Mystery: The Stars Returner

In the Hall of Stars, Hastur was deprived of control over the Hall of Stars and was imprisoned in his seat, unable to leave. Other than that, he was not restricted in other aspects.

Hastur also tried to break free from this imprisonment, but in vain.

After trying to no avail, he began to carefully observe Hastur, the ruler of the old days, and saw that he was still concentrating on consolidating his body.

Why didn't He just kill me instead of imprisoning me in my seat?

Is it because He can't do it or He doesn't want to kill me?

Why is it a bit like the drama between Klein and Amon?

Hastur silently complained in his heart, it would be good if this plot was true, after all, the winner in the end was Klein.

Time gradually passed, and Hastur's eyes looked beyond the starry sky. He saw a series of familiar external gods from the past, such as the Fallen Mother Goddess, the Mother Tree of Desire, and the Djinn.

They were just guarding the perimeter at the moment and did not take any other unnecessary actions. Even the djinn was very quiet.

Are they waiting for a result?

Hastur took the opportunity to look at the Ring of Fate a few more times. This being in charge of fate will be Will's strong enemy in the future.

Thinking of Will's fate, Hastur's mood improved a lot. Will, who has the key to light, should be able to protect Sharon and Audrey.

The path of destiny is truly the enviable path of the European Emperor!

Within one day, he was promoted to sequence 0 and obtained the corresponding source of essence.

Such luck is so enviable, no wonder the clone of the Mother Tree of Desire was driven crazy.

Hastur quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at Hastur, the ruler of the old days, who had completely solidified his body. He did not speak, but waited for the other party to make a move first.

"Is it time to return my name to me?" This was the first sentence spoken by Hastur, the Great Old One.

"Ha, I don't understand what you are talking about." Hasta curled his lips.

He would not say anything casually, lest the other party take advantage of the authority that he did not understand and take advantage of it, completely cutting off his own chance of survival.

"Hasta, this name belongs to me. You are just a good luck substitute."

As He spoke, he walked around and observed everything in the Hall of Stars, "Everything here is as before."

"Your name?" There was a hint of ridicule at the corner of Hastur's mouth, "Do you have your own name? Hastur, did you choose this name yourself? This name was just given to you by the world just to call you. A code name.”

"You can call her Hasta, you can also call her Cat, Dog, or Erya Tiedan Wangcai, something simple and easy to remember."

"What you said made sense." He came and sat down directly opposite Hastur, and said with a smile: "Since you like the name Hastur, I will give this name to you."

At this moment, Hastur suddenly felt a chill running through his body, as if something unknown would happen after he agreed.

"The name Hastur was given to this body by its parents, just as you are called Hastur by the world."

"You call yourself this body. It seems that you know very well that you are a thief who has taken the fate of others and survived."

"A thief? In front of you, I don't dare to think of myself as a thief. You are the master of stealing. Even foreign gods like Primordial Hunger have fallen into your trap."

"I didn't kill him, it was the onlookers who killed him just now."

it is as expected.

Original Hunger only had his memory modified, mistaking himself for the King in Yellow and Hastur, the Great Old One.

What happened to him illustrates the terror of dominating authority.

Hastur sighed in his heart, and did not answer what Hastur said opposite him, but said: "You have completely entered the Palace of Stars and taken control of the situation. Why don't you kill me and then leave with the Palace of Stars?"

"I also have no intention of killing you." He looked up at the starry sky in the Hall of Stars and whispered: "After all, we are the only ones from the same universe."

"Oh, a being like you would also care about this kind of emotion between humans?"

"I really like walking on the streets of the human world. Although they are so weak, they have the most complex inner world. Sometimes I actually envy their short lives."

"Stop being pretentious here." Hastur said coldly: "All your observations and experiences are filled with condescension from different levels of life."

"When human beings lower their heads and look down at the ants busy around under their feet, sometimes they find it interesting, and even imagine that they become an ant to experience the world again."

"It's interesting for a while, but it won't be interesting for a lifetime. As time goes by, they still want to return to their human appearance and distance themselves from tiny creatures like ants."

Faced with such ridicule, He did not feel angry, but spoke gently: "That's why I say that you humans have the most complex inner world."

Hastur did not answer the question. He just wanted to see what Hastur wanted to do.

"Your previous guess was correct. You are indeed a tiny soul that was accidentally involved."

"Destiny likes jokes, and life likes miracles. Your birth perfectly proves these two points."

"This is something that neither I nor the original Creator expected. It is a few variables beyond our control."

"So I dropped a golden box from the air, trying to steer the story on the right track, but you were always on guard and never opened it."

"It wasn't until you arrived in the starry sky that you fully activated the backhand I left behind, and you were able to come in and correct this fate that deviated from the right direction."

Hastur just remained silent, carefully considering every word of the old ruler.

"Now, let's end this." He stood up, surrounded by stars, time and space were confused at this moment, and destiny was reversed at this moment.

Hastur was firmly suppressed in his position, unable to even blink his eyelids.

"End this fate full of surprises and return my name and destiny!"

He shouted low, and Hastur instantly felt that he was stripped away from the starry sky, surrounded only by endless darkness and desolation.

The distance between myself and the starry sky is getting farther and farther, and I am becoming smaller and smaller, as if the timeline has been reversed, and I have returned to the state of the ray of soul when I crossed the boundary of the universe.

Is this the end?

Hastur was silent, silently feeling this almost suffocating feeling of powerlessness.

I am just a soul that was lucky enough to be involved in it. I can regain the identity of Hastur, meet Sharon and Audrey, and spend a happy time. I should be satisfied, right?

I believe that with the care of Will and Klein, they will all live well.

Now I just hope that the Palace of Stars has lost the ability to pass through the initial barrier and will keep this old ruler out of the initial barrier.

This feeling of suffocation and despair continued until Hastur thought of a question.

He raised his head and looked up at the world full of darkness, silence and desolation.

"In your words just now, why did you only mention yourself and the original creator? You seem to have never directly acknowledged the existence of the stars?"

"What are you hiding?"

"Or are you worried about something?"

Hastur's unhurried voice echoed in this dark, uninhabited world.

The Hall of Stars belongs to the stars, this is an undoubted fact.

If Hastur, the Great Old One, is truly the original master of the Hall of Stars, then he is the stars themselves.

However, in the series of words He just said, He did not mention a word about the stars.

Nor did he explicitly say that he was the stars themselves.

And where is His own body?

What appears in the Hall of Stars is just a ray of consciousness stored in a golden box, and the original hunger is just his incarnation of the King in Yellow. What about himself?

What about His true nature?

At such an important moment as welcoming back to the Hall of Stars, shouldn't His true form appear?

There are really too many flaws that cannot be figured out or explained.

Just after Hastur asked this series of questions, stars lit up one after another in this dark world, first one by one, and then in patches, together they outlined a brilliant starry sky.

After shaking his head again, Hastur returned to the Hall of Stars, still sitting in his original position.

It turns out that he has never left the Palace of Stars. He is here, in the Palace of Stars.

Hastur looked at Hastur, the old ruler who was still sitting opposite him, and his expression suddenly became complicated, and finally calmed down again: "I think I can answer your original question now."

"Don't you want the name Hastur back?"

"It's a no-brainer."

"Because." Hastur paused slightly: "Hasta is you, and the stars... are me."