Reincarnated In a Cthulhu World And Everyone Is Obsessed With Me - Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Forging – Avoiding riddles is the basic etiquette of communication.

“Yeah, only you are different from us,” someone chimed in. “Maybe you’re a Fallen within the Domain? Trying to lure us down the cliff to wipe us all out at once.”

“And an eyeball? A Yin-Yang diagram?” A third Sentinel pointed a pitch-black finger toward the pulsating sphere in the sky. “Don’t you think that’s total bullshit?”

Xia Mingyu held back Tang Yaopeng, who was ready to argue. He gave a slight shake of his head, letting them vent their suspicion and fury. Once they quieted down, he spoke, his voice steady and devoid of emotion.

“Are you finished? If so, I’ll continue.”

He looked down at the swirling tide below. “My plan is to kill the two giant dragons—simultaneously. When a dragon dies, the monsters of its color vanish. Logically, if both die at once, they won’t have the chance to respawn from one another.”

The third Sentinel sneered. “Kill the dragons simultaneously? You think talking makes it real?”

“Without practice, nothing is real,” Xia Mingyu replied flatly.

“Our weapons aren’t heavy enough for that,” Matt interjected, his voice heavy with despair. “And we don’t have the mental strength to forge our weapons into something that could pierce them.”

“Forge weapons?” Xia Mingyu repeated.

The Sentinel pointed to Nuowei’s staff. “Weapons like that require mental intervention.”

Nuowei spoke up hesitantly. “Mr. Xia, I’m willing to risk it, but killing two at once… my limit is freezing something the size of a grown man. The dragons are far beyond that.”

Xia Mingyu thought for a moment. “There are two ways to reach them. One, climb down. Two, seize the moment they fly toward the sky during an inversion.”

Clearly, only Xia Mingyu—the only one not paralyzed by the inversion’s disorientation—could pull off the latter. He turned to Nuowei. “Can you freeze my blades?”

He held out his twin swords. Under Nuowei’s power, the blades grew longer and sharper, coated in a layer of crystalline frost. “It’s just ice, Mr. Xia,” she warned. “Without mental reinforcement, they’ll shatter against dragon scales like glass under a hammer.”

“Thank you. Survive the white forest. I’ll see you in the next one.” He turned to Tang Yaopeng. “Xiao Tang, next time, get to the point first. Don’t be a riddle-maker.”

…

For Tang Yaopeng, it felt like a blink.

One moment, his Senior was beside him. The next, Xia Mingyu was at the cliff’s edge—or what used to be the cliff. It had extended so high the celestial eyeball seemed within reach.

Xia Mingyu’s long hair whipped in the wind. The twin blades, extended into crescents, were driven through his own body. He didn’t fall; the blades were staked into the ground, supporting his lifeless corpse. Black blood flowed like a stream down the cliff, forming eerie patterns.

The sound of glass beads falling became an infrasonic wave that rattled Tang Yaopeng’s heart.

“Senior…!” Tang Yaopeng trembled. Silence pressed against his ears. He realized with a jolt of horror—he was alone. His companions were long dead. Imagination, obsession, and delirium were the only things keeping them “alive” in his mind.

The eyeball in the sky opened. Its black-and-white pupil stared down at him with cold, terrifying pity.

…

In reality, Xia Mingyu timed his leap perfectly, landing on the back of the black dragon as it ascended.

It was like landing on a mass of dark fog. Up close, the monster was a shifting, hungry mess of canine and fish features. Its back was smooth as a mirror. Xia Mingyu felt a surge of doubt—Does it even have a physical body?

He steadied his breath. Forge the weapon with mental power. He visualized his mental energy pouring from his mind, spiraling down the frost-covered blades, welding the metal and ice together. The density of the swords spiked; their color deepened into a rich, lethal hue.

He drove the blades into the monster’s spine.

But he hit nothing. The area he pierced dissolved like mist. Xia Mingyu fell, his descent slowed by the refracting “medium” of the air. When he opened his eyes, he was at the base of the cliff.

Empty. No monsters. No colors. Just him and the sound of his blades scraping against the jagged floor.

He looked up at the sphere. “Are you watching me?”

A sound like crashing waves and slime echoed. Instead of words, a rain of rotting, black-and-white human corpses began to fall from the sky. Xia Mingyu felt a wave of revulsion. Where did these bodies come from? Is the Domain expanding and consuming more people?

He climbed back to the top, where he found two white silhouettes. “Captain Matt? Karl?”

“Xia Mingyu!” Matt shouted, relieved. “Where are the others?”

Xia Mingyu stayed back.

“Sorry, I know it’s weird,” Matt said, rubbing his hair. “Karl and I turned white after leaving the forest. We couldn’t find any clues.”

Xia Mingyu watched him. If he remembered correctly, Matt was right-handed. He shot with his right, pointed with his right. But just now, the “White Matt” had instinctively used his left hand to rub his head.

On the other side of the cliff, the infinite black line still bisected the void.

What lies on the other side?