Azathoth's different dimension chat group

Walking on the way home, Azatos, who was holding his dog, was in a very comfortable mood. He could finally eat a decent Chinese meal. The barbecued and fried meat he ate on Whitebeard's boat made Azatos almost vomit.

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Azathoth is in a happy mood after finally improving his food!

Azathoth was walking on the road when he suddenly saw a strange beggar begging on the roadside.

No one around was willing to give the beggar even a penny, and they all turned a blind eye and walked around him.

No one dared to get even one centimeter closer to this beggar, and they all stayed at least one meter away from him, just because...

"Abandoned Deep One?"

Azathoth recognized this strange beggar with an "Innsmouth face".

This is a young-looking deep diver who was abandoned by a large family of deep divers.

Maybe it's because they don't want to live anymore, or maybe it's because they have blasphemed the god worshiped by their race - Cthulhu.

However, compared to the former possibility, Azathoth is more willing to believe that this deep diver has blasphemed Cthulhu.

If a deep diver does not want to live, there are only two possibilities: either he cannot accept the fact that he has become an immortal deep diver, or he has lived for too long and is bored and wants to die.

And this deep diver is obviously not because of the former. He has obviously just transformed into a deep diver not long ago, and he did not directly solve it on the spot like other deep divers who did not accept it.

What this child did was obviously not accepted by his race. The crime of blaspheming oneself in serving gods cannot be solved by simply dedicating oneself to oneself.

Obviously, the group of deep divers he belonged to chose to exile him and let him be humiliated and killed under the discrimination of humans. This is a great shame for an immortal race. It is simply worse than being executed by the tribe.

It’s tens of thousands times more uncomfortable!

Azathoth doesn't want to meddle in the Deep Ones' business. A group of lower-level servants serving Cthulhu really have nothing worth taking action on.

But after all, Azathoth had been a human for at least a period of time, and he still had some compassion for others, although this compassion was meaningless to the evil god...

Looking at the kind man in front of him who handed him dozens of dollars of knives, Wacker raised his amphibian head, stared at the pair of fish eyes that never closed, and the gills under his cheeks kept shaking, and said

Obscure tones.

"Who are you?"

This is what Wacker meant.

"I am a passerby, just helping a passerby who needs my help out of compassion."

Azathoth said to Wacker with a smile in the language of the Deep Ones.

"Thank you... Is there anything I can do to repay you? For example... be your slave and be under your instructions for the rest of my life."

For this "young man" who was the only one who helped him, Wacker felt a warmth that he had never experienced in his own tribe.

"I don't need slaves," Azathoth stood up, looked at the crowded streets around him, and said to Wacker, "I just want you to be able to calm down and not disturb the remaining peace in this town.

alright."

"I mean, not everyone can accept a deep diver begging for people."

Before Wacker could react, Azathoth continued: "You can make some movies with your racial characteristics. I really hope to see you in movie theaters in the future."

Azathoth patted Wacker's slimy shoulder one last time and walked into the crowd.

Wak stared at him with his fish eyes, Azathoth's words of encouragement kept echoing in his mind.

This was a turning point in Wacker's life.

Holding the dozens of dollars in his hand, he slowly walked to the nearest movie theater under the puzzled eyes of everyone...

…

Jeff was holding a cheap-looking knife in his hand, sitting on the sofa and watching as he kept throwing the knife around, as if he was juggling.

"Ah~"

Jeff yawned boredly, stood up from the sofa, ignored the blood stains on the ground, walked around the fallen body of the original owner of the house, and walked straight to the kitchen.

Jeff entered the kitchen and glanced at the two-meter-high refrigerator. After comparing his height with the height of the milk on the top of the refrigerator, Jeff felt the malice coming from this world.

Just when Jeff was about to lift the stool, a pale hand appeared in front of Jeff holding a bottle of milk.

The owner of these hands is nearly three meters tall, wearing a black suit, with no expression or facial features on his face.

Jeff looked at the Slanderer, who we often call "Uncle Skinny", snatched away the milk, opened the bottle cap and drank it without saying a word.

At this time, Jeff suddenly heard a strange mechanical sound:

"Hey! The different-dimensional chat group is loading..."

"puff!"

The milk in Jeff's mouth that had not yet been swallowed suddenly sprayed onto the thin uncle's black suit.

A big bloody mouth appeared on the face of the thin uncle without any facial features, and the eye sockets became a little distorted. He said to Jeff in a hoarse voice: "Jeff, you..."

Jeff ignored the thin uncle, but took out the knife and looked around with a solemn face.

Uncle Thin couldn't help but wonder when he saw Jeff like this: "Jeff?"

After Jeff saw that there was no one around, he asked the thin uncle who looked confused: "Slander, did you hear anything?"

"Sound? No, what sound is there? There are just the two of us here..."

As soon as Uncle Thin finished speaking, Jeff heard another mechanical sound:

"Beep! Loading successful, please enter the host nickname!"

"!!!"

Jeff, who calls himself a "perverted murderer," was a little panicked now. He had never encountered anything like this before.

But after seeing the thin uncle beside him, Jeff felt a little relieved. After all, the fighting ability of this man who "shared weal and woe (homelessness)" with him was not weak.

After calming down for a while, Jeff looked at Uncle Thin's puzzled look and said, "Jeff the Killer, this is my name."

