The moonlight drives away the darkness, and the monsters that cannot dodge emit painful wails, fleeing in embarrassment to the boundaries illuminated by the moonlight.
In the deepest depths of this darkness, the breath of the void sea smells the approaching moonlight, silently entwining the tottering souls.
Xu Yintang should have completely lost his vision by now.
His left eye was consumed by the dark monsters, and his right eye was dug out by himself, yet he hadn’t grown powerful enough to detach from his fleshly body’s perception of things. But after the initial darkness, his “vision” became clearer and broader than ever before.
Some chaotic and blasphemous things crawled into his consciousness along the moonlight, and the tentacles crawling on his body suddenly became active like injected with chicken blood, feeling an intense sense of existence.
Xu Yintang could distinctly feel how the tentacles swayed lightly and how they stretched and curled freely. At this moment, all senses followed the feedback from those tentacles—colors, shapes, temperatures, smells, sounds…
Replacing inefficient and imprecise sensory organs, the areas where tentacles spread became tangible even to the air, all information being absorbed by Xu Yintang’s consciousness before he realized he “saw,” “heard,” or “smelled” anything.
This was a perception method unlike any other creature’s, stripping the world of its shell before him, revealing its unknown essence.
For a moment, Xu Yintang seemed to know a lot, and then in another moment, it all dissipated from his consciousness.
The fragile body of a human could not withstand this.
The blue-red tentacles swayed disorderly, gradually allowing the flesh to grow vigorously. Apart from half of his face, which was devoured by darkness, still retaining its human form, other parts of Xu Yintang’s body turned into nests gathered by countless tentacles, wriggling and rubbing eagerly, extending greedily toward the crimson moonlight.
Xu Yintang’s consciousness became even more confused, sometimes curling up as the fragile human consciousness barely maintained, sometimes the polymer of tentacles rolling and folding, and sometimes the enormous and bizarre, blood-red moon rising slowly in the darkness.
Countless tentacles sprouted in the moonlight, glowing faintly on the tentacles.
As if affected by a distorted cognition, unable to distinguish where his own body was, it seemed that wherever the moonlight shone, wherever the tentacles grew, became a part of him.
When the monsters in the darkness bit, the tentacles of Xu Yintang sensed and dodged, making them bite empty air.
With just a movement of the tentacles, the body that barely maintained its form instantly lost its shape, leaving only the palace reluctantly holding Little Darling, a large chunk of flesh accompanied by the cub falling off with a clatter, then being scooped back by the tentacles from the dark mouth, obediently wrapped and protected according to Xu Yintang’s will.
Unexpectedly…
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As if compared to the fragile shell of humans, this was the true essence that should have existed.
The round moon, only for a better consumption of the moonlight torn from the main body of Daeis, forcibly visualized the existence of the blood-red new moon by devouring it from the consciousness.
The blue-red tentacles, though present when touching the main body of Daeis, had never previously exhibited such a strong presence. They seemed to emerge from the patterns on his lower abdomen, like byproducts devouring Daeis’s moonlight manifestation.
However, at this moment, these two forces were merging and attacking each other. Xu Yintang vaguely realized that the tentacles were more closely related and intimate, manifesting from deeper and closer to the essence within his body.
They had no connection to Daeis whatsoever.
Xu Yintang had never paid attention to them and subconsciously ignored this force lurking within his body, much like how one might ignore a small mole that naturally grew on their skin, harmless and inconspicuous, seen but disregarded.
Gone—it was a part of his body.
Xu Yintang could only barely control the moon in his consciousness. When he attempted to concentrate on sensing the tentacles, each one suddenly became docile and nimble, knowing instinctively how to utilize these limbs without the need for thought, naturally obeying the commands of his mind.
With just a thought, the eyeball that fell into darkness turned into a mass of tentacles, climbing up towards the rising round moon along the moonlight. The originally flawless and full moon gradually swayed, revealing the contours of the wriggling tentacles.
The once faint blood-red new moon in his consciousness, as the tentacles gradually occupied the round moon, became increasingly thin and broken, gradually unable to maintain even the shape of the new moon, hanging there like a few faintly glowing pieces of gravel.
And the moonlight, which had never quite obeyed Xu Yintang’s commands and always caused pain in his eyes, was gradually completely brought under his control by the tentacles.
Was this finally completely eradicating Daeis’s moonlight?
