Chapter 613

"Are you serious?" Constantine said weakly, due to long-term nicotine deprivation: "We're going to keep living here?!"

"Why not?" Nyaa-ko chuckled, hugging Abigail, whose eyes had gone dead and doll-like, utterly passive.

"The most dangerous place is the safest place."

The table was covered with a snow-white tablecloth; the room was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and rich coffee, mingled with sunlight streaming through the velvet curtains.

What a pleasant morning.

Nyaa-ko set Abigail down, who was eating bread, then pulled out a crowbar and began cleaning and maintaining it.

"I never expected Mr. Fool would return to that nostalgic, comforting, relaxing state—and it'd be even better if he just kept sleeping forever."

The strand of hair atop Nyaa-ko's head was flicking back and forth at incredible speed.

"Let this Holy Sword of Physics put Mr. Fool to eternal, eternal sleep. A Mr. Fool without self-awareness is a good Mr. Fool."

"Isn't this their base?" Wei De De asked, unusually saying something meaningful: "Other World-Eaters might be here too."

"That's exactly why we need to investigate thoroughly," Nyaa-ko said, looking at everyone.

"Let me be clear—if we keep going like this, the inverted Azathoth might awaken directly in this universe."

"It's all your DC's fault," Wei De De glared at Constantine.

"The only reason you're standing here with an unscarred face is thanks to DC," Constantine shot back.

He was already used to retorting to this lunatic beside him.

"Is what she said true?" Logan opened a bottle of whiskey and drank straight from it.

The Heroic Spirit's body wasn't bad; drinking on an empty stomach in the morning didn't make one drunk easily—but compared to alcoholics, smokers, and Deadpool, Abigail was strictly following a child's proper nutritional breakfast.

On her plate were fresh raspberries, yogurt, cereal, bread, and milk.

"Based on known information, the waiter named Zhou Mingrui is the same Mr. Fool I've met before."

"That was a spirit summoned forth—he must have entered some mysterious ritual of advancement and fusion, and does not truly exist in this universe."

"But within minutes of Mr. Fool falling into R'lyeh, every R'lyeh across all Earths in the multiverse dissolved into an unfathomably vast, dark abyss."

Abigail poked a berry with her fork and said: "Don't provoke him—otherwise, the old phantoms will reappear."

Logan listened to the little girl's account, raised the bottle, and gulped down two swallows of hard liquor to calm himself.

Damn it—he hated the Heroic Spirit's body more than ever.

Suck-suck, breathe

Faint sobs drifted from nearby.

Nyaa-ko wiped her tears, removed the decorative fresh flowers, and placed them on the TV cabinet, in front of a photo frame.

Inside the frame was a photograph of a creature with a cephalopod-like head covered in countless tentacles, a body like a scaled gelatinous mass, and a pair of long, narrow wings behind it.

"Damn Azathoth—for not being satisfied with Cthulhu as the mythological representative, he cruelly murdered you."

Nyaa-ko's strand of hair drooped gently; she wiped her tears with her arm and spoke in a voice choked with grief and fury: "Cthulhu, rest in peace."

Though Nyaa-ko appeared deeply sorrowful, but that—

"Didn't you send him to R'lyeh yourself?"

"It was a necessary sacrifice!"

Nyaa-ko wiped her tears, turned around, and spoke as if nothing had happened: "How else could we confirm his identity?! Now our plan becomes easy."

Starting tonight, Nyaa-ko will lead Deadpool and Constantine and others, disguised as Reincarnators, to officially join the Holy Grail War.

In the construction of the Greater Grail Ritual, the most crucial elements are the collection of souls and magical energy.

The Living Tribunal may have hidden the removal of the Greater Grail from others, but not from her—the Holy Grail, which responds to Masters and Heroic Spirits across countless Parallel Worlds, still rests beneath the Sanctum.

And

She walked to the curtain; this room's excellent lighting offered a view of New York's landmark, Stark Tower.

"The reason we can't determine the timeline is naturally due to interference from higher-level forces and deliberate concealment."

Nyaa-ko smiled confidently: "When the time comes, we split up—let every Reincarnator and local faction pinpoint this timeline."

"Wait," Constantine interrupted: "What about Azathoth?"

"Now that we've confirmed his identity, we don't need to care about him."

