"Hastur? Nyarlathotep? Long ti no see, what are you two planning to do this ti?" Chen Ze was a bit surprised; the last ti these two had co together was because of the Yog-Sothoth incident, and he had no idea what it was about this ti.
"I’m here for a al, Nyarlathotep did so updates to Hearthstone, so I had to bring it to you," said Hastur, who yawned and sprawled on the table like a lump of sli, taking a big gulp of the Coca Cola Betty had handed over.
"Manager, this is the Hearthstone you asked for," Nyarlathotep placed a clump of black mist on the table. Chen Ze was very curious why the mist wasn’t dissipating but instead, was condensing together.
Chen Ze reached out to accept the clump of mist. As soon as he took it, he felt terrible, for within the mist there were countless souls howling, their screams so piercing that Chen Ze’s ears began to hurt—worse than listening to a construction crew working nearby in the middle of the night.
"Are you sure this thing is Hearthstone?" Chen Ze wondered if Nyarlathotep had made so mistake—after all, this thing looked nothing like Hearthstone. Chen Ze thought it looked more like so sort of dark soul ga.
"Yes, it’s just that they need a bit of help," Nyarlathotep said, touching the wisp of mist with a fingertip.
Chen Ze then watched in amazent as the mist indeed changed, the souls inside seemingly stimulated, all transforming into Hearthstone cards he had played before.
"Do you need my help?" an old man with a white beard trembled and muttered; looking at his appearance, he did resemble Antonidas, only he looked quite odd.
After all, having Antonidas gaze at you with a begging look in his eyes was a serious break from imrsion.
"Um, Nyarlathotep, I think you might have a slight misunderstanding about Hearthstone," the corner of Chen Ze’s mouth twitched. How could he comfortably play with sothing that seed akin to spirits? He simply couldn’t bring himself to do it, not at all.
"Oh? But I’ve improved it, look, they fight just like in the ga," Nyarlathotep said as he sat opposite Chen Ze and started rapidly manipulating the mist.
Then Chen Ze witnessed a quick and intense fight between a "hold it in" deck and a "dirty priest" in the mist, especially when he saw the guy playing Anduin saying "Thank you" with sheer perfect emotion, Chen Ze felt an urge to pull him out and beat him up.
Chen Ze slapped his face hard; this wasn’t the Hearthstone he wanted. Besides, he was partnering with Flea, how could he promote sothing that seed as evil as a Hell Demon? If he tried to market this, he might just attract a bunch of justice warriors knocking at his door wanting to have a heart-to-heart about life and ideals.
"Still not right, I need sothing that can be widely promoted, so it’s best to make it in the form of a phone or computer ga," Chen Ze was adamant. He didn’t want to cause any trouble for his partners.
"Computers need a network, but that world doesn’t have one, let alone electricity," Nyarlathotep shook their head. This was sothing They had also considered, but that world was a magic world that lacked sufficient technological developnt—there was nothing They could do.
"What if we use the magic network to connect?" Chen Ze thought of a solution.
"The magic network? But I’ve already hamred the Goddess of Magic to death, so the magic network is now unowned, and besides, I’m too lazy to manage those complicated things," Nyarlathotep shook their head again. They had no interest in managing the magic network, it was a very troubleso affair. Rather than that, Nyarlathotep thought they’d prefer to journey further down the path of truth.
Has the law of universal gravitation in the Otherworld been figured out yet? What is the acceleration due to gravity? Do Magic interactions need to follow the law of conservation of energy? These questions deeply intrigued Nyarlathotep, and what’s more, It had even discovered antimatter, so next up was the intensive research period for Anti matter Weapons.
If it weren’t for Yog-Sothoth’s demand that It must satisfy Chen Ze first, Nyarlathotep would have started working full steam on Anti matter Weapons already.
"So why not find a lackey to take over for a while? You can even slaughter gods, fostering a Goddess of Magic shouldn’t be hard, right?" Chen Ze rolled his eyes, this creature was just lazy, feverishly looking for excuses.
"Hmm? This idea isn’t bad, I think I can give it a try, especially since I already have soone in mind," Nyarlathotep thought of the werewolf girl It had encountered before.
Moreover, in the Otherworld, without the various gods, the souls of the world either fell into a void or drifted in this world, which would eventually have an irreversible impact on the ecology of the Otherworld, and that was not sothing Nyarlathotep wanted to see happen.
"Then I’ll leave it to you," Chen Ze nodded.
"Ah... you guys really talk too much, my stomach is about to collapse, manager, I’d like a curry pork cutlet rice, and then add whatever dishes you think are good, make sure there’s plenty," Hastur lay on the table, utterly listless.
"Alright, what would you like, Nyarlathotep?" Chen Ze turned to Nyarlathotep.
"The sa as Hastur," Nyarlathotep couldn’t be bothered to choose, as It needed to think about how to handle this matter, as well as how to utilise the power of the magic network.
Chen Ze nodded, then went back into the kitchen to start preparing today’s dishes for Nyarlathotep and Hastur.
"But speaking of it, curry pork cutlet rice really is quite popular," Chen Ze turned his neck, recently feeling it stiff and sore; he thought he should find ti to go to a massage parlor for so relief.
Of course, it would be a legitimate massage parlor, not the kind that offered special services.
Chen Ze took out curry powder and apples among other seasonings—he wasn’t making the traditional Indian curry, after all, for Indians, curry is less of a single dish and more a specialised cooking technique; and Indian curry is quite spicy, which didn’t quite suit Chen Ze’s palate.
The curry Chen Ze made was a modified Japanese style. In Japan, after years of adaptation, Japanese curry had developed its own unique style, quite different from the Indian version, and the Japanese truly loved their curry, eating it once a week; coupled with the country’s solitary living patterns, curry was very popular.
Chen Ze quickly made the curry pork cutlet rice since he had made it many tis before, and soon after, it was ready and placed on the table.
"As for the rest... let’s serve the modified version of Argentine barbecue," Chen Ze thought it was a good idea, and soon the aroma of barbecue filled the restaurant.
"Manager, have a heart!" Betty thought desperately, holding her rumbling stomach.
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