Xu Yintang “gazed” into the darkness. As it almost completely transformed into a product of the intertwining of tentacles and moonlight, the monsters emitted a fearful aura—not retreating in the face of Daeis’s moonlight, they dared not attack Xu Yintang anymore. In his current perception, they crawled on the ground like dogs with their tails tucked between their legs.
They didn’t dare approach, as the deepest rules of existence told them that this entity was not to be approached.
Nor did they dare to flee, for the god of death never sheltered cowardly hounds.
They could only stiffen in place, like a piece of black paint misplaced on a canvas.
Xu Yintang retracted the tentacles spreading into the darkness, maintaining a deterrent posture. After calmly assessing the situation, he knew that maintaining the current state had exhausted all his strength.
The sounds coming from the void sea constantly eroded his will, the chaotic and frenzied tide accompanying the wriggling of the tentacles.
Xu Yintang felt dazed and absent-minded in waves, as the tentacles within him harbored countless desires and longings, like infants longing to return to the womb that nurtured them, infinitely reaching towards the distant and untouchable source of chaos.
The darkness scrambled to make way for the tentacles, wounded and slowed parts silently providing nourishment for the tentacles, just as the monsters instinctively sensed their fear, silently sacrificing themselves for the nourishment of the tentacles.
Return…
In Xu Yintang’s consciousness, the whispers of the tentacles echoed, as if talking to himself, weaving strange and fragmented imagery, without any impression, yet inexplicably nostalgic.
The noisy and disorderly tidal waves, the enormous and indescribable shadows swimming by, the sleeping and profane dreams like an amusement park…
Home…sweet…eternal peace of the nest with the cubs…
The overwhelming sensation of the void sea calling forth was filtered out as the terrified cries of the cubs were swayed by the tentacles. Xu Yintang lovingly embraced the children within the tentacles.
Unlike the cold and smooth touch of Little Darling’s tentacles, Xu Yintang’s tentacles had a warmth mimicking human body temperature. The soft and fluffy sensation felt like a teddy bear’s embrace, infiltrating from the surface consciousness of the cubs towards their deeper essence.
Good children…
Mommy’s good children…
Gentle whispers echoed in Xu Yintang’s consciousness, calming the cubs instinctively stopped struggling. Second Treasure even subconsciously nibbled on the tentacles around his mouth a few times to calm down, his short claws scratching at his eyes as tears trickled down.
Mommy…
Mommy has become a bad mommy…
Nibble, nibble, Second Treasure’s nibbling is gone…
“Mommy is still mommy.” Xu Yintang wiped away Second Treasure’s tears, the fluffy moonlight in the dream world entwining with the smoke of Second Treasure’s original body, “Mommy will take you home…to a safe, happy place.”
Motger’s will is the highest rule of this family.
When Xu Yintang showed an indisputable attitude, the cubs lost the power to resist.
Fourth Joy even nervously shook a few times. Within the red ball invaded by the moonlight, the fish-headed monsters gasped and crawled on the floating land formed by tentacles and bones.
Mother is always right…
Fourth Joy felt extremely guilty. Xu Yintang’s current form brought immense pressure, causing Fourth Joy to cowardly hide in Little Darling’s tentacles, shrinking his consciousness, afraid of being caught by Mommy for doing something wrong.
If he had eyes, they would probably be teary, his face wet with tears.
Fortunately, Xu Yintang’s remaining trace of sanity was focused on stopping himself from taking the cubs into the void sea. Engaged in a tug-of-war with the tentacles, the disoriented consciousness, being pulled back and forth, had no time to figure out what Fourth Joy had done wrong. Due to the restraint of his own sanity, an inexplicable sense of grievance arose.
Go home…isn’t it good?
[Not at all!]
The sudden burst of light in the darkness made the monsters wail in despair. The breath of the void sea was instantly overwhelmed by the endless influx of rationality and rules. The huge ball of light emitted a soft and bright glow, and the mechanically indifferent electronic sound simulated an emotionally intense exclamation mark.
[There’s no coke in the void sea!]
Shamefully, Xu Yintang immediately woke up.
I love the only thing that gets him to snap out of it isn’t his children or his husband its cola! I love this man so much!!!!
This cracked me up. The industrial food complex defeats eldritch abominations each time!!!
THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR BEING AWESOME!!!!
As a person who drinks soda on every outside eating session, I’m absolutely understand
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Of course it would be the deprivation of his beloved cola that would send him back from the brink. Why am I even surprised?