Nyaa-ko waved her hand: "Just use magic and the artifact you hold to monitor him and the hotel staff in reverse."

"You teased him like that last night—I thought you actually wanted something to happen with him," Deadpool raised an eyebrow: "I even covered Abigail's eyes."

Nyaa-ko said: "I did it on purpose—this way, he'll avoid me."

There was also the reason that it was amusing, and I couldn't resist teasing him a bit.

I never expected Mr. Fool's spirit form would have the innocent personality of a human boy. Heh.

Knock-knock!

The knocking halted the battle discussion—someone was outside.

Nyaa-ko stepped forward, opened the door, and there stood Zhou Mingrui, dressed in casual clothes, black hair, black eyes, with gentle facial features.

"Zhou, good morning~~~" Nyaa-ko visibly relaxed, greeting him with a pure, innocent smile: "Aren't you the one bringing breakfast today?"

"I prepared it myself," Zhou Mingrui looked hesitant.

Nyaa-ko tilted her head, concerned: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Zhou Mingrui felt as if he were on a firing squad, wondering what the point of this mission even was—just like the character in the movie series "The Great Adventurer Gelmans"—beauty, after all, is nothing but a painted skull, flesh and bone.

Since this person is a Reincarnator from an opposing faction, if they meant harm, they should have attacked already!

Zhou Mingrui pulled out two tickets to Disneyland and said earnestly:

"Please go on a date with me, Miss Nai!"

"."

Nyaa-ko's smile twitched imperceptibly.

"Can I ask why you've become so forward today?"

"I couldn't sleep last night—I kept thinking about you. You're beautiful."

Zhou Mingrui said, forcing himself to endure the shame.

It's just to complete the senior's task.

"Oh, I see, haha." Nyaa's stray lock slowly lifted backward as she wore a look of helpless frustration: "Today—"

"If you don't like it, that's fine—I'm terribly sorry for disturbing you!"

Zhou Mingrui hurriedly said: "This is my first time inviting a girl. If I've offended you, please don't mind."

In the waiting, as Zhou Mingrui hoped she would firmly refuse so he could return with an excuse, Nyaa glanced at the corner behind Zhou Mingrui: the 'Fool,' draped in a semi-transparent hood, face masked in pallor; 'Gelman Sparrow,' loading his pistol; 'Merlin Hermes,' conjuring flowers and wishing the hotel corridor be carpeted in red.

"I happen to be free."

Clatter—crash, rattle!

His sharp hearing made Zhou Mingrui instantly turn his gaze to the room behind Nyaa: on the floor before the TV cabinet, a photo frame had fallen, shards of glass scattered everywhere.

Strangely, no one was in the room.

Zhou Mingrui instinctively looked up toward the spot near the curtain, frowning: "Miss Nai."

"Wait a moment—I'll change my clothes!"

The door slammed shut with a boom—the force was so great it even ruffled Zhou Mingrui's hair.

One minute later.

"Alright, let's go, darling."

The girl stuck out her red tongue, wrapped her supple body around him with the arch of her foot closing the door, then pressed tightly against Zhou Mingrui with swift motion.

"Mr. Zhou Mingrui~~~"

Su Lin tucked his recording pen into his pocket, stepped into the director's hall with faint aura of lethal intent: "NewYorkLoveStory, Day One, 9:00 a. m., all departments ready for filming, about to begin."

The expert group waited for him beside the conference table.

"Pay the copyright fee," said Lu Mingfei, the Master of Time Management, extending his hand: "Aren't you planning to send them to Stark Tower, the tallest building in New York?!"

"Just turn the shrine into a church—you can even guest-star as a priest!"

"Turn the hotel into a love motel: 'We are all Cthulhu; one day we'll be killed by the Unnameable God.'"

Good idea.

Su Lin pulled out the sealed artifact "The Pen of Alshuhod" to arrange the plot: "When Kei wakes up, I'll tell him how hard you've worked to manage his life's big events."

Lu Mingfei sneered: "He'll definitely kill me."

"What do the emotional consultants think?" Su Lin asked the others: "Can these two even get together?"

The experts exchanged silent glances.

