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After the emergency meeting at MU, Zong Yan once again buried himself in a program of intense studying.
The emergency meeting didn’t have much to do with him. Zong Yan probably would have focussed more on it before, but now he was surrounded by gods. Basically, he no longer had to worry about his personal safety.
His biggest priority was the college entrance exam. A third year high school student really shouldn’t spend time on anything else.
The class teacher gave loud pep talks at the podium day after day. “Everyone needs to pay attention while studying, especially during the first round of review. Do you know how important it is to review after the first mock exam? There might be students who only get twenty or thirty points in physics or math. But if they pay close attention during the review lectures, they can easily make up for lost ground. Especially students with learning biases who do worse in certain subjects. All of you need to remember the importance of reviewing.
“Every one of you should take this to heart. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen it in my classes. Students near the bottom can make a sudden leap. In the liberal arts track it’s more difficult, but most students in the science track are active thinkers. A student can suddenly see the light if they study. I remember one year a student in Qingyang High School made a comeback. They made it to the top ten of science students in the entire province. Don’t give up hope.
“The monthly exam is coming up. Study hard tomorrow. Don’t get distracted because of field day and the school festival. The day after tomorrow and the next are the monthly exam. After the results come out I’ll talk to each of you individually.”
The students at the bottom began to wail.
“The results from this month’s exam will be reported along with your midterms. I’ll issue your report card at the parent-teacher conference.”
…
Zong Yan was listening with his head down, his eyes half-shaded.
He was a little sleepy.
Life with evil gods was a little too exciting.
Every morning Zong Yan was woken by the Haunter of the Dark. This entity, by the way, was one of Nyarlathotep’s many avatars. It was extremely averse to light and could only appear in darkness.
For Zong Yan to fall asleep, he had to turn out the lights. It was impossible for him to sleep with the lights on. But whenever the lights were off, there was a chance Nyarla would come to his room. Every day Zong Yan did homework until very late at night. As soon as his head touched the pillow he fell asleep. He didn’t have time to play hide and seek.
The first morning it happened, Zong Yan was scared out of his wits and almost turned into Yun Zhong Jun on the spot. Later he just… got used to it.
Anyway, it wasn’t like he could stop it. What else could he do?
And the evil god morning wake-up service was surprisingly effective.
“Father God, it’s time to get up.”
Zong Yan wrapped himself like a silkworm chrysalis and rolled over on the bed. His face was buried in the quilt, and the head of black hair that was visible was disheveled as a chicken’s nest, wantonly sticking out.
Zong Yan was the type that couldn’t stay up too late. If he forced himself to stayed awake doing homework, his sleep schedule would get squeezed, and the next day in school he’d collapse on his desk between classes, completely dazed.
Nyarlathotep tiptoed around the bed and approached him noiselessly. “If the Father doesn’t want to get up, we can ask Yog to suspend time for a couple of hours.”
This had happened before. Not long ago, Zong Yan did homework until the middle of the night, then tossed his pen down and fell asleep. Amazingly, when he got up the next day he didn’t feel tired at all. It turned out that Yog—with a sullen face—had stopped time throughout the entire three-dimensional world for a few hours. He made time flow only for Zong Yan to let him catch up on sleep.
Zong Yan rubbed his eyes, stretching his eyelids in a line.
Thanks to the Night Watchman, he had exceptionally good night vision. He could clearly see the triple-lobed eye hovering in the air, burning with the fiery red glow of the unknown.
The guy sometimes even tried to climb into his bed, which was a horror scene in itself.
Zong Yan: “…”
The Haunter of the Dark was an incarnation of Nyarla that represented pure malice. Its appearance was very much in line with the aesthetics of evil gods. Anyway, its form was completely inhuman and there were basically no words to describe it.
Just the sight of this kind of thing so early in the morning left a shadow on Zong Yan’s psyche.
“Get out, I’m already awake!”
With the blanket still wrapped around him he sat up with a “zing—!” and quickly turned on the table lamp to the side.
The Haunter of the Dark was very much opposed to light. The moment Zong Yan turned on the lamp it shrank into the darkness.
After Zong Yan got dressed, he checked the time, packed up his homework from last night, shrugged into his school bag and got ready to rush downstairs to do a 100-meter sprint.
The small villa wasn’t far from Qingyang High School. Zong Yan only had to run two blocks to reach it, which made it even closer than the tube building.
