Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

A palm-sized mirror suddenly appeared in front of the hidden old man.

A group of expanding black fog emerged in the mirror, which gradually expanded from the center of the mirror to the outside, from virtual to real, until the size completely exceeded the scope of the mirror, like a black hole, swallowing the hidden old man in one gulp.

The hidden old man: "......!"

There are three chances for each copy of the mirror of replay. In order to ensure that he has a good first experience, the hidden old man has not opened the videos and strategy documents shared by Luzhou Laojiao and Jinri Youyu before. From now on, everything that happens is unknown to him!

After a short dizzy moment, his vision became bright again. Strangely, the entire player UI he set has changed greatly.

The basic layout framework has not changed, but the profession, skills, level and character avatar have changed.

He is now Drake, Drake in his infancy.

The hidden old man: "......?" Grass (a kind of plant)? ! Is it necessary to start from such an early plot?

The hidden old man looked at his little hand sticking out of the swaddling clothes, with a helpless look on his face.

He was obviously in a cG where he couldn't move on his own. The swaddling clothes wrapped around him were very tight, and he couldn't struggle and move. The swaddling clothes themselves were placed in an oval bamboo basket with a small quarter-spherical roof above the basket, blocking the hidden old man's sight.

The picture was from the first-person perspective, and the hidden old man's vision was very limited. He had to sway in the basket and try to find out information.

He deconstructed and recreated the basket in his mind - an oval basket that just fits a baby plus a quarter-spherical roof, plus the feeling of swaying back and forth... Hey, isn't this the design of a hand-held baby carrier? Just a simple bamboo version?

So, this is the plot of Drake being adopted by the Church of Light?

Sure enough, not long after, the ceiling above his head was lifted, and the familiar face of the old bishop appeared in the sight of the hidden old man. He looked much younger than the version in the normal route of the Bell Tower Town dungeon, with a kind but formal smile on his face: "Hey, another orphan? Poor child.

What's the situation this time?"

Another old woman's voice answered: "Who knows, the hunter followed the wolf pack while hunting and found him in the wolf's den. There were flesh and bones all around, but he was lying under the mother wolf, drinking milk with a group of wolf cubs!

The hunters guessed that this child The family of the son was attacked by wild wolves and became the wolf pack's dinner. Only this child, who was treated as a wolf cub because he touched the mother wolf's compassion, survived..."

"Miracle, this is a miracle!" The old bishop looked at the hidden old man for a moment, sighed and took the hidden old man version of Drake out of the basket, holding his armpits with both hands, just like the baboon holding Simba at the beginning of "The Lion King", "Heterochromatic eyes! It's heterochromatic eyes! This child is destined to be with the gods!"

"It's really destined." The hidden old man complained in his heart, and burped at an inopportune time, his mouth full of the fishy smell of wolf milk.

——It's really worthy of being a VR game, even this kind of taste is so restored!

"Since this child has no name, I will give him one." The old bishop pondered for a moment and said, "Drake, let's call him Drake."

"So why is it Drake instead of Romulus?" The hidden old man was puzzled, but he could only give up. His vision went dark again, and it was obviously transitioning to the next plot cG animation.

Three seconds later, his vision lit up again, and he found that he was no longer a baby, but a child of about five years old.

He was wearing a white robe in the style of the Church of Light, sitting next to the flower bed in the atrium of the church, leisurely swinging his feet and basking in the sun.

——Still, a little comfortable...

The hidden old man blinked and found that he had regained his freedom and could move independently.

"Around five years old, what time is this?" He thought about it and turned around in the atrium, subconsciously stroking "his" golden hair that was slightly longer than his shoulders. It was soft and smooth, and felt like silk.

"It's well maintained." The hidden old man thought subconsciously.

Suddenly, he heard a conversation coming from not far away.

"... Send these children from the underground sewer to the carriage..."

The hidden old man followed the sound and found that the conversation came from the old bishop's study. The French window was opened a crack, and the sound came from here. The hidden old man used his assassin qualities, hiding behind the curtains of the French window and looking inside through the gap.

The old bishop was talking to several sturdy men dressed as servants: "Keep your mouth shut and make less noise, you all know the rules!"

"Yes!" The sturdy servants responded, and one of them hesitated for a moment and asked: "My Lord Bishop, what about Drake? He best meets the requirements of the church."

"Don't touch him!" The old bishop shouted sternly, "He can't be compared with those inferior products!"

As if he remembered something, the old bishop's stern face was like spring flowers, rippling with a kind of fanatical joy that only belongs to fanatics: "Drake is a child given to us by God. He is so similar to God, a treasure picked out of ten thousand!

He is destined to become the skin of God walking in the world, the best carrier! Such an opportunity to raise a god with my own hands, I will never let the Holy City and the Touring Church take it away from me!"

His words gradually became fanatical, revealing a sense of jealousy and resentment: "Do you think the superior church and the circuit church know how to raise gods? Countless children die in their hands every year! Apart from anything else, I am afraid that more than half of these children will be tortured to death!

I will not let Drake become a waste product! I will replace the superior church, the circuit church and the holy city and become his father, his good friend, and his mentor!

I want to let those people in the holy city know that they abandoned me just because I have no wealth and power and disdain to rely on backers and curry favor with the powerful. What a mistake it is to leave me to fend for myself in this gradually deserted town in this eastern continent far away from the power center!

This child is an opportunity given to me by God, a grace from God that belongs to me alone! "

After venting his anger, the old bishop looked lovingly at the sturdy servants with fear on their faces: "Don't be afraid, as long as this matter is not exposed, when God descends in the future, all of us will become God's left and right arms! This is a great honor! It is our chance to reach the top in one step!

You just need to keep your mouth shut, and I will handle the rest. "