Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

Beep, the system prompts: "Congratulations to the player Hidden Old Man for successfully revealing the secrets of the illusion and the core resentment of the illusion. The current exploration rate of the main plot is 98.8%."

In the silent and dark night sky, a black vortex suddenly appeared. It rotated and changed, like a slender tornado, and landed in front of the hidden old man.

The hidden old man was a little unsteady due to the wind. He raised his right hand to resist the strong wind, but found that his body was changing. This is no longer Drake's body, but his own cyber battle doll.

The slender black tornado gradually transformed into a human form, which was Drake, but not completely Drake.

The figure had the appearance of Drake, with pollution and mutations all over its body, and an evil intent. It spoke slowly, and its voice sounded like the superposition of countless men, women, and children, layer upon layer, like a chorus without music.

It is the core of this illusion, more precisely, it is the mimetic projection of the core of the illusion.

"Your guess is correct." The illusion core said, "As a reward, you will be the first person in 170 years to witness the final outcome of Bell Tower Town."

It raised its hand, and the hidden old man was wrapped in a whirlwind.

The plot animation that will be played at the end of all illusions appeared in front of the hidden old man in advance.

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Until he was five years old, Drake considered himself incredibly lucky.

He is an orphan, but a lucky orphan. People said that he was nurtured by a she-wolf as her own cub, escaped the death of his family members, was adopted by the Church of Light, and had a kind adoptive father, the old bishop.

Life in the Bright Church is very hard. There are prayer classes every morning and evening. You have to get up early before dawn and start worshiping the gods in the first light of the sun in Aluma and/or Sakina.

The food here is also very monotonous. Most of the time it is rough and sour black bread, salty and bitter bacon, fishy milk, and broccoli, which Drake dislikes very much.

He had to learn a lot of things every day under the supervision of the old bishop, such as writing, scriptures, swordsmanship... and he also had to take some unpleasant decoctions regularly, but Drake thought these were all bearable.

Sometimes the old bishop was as strict as his father, and sometimes he was indulgent in every possible way. When he had nightmares, the old bishop would lovingly hug him and coax him to sleep...Drake loved the nights with thunderstorms the most, because whenever he had nightmares, the old bishop would love him. , he could use the excuse of being afraid of thunder to hide in the old bishop's room, and spend a warm night by the fire like a real father and son.

But sometimes, when the old bishop looked at his strange eyes, one green and one yellow, he would always show a smile that made him shudder. There was some inexplicable meaning in that smile of kindness.

When he was five years old, Drake accidentally stumbled upon a group of children in the backyard. They were skinny, skinny, with withered hair, and were driven like domestic animals by strong servants.

He heard the conversation of the servants and knew that these were children who were going to be sent to the superior church. He also heard from the servants and mothers that he was originally going to be sent to the superior church and to the Holy City as the Holy Son. of Miranda.

It was the old bishop who kept him.

He became more and more grateful to the old bishop, but he heard the old bishop call him "the skin of the god".

"The skin of a god? What does that mean?"

Drake was puzzled.

He knew what a skin bag was. He had seen skin bags carried by traveling merchants to contain water or goods. They were made from whole hares, small wild sheep, or magic otters. All the flesh, bones, and internal organs were removed from the fur, and then the skin bags were filled with water or goods. Turn the skin out and tan it repeatedly, then apply a thick layer of waterproof oil wax to hold water and objects.

The hollowed-out heads of those creatures would be used as lids, covering the openings, shaking tremblingly as the merchants walked.

Derek couldn't help but shudder.

"If I were a skin... would I be hollowed out? What would I be used to carry? Gods?

Will my head be tied to horses and camels like those animals, and I will watch the world singing and dancing with my cloudy and white eyes? "

He was troubled by this imagination for a long time, waking up from nightmares every night. The hotel owner who was new to the town often gave him sweet toffee when he saw how haggard he looked.

Apart from the old bishop, what Drake liked most was the knowledgeable and knowledgeable hotel owner.

The hotel owner said he came from far, far away. He has seen the most prosperous cities and the most declining villages in the world; he has trudged through the ice and snow, rested in the wilderness and dense forests, and swam in the vast sea...

He always has endless stories to tell, a vast ocean of knowledge, and an endless supply of snacks - all milk-flavored sweets that Drake likes very much.

Drake once believed that the old bishop and the hotel owner were his closest family members. He never thought that he would be sent to the execution stand by these two family members.

Everything happened without warning. Yes, there were many warning signs, but Drake had never understood them: the servants' teasing, the whispers of the nuns, the silver-haired knight who came from afar and was very familiar with the old bishop - and the old bishop The bishop never lets them meet...

Beyond that, there's more that's fishy.

The old bishop always looked at his eyes in trance, as if staring at some kind of existence through his body. He discovered that the favor and pampering were not reserved for himself, but for someone who would occupy this body in the future. exists.

The candies and snacks given by the innkeeper always made his mood fluctuate. Sometimes he could not control himself and flew into a rage. Only after he was exhausted did he realize that this was not what he would do.

His mood began to fluctuate. He would envy Anna, who was always spoiled by her parents and walked around with a teddy bear. He would hate the student who always talked about what magic he had learned in the magic academy this semester. He would hate the old grandmother who always smiled and basked in the sun and had many children and grandchildren...

He began to hate all the happy people in the town.

Because their happiness was too dazzling.

"If I will eventually be replaced by a certain existence and erase the traces of my existence in the world, then what is the meaning of my existence in the world?"

He was confused and confused. Before he could figure it out, he heard the news that he would be chosen as the son of God and the vessel of the descent of the God of Light. And the letter he stole from the old bishop's study also proved the authenticity of this news.

The old bishop, whom he had always regarded as his adoptive father, only had eyes for his body. From the very beginning, he was the skin tailor-made for the God of Light by the old bishop. His soul, preferences, and personality were not important at all to the old bishop.