Personality V: I will save everything

"Karl is mommy's most obedient and sweet baby, isn't he?"

The always gentle owner of the manor suddenly roared angrily. The roar seemed to break through the sky, making the eardrums of everyone present buzz.

However, something even more unexpected was yet to come. After yelling, the owner of the manor quickly and gently laid Eli flat on the ground, his movements as gentle as if he were treating a fragile object.

Then, He slowly walked towards Karl, each step seemed so steady and firm. When He came in front of Karl, the owner of the manor slightly bent down, stretched out his white and slender hands, and gently stroked Karl's little head.

Although the owner of the manor still had a faint smile on her face, no one who saw her at this moment would think that her mood was as calm as water.

On the contrary, from his tightly pursed lips, slightly wrinkled brows, and eyes flashing with strange light, people could clearly feel that an extremely suppressed anger was burning fiercely.

"My dear baby, can you agree to a small request from your mother? Now, please close your eyes, cover your ears tightly with your hands, and then count down to ten slowly."

As the owner of the manor spoke these words softly, he raised his head and glanced at the crowd around him who were watching the excitement.

Then, He raised His voice and said, "And my friends, please cooperate and close your eyes and cover your ears for a while, okay? Thank you!"

In such a tense and solemn atmosphere, who would dare to disobey His words? Even the Dream Witch, whose speed far exceeded that of ordinary people, raised her hands to cover her ears and closed her eyes tightly with unimaginable agility.

Seeing that even the Dream Witch reacted with such fear and trepidation as if facing a formidable enemy, Carl, who originally had a thousand words to say to his mother, could only obediently follow his mother's instructions.

After all, the scene before him made him realize that any defiance at this moment would be futile.

Since the Dream Witch and Carl had already taken the lead and set an example, the others naturally did not dare to neglect it and followed suit. They closed their eyes tightly and covered their ears with their hands, as if they were afraid of missing this critical moment.

At this moment, Karl's childish and slightly nervous voice was heard:

"ten........"

As he finished speaking, the whole scene fell into dead silence, and everyone held their breath, waiting for what might happen next.

However, unexpectedly, when Carl just counted to "ten", there was a crisp sound of snapping fingers.

In an instant, time seemed to freeze!

Everything around me was still. The wind stopped blowing, the leaves stopped swaying, and even the expressions on people's faces were frozen at that moment.

Then, in this strange space and time where time seemed to have frozen and space was completely frozen, a vague figure began to slowly emerge from the depths of darkness. At first, the figure was as illusory as the moon in the water or the flower in the mirror, but as it gradually approached, its outline and details became clearer and clearer.

"Ha...s...ta......"

A low and angry roar suddenly sounded, like rolling thunder exploding in the silent space and time.

Hastur, who had just appeared, had a furious look on his face. His huge eyes, like copper bells, were burning with rage, and he was staring at an invisible target in front of him.

"You damned yellow octopus, I will tear you into pieces and make sure you never reincarnate!" I roared with gritted teeth.

I could feel that my soul and body had completely fallen into a state of madness at this moment, and there was only one thought in my mind - I must personally destroy this guy in front of me who I hated so much.

However, Hastur, who had just emerged from a mysterious place, did not seem to notice the strangeness of the surrounding atmosphere and the danger of his environment.

He looked around blankly, muttering to himself, "What are you angry about? I helped you get rid of that abominable believer who dared to blaspheme you with good intentions. Shouldn't you be grateful for what I did?"

Obviously, Hastur didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at the moment. For him, it was only natural to eliminate those mortals who offended the dignity of the gods, not to mention that this time he was venting the anger of his companions, so he naturally thought that the other party should be grateful.

But in fact, Hastur did not understand the real reason. He really couldn't understand why an ordinary human could exude an aura and power so similar to that of a god?

What puzzled him even more was that the high and mighty lord of the manor would actually tolerate such a thing to happen?

In his view, this man was a naked provocation and blasphemy to the manor owner's supreme majesty and lofty status as a god.

Therefore, when he discovered this audacious man, he did not hesitate to eliminate him in order to maintain the sanctity of the manor owner.

What Hasta never expected was that the good thing he thought he had done perfectly not only did not receive the due praise and rewards, but instead aroused such strong anger and resentment from his companions.

Faced with this situation, he couldn't help but feel at a loss and had no idea how to deal with it.

"Oh my, it seems that this guy is far less interesting than his real self..."

I saw a black shadow quietly emerging, and then the mysterious dream witch slowly revealed her original appearance, and walked towards us step by step, and finally successfully integrated into this lively conversation.

In fact, for the Dream Witch, the seemingly magical little spell cast by the manor owner was a piece of cake.

You know, it's just a temporary stagnation of time. How can such a small trick be difficult for her, who is like a god? Moreover, when the manor owner first cast the spell, he never took the Dream Witch into consideration.

