You are just an evil... Great Old One, after all. I am walking on the path of immortality, and I have my neighbor with me. I am merely showing respect to a higher dimensional existence; do not think that I am truly afraid of you.
Lynch was firm in his will, neither humble nor pushy, composed and unyielding.
Of course, that was only after he had seen off the Swelling Daughter.
Well, he had actually been quite nervous before she left. After all, this thing was fickle and could not be measured by conventional logic.
It was not a matter of being afraid or not, but rather that any normal person would feel tense when interacting with a lunatic, even if that person was a psychiatrist.
Lynch thought this way because the other party had used her actual behavior to define what a lunatic truly was for him.
The moment he realized there was a problem, Lynch had been in complete despair, having already given up on his original plan to impersonate others. Yet, he suddenly realized that this evil god was actually quite pleased.
Impersonating someone else's follower, borrowing someone else's aura to act with borrowed authority, and most importantly, actively contacting them to show it off—as if afraid that the other party would not know what a stupid thing he was doing—such behavior, which was tantamount to a face-to-face provocation, was something the Swelling Daughter was actually quite satisfied with.
Lynch had indeed noticed before that this evil god liked to watch the excitement and find amusement, but he had never expected it to be exaggerated to such an extent.
She had immediately praised his new way of using the round fan upon arrival, personally taught him how to pose more convincingly as her follower, the Swelling Daughter, and even promised not to reveal Lynch's true identity to the others.
Are you out of your mind?
Moreover, not only that, the Swelling Daughter had excitedly stuffed a piece of forbidden knowledge into Lynch's consciousness as a reward, which was an ability under the death authority.
No, Lady Evil God, is stuffing such forbidden knowledge into a mortal really a reward? Will it not truly drive a mortal insane? No wonder evil gods are extremely dangerous existences to normal organisms; the result of them being happy or unhappy is likely just killing someone on a whim.
Fortunately, other than giving Lynch a headache from the impact, there were no serious consequences to obtaining this ability, though the effect was naturally quite ordinary.
【Authority, Death, Ability, Death Omen.】
It allows one to sense the deaths of sentient beings within a five-meter radius over the past twenty-four hours. The closer the time, the clearer it is; the effect is similar to the chalk outline around a corpse at a crime scene.
It was a small, practical ability that could be considered a pleasant surprise. The problem was that this attitude made Lynch truly understand the bizarre nature of the evil gods, leaving him feeling deeply uneasy.
He was not worried that the Swelling Daughter would break her promise; according to his neighbor, these evil gods would not easily break a vow, and when necessary, they would only twist the terms of the promise. Therefore, he would not have his identity exposed this time because he forgot to hang up the phone. However, this inscrutable attitude made it impossible for Lynch to understand her, and he was very worried that she would suddenly do something incomprehensible.
Forget it, he would just have to handle things as they came. At least for now, there were no problems.
Lynch lit his pipe and gazed at Charles Square outside the window.
Metal and gears, steam and coal, bricks and cement made this city heavy and rigid, as cold as a machine. However, the greenery of early summer still stubbornly peeked through the cold cracks, embellishing the city with its remaining vitality.
It was already afternoon. Just now, Lynch and Officer Natalie had taken little Martha and were secretly sent back to 221 Villa Avenue by a special vehicle of the Watchers. Afterward, the three women had started whispering and playing on the first floor, while Lynch had stayed on the second floor alone to sort out his thoughts, just like the day he had moved in a month ago.
But his mood and state of mind were completely different now.
At that time, having just transmigrated and facing an unfamiliar world with only a month left to live, he had been struggling for survival at every moment.
Now, although only a month had passed, everything was on the right track, and Lynch had become a rank two soul manifestation, stumbling along the path of immortality.
Although it was still full of crises, his mood had gradually calmed.
'Habit is truly a terrifying thing. I feel like I am increasingly adapting to the identity of the detective, Lynch Levive. This is fine; I like this life, and I have gradually come to like this world. Thank you, Lady Luna.'