Zong Yan didn’t see Shub when he went downstairs.
To be honest, this kind of cohabitation life went beyond his expectations.
Nyarla was the only one who stayed in the villa every day.
The Faceless God had tens of millions of avatars. It wasn’t a big deal for a few of them to accompany the Father God. But Shub seemed to like his identity as a movie star. Most days he was busy attending all the major social events, and Zong Yan often saw his flawless face in the entertainment news that got pushed to his phone. Yog, on the other hand, didn’t like to spend time with human beings. He came and went like a shadow and didn’t bother with the supposed “mentor protecting a student” mentioned by His Excellency Paracelsus.
It was difficult for higher-dimensional beings to descend into lower-dimensional space. If they didn’t pay attention they’d collapse the entire region.
Nyarla was a veteran and his avatars freely roamed the Earth. The other two had to be a bit more careful.
The only person who really lived in the villa was Zong Yan.
The first floor was filled with game consoles. These were part of Nyarla’s private collection, mostly war and horror games.
The third floor was full of ancient books and mysterious antiques, which seemed to be offerings given to Yog-Sothoth by his believers.
Zong Yan detoured around the game consoles, opened the refrigerator, and took out a package of bread. He fried an egg, folded the bread around it, and hurriedly stuffed it in his mouth. Then he changed his shoes in the entrance hall and prepared to go out.
But the moment he went outside, he saw a figure looming by the door and almost choked.
“Let’s go.”
What was even more frightening was that the other party lifted his jaw towards him and extended his hand with absolutely no expression on his face.
Before Zong Yan could respond, his wrist was grabbed. The surrounding scenery blurred in an instant, changing from a small villa garden with birds and flowers to the gate of Qingyang High School.
Students with school bags on their backs and teachers with briefcases in their hands came and went, and no one noticed the two people who suddenly appeared.
“I’m not used to this,” Zong Yan said. He wanted to add, but didn’t: “I’d rather live alone.”
Lately he felt ill at ease. Zong Yan was accustomed to being by himself, but now he was surrounded by evil gods. Although it might seem like he didn’t have anything to worry about, he kept getting the feeling that something wasn’t right.
“And I’m not your Father God.” The black-haired teen in the school uniform spread his hands. His face was relaxed, like he was oblivious of how bizarre his words actually were.
The gray-haired evil god narrowed his eyes. With a deep sense of meaning he said, “Indeed, at present you’re not.”
What did the conscious mind of Azathoth mean to the three pillar gods? And what did it mean to the Outer Gods? They knew very well.
If word spread that Azathoth’s consciousness had appeared on the Earth, a moment later this place would become another nest of Outer Gods.
The Lord of the Universe had given birth to his first stream of consciousness, and one of two possible scenarios would unfold.
Either this stream of consciousness would assimilate, merge, and finally be absorbed by the sleeping Azathoth, or it would eventually become the true Lord of the Universe.
Either way, this splinter of consciousness would return to the Lord of All. That was an irrefutable fact.
Yog-Sothoth’s gaze was too profound, so much so that Zong Yan couldn’t help but start to shiver all over.
The evil gods had treated him well the past few days, but Zong Yan never forgot himself.
“I remember you have a monthly exam today,” the Lord of Time and Space suddenly said.
Zong Yan: “…”
What was the point of rubbing it in? Yes, the exam was today.
The first day of the exam had Chinese in the morning and math in the afternoon. The second day had English in the morning and comprehensive science in the afternoon, great!
For senior year three, Qingyang High School was quite benevolent. Other schools arranged weekly exams for their seniors, but Qingyang High School only held a large-scale exam once a month.
It was also the first monthly exam of senior three, which made its importance self-evident. Zong Yan didn’t want to be called out for a private conversation.
In fact, a lot of seniors were looking forward to the exam, because afterwards the teachers would spend a few days grading exam papers. The school festival and sports meet would take advantage of this period to run for the next three days. It was also the last bit of play-time for the senior three students.
As Zong Yan hurriedly disappeared through the school gate with his book bag on his back, the gray-haired, white-robed evil god paused for a while to watch.
The reason the Lord of Time and Space had been flitting about so mysteriously lately was because he’d gone to wander around the timeline representing the “past”.
It should be stated that he silently observed the entire process of Zong Yan’s growth from a baby to the high school student of today.