Finally, the psychological expert Meng Qi cleared his throat and awkwardly said: "I must admit this is one of the greatest setbacks I've faced in my eighteen years as a psychological consultant…"

"Use this." The emotional consultant Xiao Yan pulled out a vial of Spring Elixir brewed from ten-thousand-year Snake Lust Fruit.

You really plan to fix Zhou's personal problems?!

"If only it were this simple to get him to sleep with Nyaa."

Su Lin stared at the dozens of Sky Fragments now in his hand, turned his gaze away, clenched his fist tightly, and absorbed them all.

"That's the writhing chaos described in Lovecraft's writings—looks prettier than a Victoria's Secret angel."

Su Su Tuoni's eyebrows knotted into a tangle; he stared at the girl on screen hugging Zhou Mingrui's arm, shook his head in confusion, and said:

"Another Nyarlathotep suddenly appeared in this world—do you think our Reincarnation Space mission rewards are connected to her?"

"Most likely." Su Lin's expression was strange.

Was it because that pigeon from Type-Moon's escape plan—faking its own consumption by the 'Fallen God'—was too convincing, or because Nyarlathotep was deliberately creating chaos?

Su Lin's instinct told him this was 100% tied to Nyaa.

"All of this assumes she is Nyarlathotep."

After all, Su Lin had even made Song Shuhang use the Resurrection Artifact to observe her with the Mary Sue Eye—and the conclusion was still human.

So this hypothesis rests on Su Lin's experience as a longtime otaku, and his life's resignation to spending his days with 2D characters.

Also,

Her reaction upon seeing Gelman and the other incarnations.

"What if she isn't that Outer God?" Su Su Tuoni shrugged: "I'm just saying, hypothetically."

Does that even need answering?

Of course—plunge straight into the real New York Love Story, and congratulate Marvel and Cthulhu's Blind, Foolish God Azathoth on their successful marriage.

"If she is, only Old Zhou can hold her off for now." Su Lin's decision was based on how these Outer Gods had treated Kei in the past.

He believed that if Kei were awake, he'd choose to sacrifice his body to save this Earth.

"Huai Shi will supervise Old Zhou—make sure he stays with her from morning till night, even during meals and sleep." Su Lin said.

At this moment, the slender, gaunt figure sitting silently beside Lu Mingfei, under the numb, vacant stare of Ge Xiaolun, kept his head lowered, saying nothing.

"Get used to it," Lu Mingfei patted Huai Shi's shoulder, comforting him: "At least your Niu Niu is still here."

Huai Shi felt a pounding headache: "Senior, why are you so experienced at this?"

It wasn't because of the cross-dressing—he was a professional male host; in life-or-death crises, if survival meant selling his ass, he'd do it, let alone his dignity.

His headache came from:

"Am I really supposed to join them?!" Huai Shi spread his hands: "I'm just a second-rank Sublimationist."

"But he's your Servant—no one's asking you to do a mana-fuck with him," Su Lin sighed.

Boss, why are you sighing like that?

You're not seriously planning to make me endure this kind of plot that'd get banned by the River Crab, are you?!

Then he thought of the magic potion Su Lin had once given him—it seemed meant either for himself or for Zhou Ge.

After last night, Huai Shi finally realized the other person was not human, just like the crow.

No, he was not just like the crow—he was fundamentally a joker, one of those obscure joker enthusiasts who could chat with crows about their views on romantic comedies and red thread weaving!

"I give up on you."

Su Lin asked the man standing beside him, dressed in a Sui Xifu, with a gilded inscription on his forehead: "Has the deployment been completed?"

"Negotiating with the Holy Ones took some time," Yang Jian said gently, "but after agreeing to sever the karmic bonds of the next ten lifetimes, the Holy Ones agreed to lend their full aid—even if their primordial essence suffers further wear."

"Ten lifetimes?" Su Lin widened his eyes: "Didn't I say at most four?!"

Yang Jian apologized: "Perhaps I misheard."

Su Lin froze in place, as if something precious had slipped from his grasp; only after a moment did he cover his mouth and take a deep breath.

"Fine."

Su Lin wore an expression of having been cheated, then turned his gaze toward Huai Shi and the others.

Amid Huai Shi's horrified expression, a virtual interface emerged from his soul, like a torrent converging, as if all the radiance of the world descended before his eyes.

——【Di Jun · Load Complete】