A person is in Type-Moon, goes out, and then picks up an Outer God girl?

There seem to be many explanations for my current situation, but without exception, they all ultimately point to changes in the spiritual level.

A colorful light rose from below his sight, and he slowly raised his head with awe. At this moment, he had to face this god, because he had to know how to survive from the hands of Nyar Latotep.

Looking up, he saw countless irregularly arranged light balls that were flashing rainbow lights and beating like hearts. They all emitted creepy lights. Even though the rainbow lights emitted by those countless flashing light balls were mostly warm in color, just like most of the light and shadows he knew, the lights emitted by those light balls that kept changing colors in the irises were all alternative tentacles.

A scene that could not be described in words appeared before his eyes. If Duanmu Ye had not known that the object in front of him existed in this way, he would probably have thought it was an abstract work casually painted by Van Gogh.

However, despite his presence, Duanmu Ye's problem was not solved. It was as if they were stuck in a stalemate, and he did not answer any of his questions.

Why did Nyar-Latotep appear in that world?

Why was he chosen to come into this world?

Why is he so compatible with those Old Ones?

......

Countless doubts were not answered as Duanmu Ye knew. Even though he had already made preparations to pay any price, Yog-Sothoth did not respond to his doubts.

"Lost man, I can give you the method to deal with Nyar Latotep, but I will not tell you the rest of the problem."

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in my ears, and the blonde girl seemed to appear out of nowhere. She lowered her eyes while speaking, and she appeared in a place that should have been empty.

It is not the real Abigail. To be precise, it is an incarnation using Abigail's image. The blonde girl who appears in front of him is undoubtedly the Outer God himself.

Won't tell myself? Or can't tell myself?

Duanmu Ye was lost in thought, but soon Abigail's silver bell-like voice interrupted his thoughts.

"I advise you to stop thinking about these meaningless things if you don't want to go crazy."

Abigail's voice was extremely cold and without any emotion. Duanmu Ye decisively stopped thinking and asked about the method she mentioned to deal with Nia Latotep.

Regardless of anything else, at least when he summoned him, the answer Duanmu Ye wanted to know was indeed the most important thing: how to deal with Nia Latotep.

Abigail raised a finger in response.

"In exchange for the knowledge I give you, I will take something from you."

Duanmu Ye did not answer, but he had already confirmed this deal in his heart. At the same time, he could clearly feel that something seemed to be missing in his body.

But before Duanmu Ye could open his mouth to ask, Abigail's voice came to his ears, but she did not move her lips at all.

"Ph'nglui mgfw'nafh Cthugha Fomalhaut n'gha-ghaa naf'l thagn! Ia! Cthugha! Chant the incantation three times in succession, and you will summon the means to oppose Nya-Latotep."

?

Wait, isn't this how to summon Cthugha?

Duanmu Ye blinked his eyes. Although he knew that Cthugha was Nyar-Ratotep's mortal enemy and could even repel Nyar-Ratotep, he did not have the knowledge to summon Cthugha. Although he knew the spell, for some reason he could not recite it.

Duanmu Ye now guessed that perhaps it was because he did not have such knowledge that he was unable to chant to summon Cthugha, but now the situation is completely different.

But the problem is also very obvious, that is, although summoning Cthugha can indeed deal with Nya Latotep, summoning his existence comes at the cost of burning the earth's surface, and may even cause the entire world to fall into a disaster that requires salvation again. It is possible that Arthur has once again gained the qualification to save the world.

However, Abigail did not respond to such doubts. She seemed to have an extremely strong subjective consciousness and refused to tell others more answers and let others know more knowledge.

Duanmu Ye fell silent after noticing this. Although he was extremely obedient at the moment and did not think or explore the matter of the location, he still had a vague answer in his heart.

This thought in his mind made Duanmu Ye shift his few inquiries to another question, and that question would definitely not go unanswered.

"I think I deserve to know the price I just paid, or what I just lost."

It wasn't an inquiry, but some kind of negotiation skills and rhetoric, which made Abigail's eyes light up, and even the corners of her mouth inadvertently curved upwards.

"Smart guy, knowing this answer is not a good thing..."

Abigail paused, and a human figure suddenly appeared beside her. The almost naked figure and appearance made Duanmu Ye's eyes widen, and an indescribable emotion spread from his heart to his whole body.

"I have taken your soul in exchange for knowledge. It will be stored in a container. If you are lucky, you will see the container again one day in the future.