(Slander man:??? Haven’t we known each other for a long time?)

He wanted to see what this so-called "different-dimensional chat group" was about!

"Hey! The nickname has been determined."

"Beep! Group member "Jeff the Killer" has joined the chat group..."

…

"Kid, may I ask if I'm beautiful?"

A big sister wearing a mask asked a child in the park.

The cute and pitiful little boy looked at the beautiful big sister who suddenly appeared in front of him, his round face turned slightly red, and he shyly said in a low voice: "Big sister is really beautiful, you are the most beautiful big sister I have ever seen."

Got it!"

The cracked girl narrowed her eyes and said as if she was smiling: "Then do you think I still look good now?"

As she spoke, the slit girl took off the mask she had been wearing on her face, revealing her terrifying cheek that had been scratched by a scalpel.

The little boy's face suddenly became extremely pale, and he thought of what his parents said:

"Never get close to a big sister wearing a mask, she may be the legendary terrifying murderer - the Slit Girl!"

"Help...help..." The little boy was so frightened that his legs were weak. He had no strength to get up and run away. He could only watch the cracked woman slowly walking towards him with the sin-stained pair of scissors.

"What's wrong? Little brother, answer me quickly! Sister, am I beautiful or not?"

The slit girl looked at the naughty child who almost peeed out of fear, and walked towards the little boy holding the scissors in her hands that were stained brown with blood, like a hunter teasing her prey.

Just when the cracked girl showed a crazy smile and was about to take action, a voice interrupted her movements.

"Hey! The different-dimensional chat group is loading..."

"Eh?" The cracked girl stopped with a confused look on her face.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the child under her body broke free and ran out of the park crawling on the ground, shouting: "Slit girl! Mom, I'm so scared..."

The cracked girl didn't continue to care about the child. She looked around, but didn't find anyone else. She thought: Maybe she heard wrong!

"Beep! Loading successful, please enter the host nickname?"

The cracked girl was sure that she heard correctly. This strange mechanical sound came out of thin air in her mind!

"who?"

"Hey! Please enter the host's nickname!"

Seeing how strange this so-called "different-dimensional chat group" was, the Rift Girl thought it was a scary urban legend like hers, so she revealed her name.

"The little girl's name is Split-Kou Girl. May I ask your Excellency who she is..."

"Dip! The nickname has been determined"

"Hey! Group member "Slit Girl" joins the chat group."

Slit Girl: "..." No! Who asked you to decide the Bagaya Road without authorization!!!

…

At the Hero Association headquarters in City A, an S-class hero, a green-haired Lolita known as "The Trembling Tornado" was taking a nap in the exclusive independent dormitory given to her by the Hero Association.

However, the cell phone on the bedside kept making noise, which made Tatsumaki very upset.

Tatsumaki reluctantly answered the phone and shouted impatiently: "Who is it! Don't you know I'm taking a nap!"

The person on the other end of the phone was obviously frightened by Tatsumaki's tone, so the person on the other end of the phone apologized repeatedly: "S... Simimasai! Miss Tatsumaki, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. But a ghost appeared in City B.

Super weirdo, there are no heroes on duty around, so I can only trouble you!"

When Tatsumaki heard that the top leaders of the Hero Association actually asked her to deal with a ghost-level weirdo, she couldn't help but get angry and yelled: "What do you do for a living! A mere ghost-level weirdo actually wants me to deal with it!"

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"I'm sorry! Miss Tatsumaki, but the disaster level of the giant in City B has almost reached dragon level, and among the S-class heroes, you are the only one who can contact..."

"Snapped!"

Before the other end of the phone finished speaking, Tatsumaki used his super power to explode the phone and turned around to continue sleeping.

But not long after he slept, Tatsumaki was awakened by a strange mechanical sound again.

"Hey! The different-dimensional chat group is loading..."

Tatsumaki continued to sleep.

"Beep! Loading successful!"

The tornado is still being endured.

"Hey! Please enter the host's nickname!"

Tatsumaki couldn't stand it anymore, so he used his super power to vent his anger.

If the Heroes Association hadn't specially reinforced Tatsumaki's room, I'm afraid the entire room would have been reduced to rubble.

But this is still of no use to the chat group, so he still reminded:

"Hey! Please enter the host's nickname!"

Tatsumaki realized that the voice came from his own head, so he used his superpower to directly crush the consciousness of all living beings in the room except his own.

"Huh~ You're finished now!"

The association added lead to the mezzanine of Tatsumaki's room that is immune to mental influences to prevent Tatsumaki's superpowers from affecting other people.

So only in this room can someone influence the tornado with their spirit.

but……

"Hey! Please enter the host's nickname!"

This is still useless for chat groups.

"Ahhh!" Tatsumaki was going crazy. This "chat group" was so annoying!

Tatsumaki really couldn't stand the "mental blow" from the different-dimensional chat group, so he obediently set a nickname.

"Hey! Nickname confirmed!"

“Beep! Group member ‘Shrill Tornado’ joins the chat group.”

Tatsumaki was wearing a nightgown and sat down in a clean place. He said with a very angry expression: "Humph! If I see the leader of this group, I will definitely teach him a lesson!"

(Azathos: Ah! It feels like someone is scolding me? Is it an illusion! Someone dares to scold the Outer God? It must be Tomie.)

(Tomie:???Who did I provoke?)