Once, the high and mighty Yog-Sothoth never would have given a moment’s thought to the life of a tiny ant.
But when it had another meaning, the situation changed.
However—
""
Ordinary, it was just too ordinary.
Yog-Sothoth watched all of Zong Yan’s history for the past seventeen years. He was stunned when he didn’t find anything unusual.
Zong Yan’s so-called persona card transformations were nothing in the eyes of the evil god.
Even if Zong Yan didn’t understand, how could Yog, the Key and the Gate, not discern the truth?
The space from which Zong Yan drew the cards was connected to the Dreamlands. The realm of dreams was a magical place, and MU existed only in a very narrow slice. In the real Dreamlands, human delusions could come true. A beggar could become the richest man alive if he followed the rules of the Dreamlands and had enough of an obsession.
Zong Yan was able to draw cards directly from the Dreamlands. All that did was demonstrate his identity as Azathoth’s stream of consciousness.
In the eyes of an evil god, nothing about Zong Yan was strange.
Except for one thing that happened three months ago.
Space had been replaced, and the master of space-time was naturally aware of it.
As he watched the flow of people stream into Qingyang High School, the gray-haired evil god frowned.
—
The next two days were like hell.
When Zong Yan finally finished the diabolical monthly exam and handed in his comprehensive science test sheet, he felt so relieved that on the way home he hummed a little tune.
Recently, more and more extraterrestrial missions had been posted on the MU app. There were over a dozen incidents caused by various alien species in Jiangzhou, including some that were C-class.
When Zong Yan scrolled through these updates he felt like he was in a different world.
Who would have thought an ordinary high school student had such a cool secret identity as a mysterious university’s chief?
Of course, nobody who knew about it would have imagined that the chief of MU, when facing a lengthy physics problem on the monthly exam, had written down nothing but a formula.
There were times when Zong Yan really hated Yog-Sothoth’s omniscience.
For instance—
The moment Zong Yan closed the door, he saw the gray-haired evil god looking at him with undisguised darkness in his eyes.
Zong Yan’s face was wary. “What is it?”
The evil god said slowly, “You only scored thirty-five points in physics.”
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After the emergency meeting at MU, Zong Yan once again buried himself in a program of intense studying.
The emergency meeting didn’t have much to do with him. Zong Yan probably would have focussed more on it before, but now he was surrounded by gods. Basically, he no longer had to worry about his personal safety.
His biggest priority was the college entrance exam. A third year high school student really shouldn’t spend time on anything else.
The class teacher gave loud pep talks at the podium day after day. “Everyone needs to pay attention while studying, especially during the first round of review. Do you know how important it is to review after the first mock exam? There might be students who only get twenty or thirty points in physics or math. But if they pay close attention during the review lectures, they can easily make up for lost ground. Especially students with learning biases who do worse in certain subjects. All of you need to remember the importance of reviewing.
“Every one of you should take this to heart. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen it in my classes. Students near the bottom can make a sudden leap. In the liberal arts track it’s more difficult, but most students in the science track are active thinkers. A student can suddenly see the light if they study. I remember one year a student in Qingyang High School made a comeback. They made it to the top ten of science students in the entire province. Don’t give up hope.
“The monthly exam is coming up. Study hard tomorrow. Don’t get distracted because of field day and the school festival. The day after tomorrow and the next are the monthly exam. After the results come out I’ll talk to each of you individually.”
The students at the bottom began to wail.
“The results from this month’s exam will be reported along with your midterms. I’ll issue your report card at the parent-teacher conference.”
…
Zong Yan was listening with his head down, his eyes half-shaded.
He was a little sleepy.
Life with evil gods was a little too exciting.
Every morning Zong Yan was woken by the Haunter of the Dark. This entity, by the way, was one of Nyarlathotep’s many avatars. It was extremely averse to light and could only appear in darkness.
For Zong Yan to fall asleep, he had to turn out the lights. It was impossible for him to sleep with the lights on. But whenever the lights were off, there was a chance Nyarla would come to his room. Every day Zong Yan did homework until very late at night. As soon as his head touched the pillow he fell asleep. He didn’t have time to play hide and seek.
The first morning it happened, Zong Yan was scared out of his wits and almost turned into Yun Zhong Jun on the spot. Later he just… got used to it.