【Heh...】 A soft laugh was pregnant with meaning.
'You do not need to laugh like that. I know you have your own goals, Lady Luna, and they may have a great influence on me, so your attitude has always been very special. Heh, I should not be too stupid to see that, but truthfully, I do not care.'
【Hmm? Even if it does not match your true expectations, you do not care? What is the reason? Is it because I led you onto the path of awakening?】
'That is not it. I will not change my original intention because of such a favor; at worst, I will return what I owe you. I do not care because you truly handed all decision-making power to me and did not control me with your will. Perhaps there was guidance, perhaps there was a subtle influence, but that is all very normal. As long as every choice is made by myself, then when the journey reaches its end, what I see will be the scenery that belongs to me. As for whether it meets my expectations, it does not matter at that point. Of course, I do not care.'
【If this is your true thought, neighbor, then I will always stay by your side and accompany you to witness the scenery that belongs to you.】
'Until the end of the journey?'
【Heh, yes, until the end.】
Listening to the soft laughter in his mind, although it was still daytime, Lynch felt the gentle moonlight shining softly on his soul. This caused the corner of Lynch's mouth by the window to slowly curl up, revealing a hint of a gentle smile.
"Why are you smiling so eerily all by yourself? You look as sinister as a cultist, and a completely insane one at that."
Hearing the voice behind him, Lynch turned around and saw Officer Natalie walking up with a tray. On the tray were freshly baked muffins, which smelled like they had honey in them.
"Oh, I was just thinking that someone owes me seven conditions, and I am currently considering the first one... wuwuwu."
There was progress; at least he was not being stepped on or kicked. He was just having a muffin stuffed into his mouth to block his weird talk.
After the officer committed her act of violence, she merely gave Lynch a light kick before leaning against the sofa with practiced ease. She gasped weakly for a while before tilting her chin at Lynch: "Maggie took Martha to buy groceries, and I came up to check on you. Are you looking to see if there are any hounds tailing us from earlier?"
"Hmm."
"Are you worried that they will make a move here to grab the gem directly? They probably won't."
Lynch left the window and sat down opposite Officer Natalie, grabbing a sweet, sticky muffin and biting into it as he asked: "Why?"
"Because I am here. If they make a move in front of me, it would be a declaration of war against the Watchers. Although I cannot intervene directly, I can at least help with this. My condition has not recovered yet, and fighting side by side with you would not be very effective, but at least I am here, so you do not need to worry about the safety of your home for the time being."
Officer Natalie held the muffin, nibbling at it in small bites like a little squirrel, and said indistinctly:
"However, I still think the idea you mentioned earlier is too risky, Lynch. Although your rate of improvement is incredible, you have only been in the mystery world for a month, after all; the time is still too short. I am glad you are willing to contribute to safeguarding order, but taking such a big risk..."
"Is it more dangerous than what you usually do?" Lynch sighed. "My connection to this matter has become deeper and deeper; it is impossible to stay clear of it anymore. Even if I wanted to withdraw or go surrender to Prince William, those forces would not let me go. Besides, I am not taking a blind risk; I have a certain level of confidence now. I am thinking of adding an insurance measure, and perhaps it can truly be completed smoothly."
"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling."
A ringing sound came from the front door of the apartment, which surprised both Lynch and Officer Natalie.
"Mrs. Maggie didn't bring her keys? That shouldn't be. Your stamina hasn't recovered yet, I will go."
Lynch held down Officer Natalie, who was intending to get up, and ran straight to the door to pull it open.
An elegant, graceful young noble lady holding a folding fan was standing at the door, wearing a gentle smile for Lynch.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Lynch."
???
Lynch subconsciously looked behind him, then at the noble lady in front of him, and suddenly felt a spasm in his neck.
It was clearly just early summer, so why did the wind suddenly turn cold?
Rate on N.U.
