Nyarlathotep: I'll Drag Meng Yi into the Basement and Torture Him!

Meng Yi used the traces of existence left by the "Heavens Faction · Fictional Wild History Organization" to dial the contact information for "Yog-Sothoth."

Without any interval of time, a spacetime gate solidified from illusion and opened from outside.

The "Yog-Sothoth," manifesting through the uncertain birth and death of endless bubbles, arrived before Meng Yi.

"Hmm? Something's wrong. Let me look again."

"Even more wrong."

"Fuck! Fuck! God!"

The eyeballs formed from the bubbles of "Mythical Da Luo T2: Yog-Sothoth" stared so hard that, in the physical sense, their eyes burst apart. He was utterly baffled by the "Myriad Worlds · Broad Area · Name of God" that Meng Yi had displayed.

"Young Brother White Devil—no, Brother White Devil. You just finished your 'Graduation Assessment,' and you're already rushing to find me just to show off?"

"Very good! You win! From now on, I, 'Yog-Sothoth,' am willing to call you the strongest show-off of the 38th Paradise Era!"

"Yog-Sothoth" took a moment to recover. The change in how he addressed Meng Yi was enough to show how his assessment of him had changed.

"Senior, you flatter me."

"Hey, don't, don't! I can't take it. The 'Myriad Worlds · Broad Area · Name of God' is too frightening. My little body can't withstand the title of 'Senior.'"

The indescribable body of "Yog-Sothoth" contracted into a handsome, blue-eyed, blond-haired adult man dressed in a suit and leather shoes.

He waved his hands repeatedly, refusing to accept Meng Yi's address as "Senior."

"We can just treat each other as equals."

"I'm a few years older. If you don't mind, Brother White Devil, I'll presumptuously call you little brother."

Hearing this, Meng Yi naturally had no objection. He immediately climbed onto the opportunity and said, "No problem, Brother Yog."

Meng Yi invited "Yog-Sothoth" into