Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

The old madman died on a stormy night. No one knew why he left the shelter where the tribesmen gathered in the storm, nor did anyone know how he fell into the flooded lake. No one even noticed his disappearance...

Only Mo Yu and Iyalian saw that Yi Tong secretly added a few drops of the potion prepared by Chaos, which was specially developed by priests to enhance inspiration and can only be taken in a special listening ceremony, to the thick soup that the old madman was given that night.

Three days later, people found the swollen body of the old madman in the wind and rain. It floated in the lake, sinking and sinking.

Some gods are accompanied by flowers and fragrance when they step on each step of the gods, while some gods constantly start wars and intimidate believers to gain faith, and some gods - especially Yi Tong - spread lies and bring blood and death wherever they go.

In the howling wind, people salvaged the body of the old madman. Just as everyone was mourning the death of Dolet, Yi Tong slowly breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was glad that a big stone pressing on his heart had finally been solved.

Although no one would believe the madman's words, and almost no one listened attentively, this thorn stuck in Yi Tong's throat, and it would sooner or later become a hidden danger if it was not removed.

Yi Tong was narrow-minded and deep-minded. Dolet had no use to him, so he had no choice but to be eliminated.

People were mourning for the lonely old madman with deep affection, crying for him, and praying for him. Only Chaos, a part-time witch doctor, squatted down and touched the wet body. Then, he seemed to notice something and glanced at Yi Tong with a little doubt.

Yi Tong happened to look up at this time, and the two people's sights intertwined like this. Almost immediately, Yi Tong's smile solidified on his face.

He realized that there was a big problem with his expression management, but it was too late. Chaos had already witnessed his inappropriate smile.

For the first time, Yi Tong didn't know what expression he should put on. He quickly restrained his smile, lowered his eyebrows and began to mourn.

However, his twitching eyes and trembling hands and feet revealed his inner anxiety and panic. Mo Yu believed that Yi Tong had now regarded Chaos as a new obstacle.

"Every time you tell a lie or do something bad, you have to use more effort to make up for it and clean up the mess." Mo Yu sighed: "Chaos treats Yi Tong very well, almost treating him as his own son, and teaching and training him with all his heart... Will Yi Tong list Chaos as the next target because of this small flaw?"

Iyalian sighed faintly, so Mo Yu guessed the answer.

He continued to read on.

However, before Chaos found an opportunity to confront Yi Tong, Yi Tong found an opportunity first and performed a drama for the people of the tribe.

The voice of the world consciousness once again sounded in the netherworld, passing the message to all the gifted people who could hear her words: the disaster is about to end, the sky is about to clear, and the flood is about to recede.

Yi Tong played a time difference and told the people of the tribe that the disaster would continue and even intensify. Now there is only one way, that is, he, the darling chosen by the world consciousness, will preside over a prayer mass. People need to pray for their own future, for the "Pura" who presided over the ceremony, and for the tribe's tomorrow at this mass...

Only when all the faith is gathered in Yi Tong can he contribute these powers to the world consciousness as a price for a sunny day.

People naturally agreed, and a grand mass began.

Under the command of Yi Tong, people sat cross-legged, bowed their heads and prayed devoutly, and then sang the new ballads composed by Yi Tong. The pure and huge power of faith poured into Yi Tong's body, healing the burns that had caused him pain for many years-that was the proof of his mother's hatred for him, and the source of his physical pain all the time.

People don't know Zerak, they only know Pula, and "Pula" doesn't have any scars from being thrown into the fire by his biological mother. So people's beliefs deviated from reality, and the willpower was mobilized by the beliefs. When the power poured into the body of the alien, these beliefs with deviations in cognition began to repair the body of the alien, making him more like the "Pula" in people's cognition.

The alien's calculations were very loud - faith has a powerful force, and can even be used to round and flatten the gods based on the cognition of believers - so the alien tried to construct and guide the cognition of believers to create a self that fits his imagination. However, there was a deviation somewhere. When he felt the numbness and itchiness of the flesh growing again on the old scars completely disappeared, the alien took off the bandage on his body.

People exclaimed.

The alien was quite uneasy. He reached out and touched his neck and face, and found that the skin under his fingers was smooth.

- Is there something wrong?

At this moment, the moment of the end of the disaster mentioned by the world consciousness arrived. The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and a ray of light shone down from the gap in the clouds and shone on the body of the alien eye.

——Of course, the light was not so accurate at the beginning, but the alien eye slightly adjusted the direction a few times in the dance steps of prayer, and then the stage effect was perfectly presented.

People took a breath and some people began to point out the problem: "Pula, your injured eye! It turned green!"

"I can see." The alien eye quickly seized this opportunity, "This is a miracle brought down by the world consciousness! She cured my eyes! Even if the color is different, I am grateful for the gift of the world consciousness!"

"Thank you for the gift of world consciousness!" people repeated in unison.

"By the way, Pula, your eyes are like two suns in the sky! One is yellow, and the other is green!" someone said excitedly.

Any two unrelated things in the world can always be linked together because of various coincidences, because people always like to use analogies and associations to understand things, and Yi Tong is counting on this.

He immediately climbed down along the pole handed to him: "This may be the guidance of world consciousness! I will try to be like two suns, bringing light and warmth to everyone!"

People cheered, but Chaos, contrary to his usual behavior, did not join in the celebration and carnival. He crossed his arms and stood aside coldly, looking carefully at this disciple he no longer knew with a scrutinizing look.

Yi Tong obviously also noticed the abnormality of Chaos' attitude.

"Master, I have something to say to you." Yi Tong took the lead and pulled Chaos, who wanted to talk, back to their hut.

"Who are you?" Chaos asked bluntly, "As far as I know, both of Pura's eyes are golden. There is only one child in the Tuna tribe who has heterochromatic pupils."