129: Chapter 129 The Strange Trio

"World's End Dragon"? Why does that name sound so familiar... Wait!

Isn't this that netizen I met in the Blue Star TRPG group?!

That guy who played voice TRPGs with me for several years, whose real name I didn't even know!

Back then, he even claimed to be an administrator of the "Professional Bullshitting KP Cthulhu TRPG Group"!

Xie Feng wondered if he had a fellow countryman here too.

In the group, he used to be called "I Will Push Yog-Sothoth for a Lifetime", and the two of them rolled dice together in voice chat for several years, never having met in real life.

Now this "World's End Dragon" was standing right in front of him.

"Did you also play TRPGs until you died?"

Xie Feng tilted his head and looked at Lu Mingyuan.

Then the Feng Shui of our group isn't very good.

Tu Ziguan was also stunned.

"What do you mean, is he a hometown fellow too?"

Lu Mingyuan slowly shook his head, indicating that he was not a hometown fellow of the two, but belonged to another race.

"What do you mean?"

Tu Ziguan was even more puzzled. If you aren't a hometown fellow, how do you know Xie Feng's screen name from his past life?

Doxxing?

This was too terrifying.

Then Lu Mingyuan took out a communication prop and shoved it into their hands. It was made of bronze, its surface carved with intricate patterns, and a red gemstone was embedded at the top.

Xie Feng recognized it at a glance. Isn't this a communicator?!

Brain Matter also shouted in Xie Feng's mind:

"Great Race of Yith!!"

To put it simply, some races in the cthulhu mythos had extremely high technological tree levels.

For example, the Insects from Shaggai and the Elder Things; they could even touch the threshold of some Great Old Ones.

What's more, the Mi-Go relied on the seed fragments of Azathoth to cultivate an underdeveloped Great Old One themselves.

Yet all these powerful alien races paled in comparison to the Great Race of Yith.

Great Race of Yith — — The Great Race of Yith, they were the race with the most advanced technological tree in the Universe, bar none.

This was why the Yithians could be called the "Great Race".

The Great Race of Yith came from a world that had already been destroyed, known as Yith.

They possessed the ability to "hack accounts," meaning they could exchange consciousness with entities from different space-times.

You can just understand it as a selectable soul-transmigration.

They would use this ability to transfer their consciousness to the body of a certain race in a certain space-time, or even transfer the consciousness of the entire race. When the host race to which the Yithians transferred their consciousness was about to perish, they would switch to a new host to escape the fate of destruction.

The Great Race of Yith came to Blue Star hundreds of millions of years ago, choosing a creature that was preyed upon by the Flying Polyps at the time. After the Yithians completed their proxy login, they sealed away their natural predator, the "Flying Polyps," which fed on them.

The city they built on Earth was called Pnakotus.

The "Great Race of Yith" built their grand library in this city, and the grand library housed the original manuscripts of the pnakotic manuscripts.

In the cthulhu mythos, the "Great Race that conquered time," the Yithians, were the only race explicitly determined to have lived to the end of the Universe.

Furthermore, Yithians treated others very kindly. If you exchanged minds with a Yithian, you would be swapped to Pnakotus, enjoying the cozy experience of reading the Yithians' cosmic knowledge inside.

When swapping back, the Yithians would also wipe your memory, with only one tiny side effect — — a certain probability of turning into a psychiatric patient.

After explaining it to Tu Wu, Tu Ziguan's head was about to burst from a headache.

But what Xie Feng cared about was somewhere else.

"There are cthulhu mythos creatures in my world too?!"

Lu Mingyuan slowly shook his head.

"Xie Feng, your world originally didn't have Cthulhu, but I don't know which 'world' you are referring to."

(Hehe, foreshadowing.)

Xie Feng's head was also aching.

Lu Mingyuan shoved the bronze communicator back into his arms, spread his hands, and made a "what can I do" gesture.

"To be precise, the body you see right now belongs to Lu Mingyuan. The real Lu Mingyuan, that Disciple of the Xiangfu Palace, his consciousness is probably flipping through books in the library right now. When I came over, he happened to be peeking at you in Ziping Cave using the Barrier-Breaking Eye, only to be backlashed by the yellow sign until his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering was almost complete."

I took his place because his mind had already been shattered by the yellow sign. If I didn't take over, this body would just be a walking corpse.

He paused, his tone flattening.

"I didn't kill him. He will live very well in the library. The flow of time over there is different from here; he might think he just had a very long dream. When I finish using this body, he will wake up and remember nothing."

"I've already chatted with my fellow clansmen from another space-time. Everything is normal on Third Princess Zhou Tanghua's side right now. They are regrouping in place and searching for your traces along the way. We need to hurry back as soon as possible."

"Isn't your netizen's racial span a bit too large?"

Tu Ziguan rubbed his temples, trying to understand everything happening before him.

"So why did you come to Jiuzhou?"

Xie Feng slowly retracted his chaotic Qi.

"To help you accomplish a task."

"You Yithians still worship Yog-Sothoth?"

"No, it's to save ourselves."

"Big Brother, do you understand what the Great Race means?"

"I am a Yithian, are you asking me?"

"That's even more wrong! I'm saving you guys? Do you and Yog-Sothoth have to put such a heavy burden on my shoulders?!"

Xie Feng was speechless.

"I have sloped shoulders; I can't carry it, thank you."

The expression on the face of the Lu Mingyuan before them became even weirder.

"This time you will succeed."

"What do you mean by 'this time'?"

Lu Mingyuan stopped talking, and Xie Feng wished he could beat him to death.

"I can't do anything about the riddle-maker Yog-Sothoth, but if you're going to play mute too, I'll send you to meet Yog-Sothoth."

Lu Mingyuan looked at Xie Feng's somewhat collapsed expression and finally explained.

"I can't say it out now, but if our thoughts are the same as Yog-Sothoth's, then we are all doing this to prevent the descent of destruction."

Xie Feng started wildly tearing at his hair, feeling handfuls of his hair falling out. If this continued, he was going to go bald at a young age.

He and Tu Ziguan squatted on the ground, mumbling and muttering about who knows what, while Lu Mingyuan waited to the side.

In the end, the two stood up with expressions even more painful than having eaten shit, accepting this reality.

After a while... on the post station roads between various states, the sound of bickering came over.

"Move over there!"

"Shut up, blind man! I am the driver! If not, come and drive it yourself!"

"Hiss! Lu Mingyuan, aren't you a Yithian?! Where are your grand technological creations?!"

"I didn't bring that many. Bringing them is very likely to cause new accidents."

"Useless Great Race of Yith!"

"Useless Great Race of Yith!"

In the end, the three of them: a lunatic, a military industrialist, and a Yithian, stood together on that somewhat narrow spiritual power skateboard, speeding towards the imperial capital.