The next person looked rather unsettling. At first, Yu Jing thought he was carrying some kind of ghost.
A fat man with skin so smooth it even reflected light sat some distance from the vagrant. Because the seat was too small, half his buttocks hung off the edge. He was extremely uncomfortable, but he was also afraid of Lord Mask's reprimand and thus maintained a proper sitting posture.
"Gru... My name is Gru."
The fat man introduced himself nervously.
The reason he seemed frightening was that his eye sockets were enormous and round, yet contained no pupils. His eyes were like bottomless abysses of darkness, with beads of blood flowing out between them, giving off an inexplicable sense of danger.
When it was time for the next person to introduce himself, it immediately became clear why the fat man had spoken so nervously and haltingly.
Even the little loli, who had been rubbing herself back and forth against Yu Jing's chest, quieted down for the moment. She brought her murmuring lips close to Yu Jing's ear and whispered, "Brother Yu Jing, whatever you do, don't offend this person... Even Little Octopus isn't confident he could beat him."
The "Little Octopus" Abou mentioned was naturally the one closest to god among the thirteen: Lovecraft.
"Mm... I know."
The darkness enveloping this person spread out, actually shrouding the dreamscape created by Lord Mask.
A man appeared beneath a black trench coat, with wisps of black energy swirling around his body. He crossed his legs and leaned back slightly, sitting on the stool with an elegant posture.
Aside from the black trench coat, he wore a black tie, a black shirt, black trousers, black leather shoes, and a black agate ring on the ring finger of his right hand.
Set against his all-black