Even if you lose your soul and can still maintain your current state, I think if it were her... she would definitely return it to you after you accomplish something, right?"

"Wait...does the he, she, and it in this sentence need a subject or a title?"

Duanmu Ye had a headache. After such a series of exchanges, it was impossible for a normal person not to think, not to doubt, and not to seek answers. Even at this moment, he found it difficult to understand such words.

However, Duanmu Ye did not wait for the answer. The ground beneath his feet suddenly gave way, and he felt as if he was falling into an abyss. He fell rapidly, and in his eyes he could see a huge entity composed of countless light balls emitting rainbow light.

In such a void, among such stars, each of those balls of light seemed to be a projection of a planet, as if they were all connected together by the folding of space, forming this incomprehensible entity, burning his own eyes that were looking directly at him.

His consciousness suddenly returned, and the stinging pain in his eyes gradually returned to normal. At this moment, Nayako did not take any retaliatory action because of his loss of consciousness.

On the contrary, Nayako, who was sitting in front of a square table that seemed to be made of the pieces of meat piled up earlier, and was constantly pushing the mahjong in her hand with a black pharaoh, a red girl, and a skeleton baron, turned her head and then showed a very happy expression.

"You're back? Did that guy tell you how to defeat me? You didn't do it yourself. Is there something you're worried about? Anyway, let me see what Yog-Sothoth taught you!!"

As Nayako stood up, the three figures sitting at the square table all disappeared, leaving only Nayako with an expectant look on her face, and Duanmu Ye with an embarrassed expression.

The loss of his soul made him feel a little empty in his heart, and even his whole body became extremely cold. The feeling as if he was soaked in sea water made Duanmu Ye very uncomfortable at the moment.

The real time did not seem to have changed at all, but Nyako, who was unaffected, had obviously waited for a considerable period of time.

At this moment, after releasing the Water Priest's possession, Duanmu Ye suddenly realized that he had lost his soul and had become a vessel for the Outer Gods or the Old Ones. The feeling he had previously experienced while immersed in the seawater was precisely due to the power of the Water Priest, that is, the power of Cthulhu...

Is this what the phrase "will still be able to maintain the current posture by then" means?

Duanmu Ye gritted his teeth. If he had the option of suicide before, now even that power was taken away from him. As long as he died, this empty container would become a new door...

At this moment, Duanmu Ye's expression looked like he was crying and happy at the same time, as if the male protagonist of a certain comic had heard the plea to "survive". At this moment, Duanmu Ye's mind was full of the same sentence.

"Transform into Cthugha and use Blaster on Nyaruko!"

"Grass!"

Duanmu Ye clenched his fists. He could even feel that because of his expression, Nayako's face became more excited. She seemed to have noticed something and was looking forward to it.

"That guy behind you is obviously also a handy weapon. Are you sure you don't want to use him?"

Nayako's sudden words made Duanmu Ye focus his attention on Lancelot, who had been motionless behind him. His head was covered by a helmet, so it was impossible to tell what his expression was at the moment. But like Van Gogh, Duanmu Ye also had a bad premonition about Lancelot at this moment.

But these words made Duanmu Ye's eyes firm. What if he lost his soul? What if he became a vessel for the Outer God? As long as the place where the Outer God descended was his body, his body might become the limiter to restrain them!

The flames gathered in his fist, hot and flickering...

The next moment, the flames engulfed the entire body, leaving only a small human outline standing in front of the excited Nyaruko, extending a finger.

"To fight heresy with heresy, so... your death has come, Nyako!"

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I have paid off the manuscripts I owed for the reward. I will take a break today and come back tomorrow to ask for leave (kneel)

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 6: Naya, I'm fucking with you! (k)

The blazing flames should have burned everything on the surface, but the temperature that rose at this moment quickly contracted the moment it was summoned, until it was compressed to a range of about one meter. Only then did this contraction and compression stop.

When it completely turned into a human-shaped ball of fire, one could vaguely see a little of its original shadow within it.

Duanmu Ye, who pointed his finger at Nayako in front of him, did not feel the pain as he had imagined. The flames that surged out from his body and covered the entire surface of his body almost burned all of his skin, leaving only the muscles and blood vessels that were isolated from the flames by blood. At that moment, the flames inside brought Duanmu Ye a feeling of warmth and comfort he had never experienced before.

This power that did not belong to "Van Gogh" somehow fit perfectly with his body. Perhaps, as previously imagined, the moment his soul was taken away by Yog-Sothoth, his body had truly become a container for the power of the Outer Gods.

