Shangjing University.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
An Qingyu's coughing gradually subsided. He sat weakly in his wheelchair, his face utterly haggard.
"Do you feel better?" Jiang Er asked worriedly.
"A little better. The headache lasted for a while before fading, just like when I first woke up last time." An Qingyu gazed at the tranquil lake before him and spoke bitterly. "It seems my aftereffects aren't as simple as I imagined..."
"You've been taking medicine for so many days. Was this headache any lighter than the last one?"
"No." An Qingyu paused. "It seemed... even worse than last time."
Jiang Er sighed dejectedly.
"By the way, did Qiye go kill a 'Mystery'?" An Qingyu asked, as if recalling something.
"More or less... He said that thing was called a 'Mi Go.'"
"Mi Go? What is that?"
Considering An Qingyu's recent condition, Lin Qiye had not told him about the Mi Go, lest he put needless pressure on him. But matters had reached this point, and Jiang Er could no longer hide it. She could only tell him the truth:
"It's a Lovecraftian Creature, apparently a servant of the Key of Doors... But it's only at the 'Klein' level, so it's not much trouble."
"The Key of Doors?" An Qingyu frowned slightly. "One of the Three Pillars connected to the Lovecraftian pantheon... Nothing tied to that mythology is a small problem."
"You haven't recovered from your injuries yet, so don't overthink it. There are no classes this afternoon anyway. Let's go back and wait for them."
Still in his wheelchair, An Qingyu soon returned to the courtyard residence. The discomfort in his body had mostly vanished by then, and aside from being somewhat weak, he was no different from usual.
An Qingyu sat in the courtyard, staring at the distant sky as