was the point of fighting?
[Obviously, with the addition of two great successes, you successfully convinced the Evil God with your persuasion. Therefore, the supreme Black Goat of the Forest seemed to be confused and agreed with your words, seeing you as one of them.]
The tentacles that were curled up in the sky paused for a moment, then indescribable ravings sounded.
This voice was indescribable, extremely spiritual pollution and filth. It was like a distant voice that was projected down, making people dizzy and easily falling into a hallucination.
There was no doubt that Sabu Nicholas was convinced.
He waved his tentacles and used the Evil God's way to express his friendliness.