If she was not in a hostile state with Nyaruko, if Nyaruko did not realize this at the moment, or perhaps she had already realized this, but she wanted to become her "dependent" rather than usurp her body, she did not use her power to seize her body first after returning to reality.

However, no matter how Nazizi views this change, Duanmu Ye will use the power of Ktugeya to defeat her at this moment!

"The power of Cthugha... Well, for this incarnation, it should be called Cthugha."

Nyako put her hands on her lips and pretended to think. She was not shocked by the changes in Duanmu Ye's body. On the contrary, this form allowed Nyako, who could see the internal state through the flame between falsehood and reality, to smile with even more interest.

"You've adapted to our strength better than before, Duanmu. Your posture is almost the same as ours."

Nayako has a strong interest in Duanmu Ye. After all, she is looking forward to the picture of how an ordinary homebody player can be twisted into what kind of state in order to survive in a world full of blood and rain.

Although she had only thought of the scene as a consumable on a whim at first, and had not held out much hope of seeing more interesting scenes, it was obvious that Duanmu Ye had exceeded her initial expectations. Even before she was about to take over the body of the young girl in the world who was most suitable for him to possess, he actually executed that young girl in advance.

The soul had been taken away first, and the inside was messed up by the wind blades. It was obvious that she didn't want anyone to use that body anymore. It was a pity... what she wanted was only the shell, not the internal organs.

Right now, this consumable that she brought on a whim has developed into something that attracts the attention of all her colleagues. The last person to be stared at like this was that guy who was equally talented, but Duanmu was actually far inferior to that guy. At most, she only brought her a little more pleasure than that guy.

So, for the first time, Nayako gave Duanmu Ye a smile from the bottom of her heart, but this smile was still full of temptation.

"Hey, Duanmu, don't you want to know why you can obtain the power of the Outer Gods without using my power?"

Nyako's words made Duanmu Ye, who had already shot out from his position with his flaming fist reaching her tender cheek, a little surprised. However, the flaming fist, which was already very close to Nyako's pretty face, did not stop because of this little surprise.

The scorching flames gathered in the fist. The flame formed by the magic of unknown origin seemed to have the power to burn everything. The place where he was standing before, whether it was a chair or something else, was vaporized in an instant while gathering the flames. Including the moment when he arrived in front of Nayako in an instant with the explosive force, wherever he passed, a black path extending outward was formed because of the rising flames on his body.

The touch from the hand was not too strong or strange. Nayako was knocked out and rolled on the ground for several meters. She stopped only after hitting the wall under the crucifix. Now she was lying quietly on the ground, and the flames of Cthugha were still faintly visible on half of her face.

"That kind of thing...what's the point even if I know it?"

Duanmu Ye responded very calmly. At this moment, feeling the power in his body that had almost merged with him, Duanmu Ye did not choose to cause further harm to Nyako.

The previous surprise attack worked. The power of Cthugha, known as the "Burner", did indeed cause corresponding damage to Nyaru after hitting her.

Perhaps, this level of damage is nothing to Nyaruko, but the flames left on her face are a manifestation of the ability to cause harm to her, which is a completely different state of opposition from her previous helplessness.

When gods can be injured and bleed, they are no longer unique individuals who are high above everyone else.

It's true that the battle between him and Nyako at this moment could be considered a battle between Outer Gods, but so what? At least he still maintains the cognition of "Duanmu Ye" as an individual, right?

She supported herself on the ground with both hands. The wall behind her was dented by the previous collision and brick and stone debris was constantly falling from the wall. At this moment, Nayako was obviously aware of the abnormality on her face, but she ignored it.

As she slowly stood up, her face was burned by the flames. The half of her face that could be vaguely seen through the flames seemed to be constantly wriggling under the flames. The subcutaneous muscles that looked normal were constantly wriggling like tentacles, and squeezing out bloody pus.

Although the pus was vaporized the moment it came into contact with the flames, it seemed that Nayako herself had no intention of repairing such damage. It can be said that almost half of her delicate face had its subcutaneous tissue exposed due to the burning of the flames, forming a stark contrast to her other side of the face which was intact.

It was at this moment that Duanmu Ye saw it, saw the stretching of Nayako's subcutaneous tissue, and saw her expression with part of her lips missing but still smiling at him.

"It seems that Yug didn't answer your questions. Is he trying to protect you? You clearly already have the qualifications to become a key, but that guy with a head full of knowledge actually gave up using you as a bridge connecting outer space and here..."

