Chapter 229
Father
Rath disappeared from the place.
There was no trace of his presence left.
Arthur quickly calmed himself, then spread his senses throughout the hall, slowly and cautiously, searching for any trace… any echo… any familiar vibration.
But there was nothing.
Absolute emptiness.
Before his concern could grow any further—
A faint, pure force began to emerge from nowhere.
Arthur's eyes widened.
Before him…
stood a small child, no more than ten years old.
He was completely naked, with the genuine body of a human child.
His long black hair fell gently around him, his skin was as soft as a child's skin,
and his eyes…
were clear black, yet carried a strange celestial depth within them.
There was a gentle, warm, pure smile on his lips.
He looked at Arthur…
with affection.
"Father."
"Whaaaaaat?!"
"It's me… Rath."
Arthur froze in place.
He did not know how to breathe or how to think.
The Spirit Infant…
had transformed from a Blood Infant into a complete human child…
and was now calling him Father.
Arthur raised his hand and struck his own face hard.
Once.
Then a second time.
But reality did not change.
The child moved lightly, jumped gently, then wrapped his arms around Arthur's leg with all the innocence he possessed.
"Father."
"…Wait… wait. You're Rath?"
"Yes."
"You have a human body?
Everything that belongs to humans?"
"Yes."
"And all of this… is because you consumed the cosmic remnant?
The Sword of the God of Death?"
"Yes.
By merging the cosmic remnant with my body… I obtained a human body."
Arthur fell silent for a moment.
"So… what now?
Can you still use your previous powers?"
"Yes… and no."
Rath looked at him calmly.
"Yes, I can.
But I am also human now.
I have to train and become stronger.
Before… I became stronger simply by absorbing your magical power.
But now… I have to walk the same path."
"Hmm…"
Arthur sighed.
"And what about entering my body?
You used to do that and disappear whenever you wanted.
Now you have a human body."
"It is still possible.
That technique is integrated into the essence of my soul, not my body."
Arthur listened to his gentle, pure voice.
Then he said calmly:
"But… why do you call me Father?
Call me brother, master, friend… anything."
Rath looked at him with a child's serious expression and said:
"You created me.
You trained me.
And you gave me a human body.
You are my father."
Arthur placed his palm against his forehead and sighed.
"For millions of years…
I never imagined that one day I would become a father."
Then…
he smiled.
He calmly picked Rath up in his arms.
"Alright.
Let's start by buying you some clothes first."
---
Arthur sat calmly in a café in the middle of the city.
In his left hand was a cup of black coffee,
and in his right was an unlit cigarette.
He was dressed entirely in black:
an elegant black shirt, trousers, and a long coat.
His hair was neatly parted, and his face still bore faint traces of burns.
And in front of him…
sat a ten-year-old child.
Long black hair,
elegant black clothes,
and an ice cream in his hand that he was eating with enthusiasm and innocence.
People were looking at the two of them.
As though they were…
a father and his son.
Arthur looked like a dominant, powerful, sturdy young man…
but his blue eyes gazed at the child with genuine tenderness.
As for Rath…
he looked like a spoiled, beloved child, surrounded by safety.
Girls were secretly taking pictures, their faces shy and flushed.
Arthur finished his coffee.
"I'm going to have a cigarette.
Wait for me here.
And don't go anywhere."
"Alright, Father."
Arthur smiled, then headed toward the smoking area.
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'The Outer Gods…'
Arthur's mind was deep in thought.
Entities beyond time, space, and existence itself.
Capable of erasing everything.
And the strongest among them…
Azathoth.
The blind idiot god.
The nuclear chaos.
The deep darkness.
The King of All.
The Blind Dreamer.
And even Cthulhu…
was merely one of the Great Old Ones.
Only a high priest.
'If this is the case with Cthulhu…
then what about the Outer Gods?'
Arthur extinguished his cigarette.
"It doesn't matter.
Everything in its own time."
Then he returned toward the café.
But—
A terrifying pressure swept through his body and soul.
A dark, savage, vengeful aura that surpassed even Cthulhu's aura.
"What's happening?!"
Arthur immediately rushed forward.
He exited the café—
Destruction.
The place was destroyed.
Bodies were everywhere.
The injured were dying.
"Rath!"
"Raaath!"
He screamed with everything he had.
Then—
{You are the God Imprisoner, aren't you?
You… Arthur.}
Arthur raised his head.
A terrifying entity stood before him.
A lizardman:
a lizard's head,
a human torso,
limbs and a long tail.
Dark green in color,
with furious red eyes.
He was the same size as Arthur…
But his pressure?
It was as though an entire planet were pressing down upon him.
"Who are you—"
The lizard snapped his fingers.
And the world changed.
An endless dark sea.
Water in every direction.
{I am one of the Great Old Ones.
I am the Water Lizard.
Ruler of chaos and destruction…
and of water and storms.
I am the Lord of Vengeance… Bokrog.
And my supreme master…
Azathoth,
has sent me…
to kill you.}
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