Eldritch Horror Theatre

"Come. Let this seat witness the power of this covenant's copyright owner."

"As a one-hundred-and-twenty-percent higher entity, would you really become someone else's vassal just by accidentally striking a pose?"

Fu Qian had never been particularly worried about that question.

If it really were that easy, the structure of the Bookstore World he had observed would likely be far messier than it currently was.

Not to mention, from the perspective of the crystallized doomsday back then, the portion representing the higher entity had still appeared relatively pure.

Since Fu Qian had come here specifically for the Dragon King, his real concern was that striking the pose would have no effect at all.

After all, regardless of his expression, Brother Apostle was already being remarkably cooperative.

If this ripple failed to connect, he probably wouldn't be able to offer much more help—wait, it seemed it had.

The exact same movement, the exact same vivid expression.

It was no empty praise—stark proof of it lay right before him.

The once-chaotic Soul Butterflies abruptly settled into a state of peaceful years.

To be specific, they were no longer buffeted about. With elegant grace, they once again formed the faint silhouette of giant dragon wings.

And the core reason for this change was that the storm, which had raged unceasingly for a thousand years, had suddenly stopped.

...

Wasn't this a little too majestic?

Relying on the Insight of an academic, Fu Qian easily perceived the changes in the objective conditions.

He obviously wasn't inclined to write this off as a coincidence—that the tidal storm just happened to cease at this exact moment.

So the majesty of the Dragon King—even while clinging to its last breath—was still arbitrating across eternity alone to such an extent that it could sever a power capable of devastating numerous higher entities?

Honestly, it was a little hard to believe. If the Dragon King truly possessed such capability, there was no way it would have ended up in its current miserable state—

So what exact ability did the Dragon King possess to achieve something like this?

"Does this prove I'm more of a dragon than you?"

This shot in the dark had actually yielded gratifying results.

Fu Qian's reaction was to rapidly analyze his gains while continuing to push his luck.

Even though Brother Apostle was still keeping eyes on nose, nose on heart, having not said a single word, Fu Qian took the initiative to speak.

"After all, objectively speaking, this change only occurred after I joined in."

His expression was incredibly obnoxious as he laid out his well-reasoned argument.

You...

As the saying goes, even the most devout faith has its moments of fading. Brother Apostle proved he had indeed been paying attention to the situation over here, and he finally couldn't resist the urge to resort to violence in this sacred moment.

He maintained the same posture, but as he turned to glare at Fu Qian, the hatred on his face—even though he now resembled a reptile more than anything else—was unmistakable. He looked as though he might pounce at any second—

"What date is it today?"

However, what actually happened next was even more shocking than a physical attack.

With a pair of almost-glowing golden eyes, Brother Apostle glared fiercely at Fu Qian for a single breath. Then, his hostility suddenly vanished, and he asked this bizarre question.

...

Oh?

Even someone as experienced as Professor Fu couldn't help but marvel at the bizarre turns of the world.

What was the meaning behind this question? Did he forget to check the almanac before leaving home?

The transition in his expression was so genuine and compelling that it was hard to suspect any trickery.

"No, it's impossible... the time hasn't come yet!"

Before Fu Qian could even respond, Brother Apostle grew even more agitated and bellowed another sentence.

The implication was obvious: a certain date held special significance, but he was absolutely certain that day hadn't arrived yet.

"So when will it arrive?"

Realizing this, Fu Qian naturally wasn't about to let such an important piece of information slip by. He immediately pressed for an answer—oh?

However, something else responded to him first, and it seemed to have completely misunderstood his meaning.

The Soul Butterflies, which had just rapidly restored their order, now seemed to have over-corrected.

Specifically, even the ones mired in blood and filth suddenly began struggling free one after another, as if guided by divine assistance.

Their scarlet-stained wings did nothing to hinder their movements. They swiftly rejoined the swarm, their fluttering flight sketching out an increasingly clear silhouette—Roar!

For a moment, Fu Qian thought he heard a familiar, furious roar.

The thousand-year term had ended. The Dragon King had returned.

...

That was right. This was exactly what he had seen at the Dragon Summit.

While the roar wasn't exactly earth-shattering, Fu Qian was quite certain it was similar to the one he had heard in the Abandoned Prison.

What was even more miraculous were the Soul Butterflies.

Converging in the air to form the silhouette of a ferocious behemoth was one thing, but a moment later, they underwent another transformation, their movements coming to a synchronized halt.

Although they were no longer fluttering, they didn't fall from the sky either. Instead, they froze in place, as though they had reattached themselves to a colossal physical body.

Considering the earlier changes, was this entire process the reversal of a past event?

The body of a Deity, adorned merely by the scales on its skin, had rapidly withered under some terrifying devastation until its resplendent garbs scattered everywhere.

And today, it had reversed space and time to return, displaying the majesty of a Deity once more.

"Dragon King..."

As for Fu Qian, it seemed his wish had finally been granted.

Feeling the overwhelming wave of malice, he slowly murmured a title.

Brother Apostle had zero reaction to this.

From the moment the roar sounded, the man had frozen like a statue, completely forgetting about trivial details like dates.

"Sorry..."

Unfortunately for him, Expert Fu was well accustomed to this sort of thing; he had experienced a two-man act turning into a solo routine more than once.

Unbothered by the loss of his comedic partner, he let out a soft sigh, actually expressing disappointment at the newly resurfaced higher entity.

"I still feel like you're not that much of a dragon."

...

A monstrous crime!

One had to know that the Dragon King of the Mythological Era was extremely sensitive about its true origins.

Yet this intruder who had disturbed its slumber—the suspected enemy who dealt the killing blow back then, and perhaps even the enemy who dealt the killing blow again in some specific alternate history—had immediately brought up the sensitive topic of its race without a second thought.

Roar—

It was beyond mere provocation. The sheer bloodlust and frenzy in that second roar made it easy to picture giant claws descending from the heavens—yet, they still didn't fall.

Fu Qian hadn't moved an inch the entire time. He quietly immersed himself in the emotions conveyed by the roar, and eventually nodded.

"That's right, it's me. No need to doubt it, and no need to cling to any false hope."

Pointing a finger at the entity, he quickly delivered a solemn declaration.

"Whatever you took from me, bring it back. Whatever you ate from me, spit it out."

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