Nayako murmured, and her face also had the arrogance and confidence that Duanmu Ye was familiar with.

"It's okay. Let me tell you the things you haven't been told. I'm such a kind-hearted person."

A bad feeling spread from the back, and the biting cold seemed to be a fear at the soul level, fearing what Nyako would say next.

But his soul had long been traded with Yog-Sothoth as the price for obtaining Cthugha's summoning technique. The fear that seemed to emerge from the depths of his soul was somewhat unreal at this moment.

But if that's not the case, why did I feel so scared about what Nyako would say next?

Duanmu Ye frowned. At this moment, he was unable to correctly distinguish what emotions were emerging from him. The feeling of being interfered with mentally by Nyako once again emerged in his mind, as if to make her next words completely engraved in his mind. Apart from magnifying every word Nyako said at this moment, there was no other interference.

But no matter what, Duanmu Ye was very clear in his heart that in the Cthulhu mythology, knowing more is not a good thing. If he could understand the philosophical and thought-provoking questions such as where he came from, why he came, and where he should go, the consequences might not be something he could bear.

"Shut up..."

Duanmu Ye murmured with his fists clenched, and the sound of the rising flames completely covered up the sound. Even though Nayako, who was not an ordinary person, heard the words clearly, she only smiled in joy because of this reaction.

What she wanted to see was this expression of resistance!

"Duanmu Ye! How is it that you, a shut-in who has accomplished nothing, can bear my curse! Why is it that you can wear the spiritual garments of the Outer Gods! Why do you accept all the changes that happen to you so naturally!"

Some excited words came out of the silver-haired girl's mouth, but the fist flashing with flames came again. This time the fist brought by the fist was stronger and more domineering, as if it was a falling meteorite from a distant place, hitting her face directly at an unpredictable speed.

However, this time, Nyaruko was not knocked away by the force as before. On the contrary, some tentacles that were not octopus tentacles emerged from the place where she was hit by the fist. They looked like dead branches of some ancient tree, or tentacles with smooth leather of some creature. They wrapped around the fist wrapped in flames, but were burned to ashes by the flames the next moment.

Duanmu Ye's fist did not stop there, hitting the silver-haired girl's whole body over and over again in mid-air. In addition to the sound of the fists cutting through the air, the crackling sound of the flames burning something also formed a heretical symphony together with the former, constantly echoing in the church.

We can't let her continue talking, we absolutely can't let her continue talking!

At this moment, Duanmu Ye, who was under the flames, had a hideous look on his face. Perhaps it was because the flames of Ktugeya were much hotter and more intense than before, and the mental interference from Nayako had also weakened a little.

It was as if his body had reached its limit. After swinging his fist for who knows how long and how many times, Duanmu Ye stopped his movements. At this moment, the human-shaped shadow curled up on the ground in front of him, surrounded by flames, seemed to have been burned to charcoal by Kthugya's flames and could no longer rise.

But Duanmu Ye couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart when he saw this scene. He was sure that Naaa would not be killed by "Kthugya" like this. At that moment, he looked at the ball of charcoal that was gradually expanding in the flames and twisting its shadow, and couldn't help but take deep breaths.

However, the twisted charcoal that was almost about to reveal the true form of Nyar-Latotep suddenly collapsed the moment it completely stood up from the flames, turning into countless black powder blocks and falling to the ground without any movement.

But the next moment, Nayako's voice came from behind.

"There's only one answer..."

I turned around suddenly and saw Nayako, whose half face was still burned. She was smiling in front of me at a distance that I could almost feel her breath.

"Duanmu Ye, you were actually sent to this world just to attract the attention of the Outer Gods. And the moment I brought you to this world, you became a monster that maintains a human form but is inhuman!"

The laughter from Nyako was not just her very light voice. Along with it, echoing in the ears like bells in the church, there were countless voices that could be distinguished as male, female, young and old, as well as indistinguishable ones, mixed in with it, causing unprecedented impact on the body and mind of those who heard it.

Yes, at this moment Duanmu Ye finally understood what the biting cold feeling in his heart was. It was not fear, nor was it terror, and it could not even be called a physiological reaction.

That was Cthugha's hostility towards Nyar-Latotep, and the anger he would inevitably feel at what she was about to say.

The flames continued to rise, turning the entire closed church into a one-sided oven. Duanmu Ye, who served as fuel, stood in the center of the church, unable to suppress his inner anger.