Anyway, it wasn’t like he could stop it. What else could he do?
And the evil god morning wake-up service was surprisingly effective.
“Father God, it’s time to get up.”
Zong Yan wrapped himself like a silkworm chrysalis and rolled over on the bed. His face was buried in the quilt, and the head of black hair that was visible was disheveled as a chicken’s nest, wantonly sticking out.
Zong Yan was the type that couldn’t stay up too late. If he forced himself to stayed awake doing homework, his sleep schedule would get squeezed, and the next day in school he’d collapse on his desk between classes, completely dazed.
Nyarlathotep tiptoed around the bed and approached him noiselessly. “If the Father doesn’t want to get up, we can ask Yog to suspend time for a couple of hours.”
This had happened before. Not long ago, Zong Yan did homework until the middle of the night, then tossed his pen down and fell asleep. Amazingly, when he got up the next day he didn’t feel tired at all. It turned out that Yog—with a sullen face—had stopped time throughout the entire three-dimensional world for a few hours. He made time flow only for Zong Yan to let him catch up on sleep.
Zong Yan rubbed his eyes, stretching his eyelids in a line.
Thanks to the Night Watchman, he had exceptionally good night vision. He could clearly see the triple-lobed eye hovering in the air, burning with the fiery red glow of the unknown.
The guy sometimes even tried to climb into his bed, which was a horror scene in itself.
Zong Yan: “…”
The Haunter of the Dark was an incarnation of Nyarla that represented pure malice. Its appearance was very much in line with the aesthetics of evil gods. Anyway, its form was completely inhuman and there were basically no words to describe it.
Just the sight of this kind of thing so early in the morning left a shadow on Zong Yan’s psyche.
“Get out, I’m already awake!”
With the blanket still wrapped around him he sat up with a “zing—!” and quickly turned on the table lamp to the side.
The Haunter of the Dark was very much opposed to light. The moment Zong Yan turned on the lamp it shrank into the darkness.
After Zong Yan got dressed, he checked the time, packed up his homework from last night, shrugged into his school bag and got ready to rush downstairs to do a 100-meter sprint.
The small villa wasn’t far from Qingyang High School. Zong Yan only had to run two blocks to reach it, which made it even closer than the tube building.
Zong Yan didn’t see Shub when he went downstairs.
To be honest, this kind of cohabitation life went beyond his expectations.
Nyarla was the only one who stayed in the villa every day.
The Faceless God had tens of millions of avatars. It wasn’t a big deal for a few of them to accompany the Father God. But Shub seemed to like his identity as a movie star. Most days he was busy attending all the major social events, and Zong Yan often saw his flawless face in the entertainment news that got pushed to his phone. Yog, on the other hand, didn’t like to spend time with human beings. He came and went like a shadow and didn’t bother with the supposed “mentor protecting a student” mentioned by His Excellency Paracelsus.
It was difficult for higher-dimensional beings to descend into lower-dimensional space. If they didn’t pay attention they’d collapse the entire region.
Nyarla was a veteran and his avatars freely roamed the Earth. The other two had to be a bit more careful.
The only person who really lived in the villa was Zong Yan.
The first floor was filled with game consoles. These were part of Nyarla’s private collection, mostly war and horror games.
The third floor was full of ancient books and mysterious antiques, which seemed to be offerings given to Yog-Sothoth by his believers.
Zong Yan detoured around the game consoles, opened the refrigerator, and took out a package of bread. He fried an egg, folded the bread around it, and hurriedly stuffed it in his mouth. Then he changed his shoes in the entrance hall and prepared to go out.
But the moment he went outside, he saw a figure looming by the door and almost choked.
“Let’s go.”
What was even more frightening was that the other party lifted his jaw towards him and extended his hand with absolutely no expression on his face.
Before Zong Yan could respond, his wrist was grabbed. The surrounding scenery blurred in an instant, changing from a small villa garden with birds and flowers to the gate of Qingyang High School.
Students with school bags on their backs and teachers with briefcases in their hands came and went, and no one noticed the two people who suddenly appeared.
“I’m not used to this,” Zong Yan said. He wanted to add, but didn’t: “I’d rather live alone.”
Lately he felt ill at ease. Zong Yan was accustomed to being by himself, but now he was surrounded by evil gods. Although it might seem like he didn’t have anything to worry about, he kept getting the feeling that something wasn’t right.
