"Mr. Stan! Long ti no see." Betty cheerfully greeted the incoming custor, her tail wagging excitedly. To know that Stan was an old custor was one thing, but recently Stan’s visits had beco rare, and no one knew exactly why.
"Hmm," the man with a sullen face sat down in his usual spot, quietly waiting. He didn’t need to say anything; Chen Ze naturally knew what dish he wanted to order.
Chen Ze glanced at the refrigerator, realizing he would need to buy so ingredients tomorrow, as there were barely enough to make Buffet’s dish.
"Stan, it’s been a while," said Chen Ze, while he made Buffet, conversing with Stan.
"There’s a problem with the gods." Stan’s expression remained deadpan as he spoke as casually as if he was saying he was going out for a stroll.
"Eh?" Betty looked at Stan in surprise. Knowing that Stan was one of the top powerhouses of the negative plane, hearing him talk about issues with the gods was no small matter.
"Huh?" Chen Ze was sowhat confused. Could it be that Flea and Reinhardt actually managed to dethrone a deity? Wasn’t that a bit too exaggerated?
Considering that when Flea and her group last visited, Chen Ze had asked Lafra, and Lafra had said that those three weren’t a match for her, it made no sense for the gods to be slaughtered just a few days later.
If Flea and her companions had grown that strong, wouldn’t that an that in a little while, they’d be punching planets, or eventually start blowing up entire star systems?
Chen Ze really wanted to ridicule the situation; if their strength continued growing at such a rapid pace, there wouldn’t be any fight left. It was like Dragon Ball; at first, they were human, but later they began smashing through star systems. Chen Ze felt that at this rate, it would escalate to universe bashing eventually.
Chen Ze couldn’t help feeling that the Purple Sweet Potato Spirit, who had put so much effort into universe population control and had been a bootlicker to the goddess, seed incredibly weak compared to these people. He might as well have the Purple Sweet Potato Spirit collect the seven Dragon Balls and wish for a few Super Saiyans to co over and have fun.
That would easily fulfill Purple Sweet Potato Spirit’s performance targets with a bit of fighting.
"Today, I could not sense the power of the Dark God." Stan took the plate Betty handed over and slowly ate his Buffet.
Betty’s pupils dilated with surprise. The Dark God was just like the God of Light, a deity whose worshippers constituted ninety-nine percent of the intelligent beings on the negative plane.
Chen Ze placed a strawberry on top of the Buffet. He wasn’t concerned about the Dark God or any gods for that matter; his only concern was whether it would bring any trouble to the custors he knew, as well as affect Lafra.
"I’ve made contact with the Pope. The power of the God of Light cannot be sensed either," Stan casually dropped another bombshell, but it only garnered a frightened look from Betty.
"Does it affect Lafra?" Chen Ze couldn’t help asking.
"No, but it’s uncertain whether there’s any threat." Stan shook his head. He had a terribly frightening conjecture in his mind, but he didn’t want to consider whether it was true.
"If... if the gods have fallen..." Betty almost collapsed to the floor.
Stan ate his Buffet silently, indifferent to whether the gods had fallen. In fact, his pursuit had always been magic. Although it was customary for mages to worship the Goddess of Magic, Stan was an exception.
Rather than having faith in the Goddess of Magic, Stan put more faith in the magic he mastered and the truths of the entire world. Belief in the gods was just to save so hassle.
Otherwise, being surrounded by a bunch of clergy every day was truly a nuisance.
Chen Ze stroked his chin. If what Betty said was true and the gods had fallen, then the stability of that other world from now on entirely depended on the being that caused the gods to fall. However, he had no idea what kind of being it was.
Hastur frowned and looked up toward the place of his sealing. He could sense that a familiar guest had arrived at his ho.
"You guys shoot this scene. Angelina, let tell you again, you need to portray that innocent girl pretending to be a tough girl vibe, got it?" Hastur felt that this period had been the most exhausting of his life; these guys simply didn’t grasp his intentions.
Although Hastur had considered showing them ’Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day,’ he ultimately thought it smacked of cheating and abandoned the idea.
Hastur released his seal and returned to his room, only to see a dark shadow writhing around the room, seemingly taking an interest in his computer, drinking his cola, and eating his potato chips.
"Cut it out, Nyarlathotep!" Hastur felt his anger was about to burst through the roof.
If this were a fighting ga, Hastur would have already had three bars of energy, ready to unleash a super move.
"Tsk tsk, what do we have here?" The black mist churned, and though it had no facial features one could still feel it looking sowhere.
"What are you doing in this world?" Hastur rolled his eyes. As soon as he returned to this room, he would turn into a white-haired lolita; it had beco a habit of his.
The mist coalesced straight into a human shape, and then a teenage boy with a lifeless gaze appeared in Hastur’s room.
"I was just so bored, I ca over to find so fun," Nyarlathotep said as he sat on Hastur’s bed, picking up the handheld ga console Hastur had placed there, curiously fiddling with it.
"You sure are self-aware, aren’t you? And that thing is mine," Hastur said unceremoniously, waving his hand and reclaiming the ga console. It contained many ga saves, and if Nyarlathotep, the moron, broke it, Hastur truly might lay a hand on him.
"The stuff these past few days was your doing, right?" Hastur looked at his ga, nodded satisfactorily. Good, the saves were all intact.
"Yeah, a bunch of little ants. I was planning to play with them slowly, but then I sensed sothing akin to your presence, so I took action myself," Nyarlathotep rolled his eyes and then picked up the manga from Hastur’s bedside to flip through.
"Quit causing trouble all day long; how am I supposed to live my life in peace here if we get noticed?" Hastur grabbed back his potato chips as Nyarlathotep was about to open another pack.
Nyarlathotep was just ridiculous; that was Hastur’s last pack of chips, and without it, Hastur would have to reorder several boxes online.
"I haven’t started with you yet. How dare you set your sights on that cosmos? Although the one above is still sleeping, if discovered, I can just go dance on your grave," Nyarlathotep glanced at Hastur’s network cable, one end plugged into the computer, while the other end went straight through the void, connected to an unknown place.
"Don’t worry, I’ve been very discreet," Hastur confidently set a flag for himself.
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