Campione: Strongest# 412: The Logic of an Eldritch God

“I give up, Master, I give up! Just tell me what you want! Whips, candles, a chastity belt—I’m good with anything!” she wailed.

The silver-haired girl, with teary eyes, hugged his right leg. Her emerald-green eyes were filled with a fawning look, like a small dog abandoned by its master.

Haru stared at her, dazed. The sheer volume of information in her sudden outburst made his brain briefly short-circuit.

If Nyarlathotep’s goal was to make him relax his guard before killing him, her chance of success right now was exceptionally high.

However, her intentions were clearly not murderous.

“Really, you have to believe me!” The girl’s cherry lips parted slightly, and a tear-jerking, sad voice gently echoed.

As if to enhance her persuasiveness, the dress that covered her skin silently disintegrated.

The delicate points of her small breasts gently rubbed against his leg. Like an insect climbing a tree, she shimmied up his right leg, bringing a soft and exceptionally strange sensation with her.

Then, silently, eighteen kinds of ‘weapons’ appeared beside them, all regulars in adult films. A ball gag, a leather whip, a cane, a hemp rope, a feather... there were even dozens of vibrators.

Haru looked down at the girl climbing his leg. At some point, she had put on a pair of lifelike cat ears, and a cat tail was wagging on her pert rear. A reddish-brown collar was now fastened around her neck. She was the very picture of a captive pet.

'I was just staking my life against this... idiot?'

Haru silently stared at the girl before him. Her drooling, lecherous expression was like a character from a debauched dating sim who had just been broken.

With this display, how could he possibly maintain the conviction to fight to the death?

Only a fool would fight to the death with this kind of person!

It was like a hot-blooded action anime had been invaded by an erotic comic. The clash of styles was just too bizarre.

A storm of frustration brewed in Haru's mind.

“Calmed down, Master?” The silver-haired girl rubbed against his right leg and, like a naughty cat, gently licked a certain indescribable place through his clothes before gently pulling down...

She was teasing him. He knew that.

But a silver-haired, beautiful girl was about to perform oral sex on him. Haru, who had plenty of experience in this area, knew the subsequent pleasure would be immense.

In a word: heavenly.

But to have it with a Cthulhu mythos entity...

“This is a domain more terrifying than Hell,” Haru’s voice trembled. He suddenly lifted his foot and, without a shred of remorse, kicked the girl away and immediately pulled up his pants.

Whoosh—!

The delicate body crashed into the broken eggshell behind her and, with tremendous kinetic energy, plunged into the star core’s magma.

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“So mean... To do such a thing to a beautiful girl who comes on to you the moment you meet.” The silver-haired girl, fully clothed again and biting a silk handkerchief, silently reappeared to his right, crouching on the ground and speaking with teary eyes.

“You know it’s our first meeting?” Haru’s eyelid twitched, a vein throbbing on his forehead. This unreliable evil god truly left him speechless.

“Oh, right. According to human common sense, I haven't done a self-introduction yet.” The young woman threw the handkerchief aside and lightly tapped her left palm with her right fist. The silver cowlick on her head curled into a light bulb shape, flashing with a golden light.

She playfully tilted her body, her right hand in a military salute and her left extended in a claw shape. “A pleasure to meet you. I am the one who always comes to you with a smile, the Crawling Chaos—Nyarlathotep. You can just call me Nyaruko!”

“Done with your act?” Haru raised an eyebrow and stood before her, his face a mask of indifference.

“Oh my, at this time, it should be your turn to introduce yourself...” Nyaruko pouted and complained softly. The next second, a smile returned to her face, as if she had just heard his introduction. “Yes, yes, I know your name. I can call you Haru, right? Hmm, I like the sound of that.”

“Where did the original Dirac Heart go?” Haru took a deep breath, calmed himself, and asked with a serious expression.

“Eh? Shouldn't you be roaring ‘What is your purpose?!’ or something like that?” Nyaruko crossed her arms and made a big X, a look of astonishment on her face.

Haru’s lip twitched. To ask the god of lies her purpose? It would be a miracle if she told the truth. Even if it was the truth, he was sure she could still twist it into a lie.

But looking at Nyaruko’s expression, it seemed he wouldn't get a straight answer unless he played along.

“Then... what is your purpose?” Haru raised an eyebrow and asked coldly.

Whoosh—!

A flowing silk robe of blue and white instantly replaced her gothic dress. The smooth, bright fabric made the silver-haired young woman look like a celestial fairy, sacred and beautiful.

However, the moment the fairy opened her mouth, the style became bizarre again.

“Young man, I see your bone structure is extraordinary. You possess a one-in-a-million celestial physique! Come, be my devoted servant.”

“...”

The scene was dead silent.

Haru had a thought and was about to leave the soul space.

“Don't go! Wait for me to finish talking!” Nyaruko, in her robes, shamelessly grabbed his right leg, refusing to let go.

“Speak!” Haru maintained a poker face. If he didn't, he felt he would burst out laughing. After all, a beautiful young woman was acting the fool in front of him. It was hard not to laugh.

'Her true form is a monster. Her true form is a monster. Her true form is a monster.'

Haru chanted in his mind three times and looked at the delicate beauty before him with a calm heart.

Damn it, he seemed to have forgotten he was a total sucker for silver hair.

“Outer God System at your service, my Master,” Nyaruko said, crouching on the ground and saluting with a serious expression.

Haru immediately intended to leave. Whether it was true or not, to become an Outer God of Cthulhu? He didn't want to become an indescribable tentacle monster.

“Don't you go!” Nyaruko continued to hold onto his right leg for dear life, her eyes like an open floodgate as a stream of tears poured directly onto his leg.

“Um... we’re a little short-staffed recently. Are you interested? We offer a full benefits package: medical, dental, and personal escort services. I recommend specifying me for that last one,” Nyaruko said to him with teary eyes, her cowlick bobbing up and down as if nodding in agreement.

Haru glanced at her and vanished from the soul space.

“Not interested.”