Long before all this happened, the Dream Witch had solemnly warned Yilai:

Don't get close to the Yellow Lord in this world! Because the Yellow Lord in front of you is just an out-of-control clone. The original body has long forgotten the existence of such a clone, and this clone has completely escaped the control of the original body and become a completely independent individual. Naturally, his temperament must be very different from the real Yellow Lord.

She once warned Eli very seriously to stay away from that man.

However, to her surprise, Eli turned a deaf ear to her and approached the man on his own initiative as if possessed by a ghost.

In fact, the Dream Witch knew clearly why Eli acted this way... But, is it really true that humans are humans after all?

Eli didn't seem to realize that even if he stepped forward and became the victim instead of Carl and Andrew, the owner of the manor would still be furious.

Thinking of this, the Dream Witch couldn't help but shook her head and sighed secretly. At this moment, she seemed to suddenly remember something interesting, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a sly smile.

She slowly stretched out her hand and gently supported her cheek. She looked at the manor owner with interest and said slowly, "Speaking of which, it's really surprising! Someone like you who always abides by the rules was so angry that you called out Hastur's name directly! Could it be that you are really angry this time?"

In the mysterious and boundless realm of God, every god has a unique and secretive name. These names are like precious treasures hidden in the endless darkness, and must not be easily revealed to others, because they are the supreme taboo for the gods.

If an opponent dares to shout out the name of a certain god during a fierce battle between gods, it will trigger a terrible backlash—the god's own powerful power will be instantly suppressed and restrained, as if it is trapped in an absolute imprisonment that cannot be escaped. In this way, the originally evenly matched battle situation may suddenly tilt due to this difference in thought. (For more details, please refer to Chapter 79.)

The dignified and solemn owner of the manor always had awe for this iron rule and always abided by it. Whether facing the treacherous and changeable Dream Witch or the eerie and terrifying Lord in Yellow, he always respectfully addressed them by their titles and never overstepped his bounds.

However, today, a jaw-dropping scene occurred: the owner of the manor actually broke the convention and called out the name of one of the gods for the first time! This situation is rare, and it is enough to show that he is furious at this moment, and the anger in his heart seems to be about to burst out and burn to the sky.

At this moment, Hastur realized as if waking up from a dream that he seemed to have made a serious mistake, which had caused the majestic owner of the manor to be furious.

He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, because from the manor owner's angry eyes and tense face, he could tell that he had really irritated the other party this time.

What's worse is that Hastur keenly sensed that this powerful manor owner seemed to have murderous intentions! What should he do? Should he fight him to the death? But after a little thought, Hastur shook his head helplessly.

Not to mention the huge gap in strength between the two sides, the pressure from the manor owner when he called out his name mercilessly just now made him feel timid. Moreover, this place was the manor owner's territory, where his divine power would inevitably be greatly restricted and suppressed. Fighting against him was like hitting a rock with an egg, and there was no chance of winning at all.

What about escaping? This also seems to be a dead end! In fact, it’s not that Hastur has no way to escape. On the contrary, if he really wants to escape from his current predicament, he may be able to do it with his powerful divine power and profound magical attainments. However, the problem is that he doesn’t want to escape at all.

You know, the fierce battles between gods have been going on for a long time, but no god has ever chosen to flee. This unwritten rule seems to be a symbol of dignity and honor. Whoever breaks it first may become the target of public criticism and suffer contempt and scorn from other gods.

For Hastur... no, to be precise, for this incarnation at this moment, there seems to be no significant difference between life and death.

After all, he was only one of the many clones of the original Hastur. Even if he met with an accident and died here, the real Lord Hastur in the distant divine realm would not be affected at all.

Any struggles?

No...

There was no struggle at all, just like dust accepting its fate of being wiped away...

But how should I put it? Did it feel gentle? At least I didn't feel any pain when I died.

I seem to understand a little bit now, why the manor owner was so angry just because he hurt a human being... Because He is very gentle...

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"3...2...1!" Time passed by minute by minute, and each number seemed to be infinitely stretched, striking on Carl's young heart. Although the countdown had ended, fear still gripped his heartstrings tightly, making him dare not open his eyes.

Finally, a warm and soft hand gently fell on his head, as gentle as a spring breeze. The familiar touch made Carl know that it was his mother's hand. He only heard his mother softly say: "Good boy, you can open your eyes now~"

Hearing his mother's encouragement, Carl tried to overcome his inner timidity and slowly opened his tightly closed eyes. In an instant, a bright light pierced into his eyes, and he couldn't help but squint slightly. After adapting to the light, a kind smile came into view - that was the smile of the owner of the manor.

The owner of the manor smiled so kindly, just like a very gentle mother looking at her newborn child. Her eyes were full of love and care, as if they could melt all the coldness and fear in the world.

In the face of this warm smile, Carl's uneasiness gradually dissipated, replaced by an inexplicable sense of security and joy.

"Mom~~"