“And I’m not your Father God.” The black-haired teen in the school uniform spread his hands. His face was relaxed, like he was oblivious of how bizarre his words actually were.
The gray-haired evil god narrowed his eyes. With a deep sense of meaning he said, “Indeed, at present you’re not.”
What did the conscious mind of Azathoth mean to the three pillar gods? And what did it mean to the Outer Gods? They knew very well.
If word spread that Azathoth’s consciousness had appeared on the Earth, a moment later this place would become another nest of Outer Gods.
The Lord of the Universe had given birth to his first stream of consciousness, and one of two possible scenarios would unfold.
Either this stream of consciousness would assimilate, merge, and finally be absorbed by the sleeping Azathoth, or it would eventually become the true Lord of the Universe.
Either way, this splinter of consciousness would return to the Lord of All. That was an irrefutable fact.
Yog-Sothoth’s gaze was too profound, so much so that Zong Yan couldn’t help but start to shiver all over.
The evil gods had treated him well the past few days, but Zong Yan never forgot himself.
“I remember you have a monthly exam today,” the Lord of Time and Space suddenly said.
Zong Yan: “…”
What was the point of rubbing it in? Yes, the exam was today.
The first day of the exam had Chinese in the morning and math in the afternoon. The second day had English in the morning and comprehensive science in the afternoon, great!
For senior year three, Qingyang High School was quite benevolent. Other schools arranged weekly exams for their seniors, but Qingyang High School only held a large-scale exam once a month.
It was also the first monthly exam of senior three, which made its importance self-evident. Zong Yan didn’t want to be called out for a private conversation.
In fact, a lot of seniors were looking forward to the exam, because afterwards the teachers would spend a few days grading exam papers. The school festival and sports meet would take advantage of this period to run for the next three days. It was also the last bit of play-time for the senior three students.
As Zong Yan hurriedly disappeared through the school gate with his book bag on his back, the gray-haired, white-robed evil god paused for a while to watch.
The reason the Lord of Time and Space had been flitting about so mysteriously lately was because he’d gone to wander around the timeline representing the “past”.
It should be stated that he silently observed the entire process of Zong Yan’s growth from a baby to the high school student of today.
Once, the high and mighty Yog-Sothoth never would have given a moment’s thought to the life of a tiny ant.
But when it had another meaning, the situation changed.
However—
""
Ordinary, it was just too ordinary.
Yog-Sothoth watched all of Zong Yan’s history for the past seventeen years. He was stunned when he didn’t find anything unusual.
Zong Yan’s so-called persona card transformations were nothing in the eyes of the evil god.
Even if Zong Yan didn’t understand, how could Yog, the Key and the Gate, not discern the truth?
The space from which Zong Yan drew the cards was connected to the Dreamlands. The realm of dreams was a magical place, and MU existed only in a very narrow slice. In the real Dreamlands, human delusions could come true. A beggar could become the richest man alive if he followed the rules of the Dreamlands and had enough of an obsession.
Zong Yan was able to draw cards directly from the Dreamlands. All that did was demonstrate his identity as Azathoth’s stream of consciousness.
In the eyes of an evil god, nothing about Zong Yan was strange.
Except for one thing that happened three months ago.
Space had been replaced, and the master of space-time was naturally aware of it.
As he watched the flow of people stream into Qingyang High School, the gray-haired evil god frowned.
—
The next two days were like hell.
When Zong Yan finally finished the diabolical monthly exam and handed in his comprehensive science test sheet, he felt so relieved that on the way home he hummed a little tune.
Recently, more and more extraterrestrial missions had been posted on the MU app. There were over a dozen incidents caused by various alien species in Jiangzhou, including some that were C-class.
When Zong Yan scrolled through these updates he felt like he was in a different world.
Who would have thought an ordinary high school student had such a cool secret identity as a mysterious university’s chief?
Of course, nobody who knew about it would have imagined that the chief of MU, when facing a lengthy physics problem on the monthly exam, had written down nothing but a formula.
There were times when Zong Yan really hated Yog-Sothoth’s omniscience.
For instance—
The moment Zong Yan closed the door, he saw the gray-haired evil god looking at him with undisguised darkness in his eyes.
Zong Yan’s face was wary. “What is it?”
The evil god said slowly, “You only scored thirty-five points in physics.”
