Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

"You can hear it, right?" Pura asked anxiously, clutching Zerak's collar like a life-saving straw.

"Yes. Why? You can't hear it? The next priest can't even recognize the will of the planet?" Zerak laughed contemptuously, watching Pura's face turn pale and blue.

"Yes! I can't hear it clearly! Every time the world consciousness opens its mouth, I seem to hear the earth roaring and opening its huge mouth, as if to crush me into pieces!" Pura said desperately, "The pressure is too terrifying. I am so scared that I can't concentrate my mind, let alone tell what she wants to say to me!

All the words sounded at the same time, mixed into unrecognizable sounds, hoarse and chaotic, as if to destroy my brain and eardrums!"

"So, you come to me again and again, let me listen to the voice of the planet from the ground for you, let me face the terrifying beast for you, and then pretend that this is your own ability, Your own merits, high above you, will be your future priest!"

"Didn't we agree?" Pula begged, "You become my ears, and I become your mask! This tribe cannot accommodate two priests, otherwise my aunt would not have gone to South Continent!

She is so close to her mother and still needs to give in, and you don't have my protection, people will not recognize you as the chosen one!"

"Heh!" Zelak sneered, "You call her aunt, then why do you call my mother?"

Pula's expression was blank for a moment, as if he had never thought about this problem, and never realized that his mother had another sister.

Zelak was not surprised by this. He had long discovered that the adults in this tribe avoided talking about his parents' affairs, as if this would pretend that the scandal had never happened, and the younger generation of children, although they didn't like him and avoided him, didn't even know why they avoided him. They just followed the crowd and never stopped to think about the reason.

"It's not important." Pra shook his head, not wanting to dwell on this issue any more. "You need my blessing to live a comfortable and affluent life in the tribe, and I need you to be my ears and listen to the voice from the world consciousness.

This won't do you any harm! With your ability, you can easily communicate with the world consciousness, right? This is also your tribe! The tribesmen are all your tribesmen!

If you get a prophecy from the world consciousness, you should tell the tribe to seek benefits and avoid harm!

Do you agree or not?"

"Agree, why not?" A strange smile appeared on Zerak's face, "As you said, those are all my tribesmen!"

Pra shuddered, he subconsciously took a step back, and felt like he was showing weakness, so he mustered up the courage to move forward again.

"What exactly does the world consciousness want to say?" he asked.

"【Stay at ease and protect your homeland】." Zerak said lightly, "It's that simple."

Pra looked at him suspiciously, but what else could he do except believe Zerak's words? He himself could not understand the words of the world consciousness, and wanted to keep his position as a future priest. As simple as he was, he could not figure out why Zerak wanted to harm his people.

He secretly counted the number of words and intonations, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the words spoken by the world consciousness were very similar to this, so he accepted this answer and left the cave.

Mo Yu looked at Zerak covering his mouth and bursting into a silent laughter. He laughed so hard that he bent over, laughed so hard that tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and laughed so hard that he had to bite his fingers to stop the sound... and waves of coldness made Mo Yu's back cold and his hands and feet cold.

The lord, whose soul was tough enough, heard the complete world consciousness in this memory like an old radio, repeating: "[Don't stay, leave home]."

The sounds that were played again and again overlapped and finally became difficult to recognize.

The rain was getting heavier.

The people in the tribe received the news from the chief the next morning. With the instructions from the world consciousness, they settled down to reinforce the cave and remove the excess rainwater, not realizing that a disaster was about to come.

This was not only a natural disaster, but also a man-made disaster.

No one could have imagined that the future priest and the next chief they trusted was a guy who couldn't even hear the words of the world consciousness and was still trying to whitewash the peace...

No one could have imagined that someone would have such great malice towards the tribe and falsely convey the instructions of the world consciousness at the critical moment of life and death...

They stayed there for another three days in peace. Although some people were worried about the heavier rain, they suppressed their anxiety under the trust in the world consciousness and the priest.

Except for a figure that no one cared about, no one left the tribe.

Three days later, the chief woke up in fear. Her feathered serpent finally found her sister in Nanzhou and sent back the real instructions of the world consciousness through the contract.

The two most important words that her sister heard but couldn't interpret expressed completely opposite meanings.

She didn't even bother to ask her son again, because just as she rushed out of the cave, the ground roared.

Under the excessive rain, the mountains they had relied on for a long time could no longer support them, and a large amount of soil mixed with water and trees washed down.

The mudslide flattened the entire valley in an instant.

The people of the entire tribe lost their lives in an instant: some of them were buried underground in their sleep as the cave collapsed; some successfully escaped from the cave but were swept away by the mudslide, and no one knew where they were washed away...

Only one person who knew what would happen from the beginning to the end, but still chose to lie and kill the whole tribe, survived.

He fled to a safe area early, and a few days later, when the heavy rain stopped and other tribes came to search and rescue, he came out and pretended to have escaped death.

He was ragged and covered with thick mud. One of his eyes was covered with wet hair and he could only close his eyes tightly.

"What's your name?" The tribesmen who came to rescue him wrapped him in dry animal skins, dripping with mud all over his body, and asked kindly.

"Pula." Zerak replied, "My name is Pula."

"Oh! You are the son of Chief Tuna, the next priest! I have heard of your name."

The visitor hesitated: "I heard that you are very powerful, but the world consciousness has issued a warning a few days ago. How did you encounter such a thing?"

Zerak's lips moved, and he said painfully: "My mother, she was too busy and misread the warning of the world consciousness. I tried to persuade her, but she didn't listen. She always said that I was too young and couldn't hear the voice of the world consciousness clearly..."

He covered his face and cried.

"Oh! Oh!" The visitor said with great sympathy: "Then you come back to the tribe with us first, we will need a good priest."