Chapter 17: Arc 1: The Meeting – Chapter 17

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Arc 1: The Meeting - Chapter 17

Okay, so it looks like I'm spending the whole day with Nyarla's original ego. If the way her eyes continue to glow up to this point. I think it has been like. What? An hour and a half? Also, unlike Nyarla. She wasn't so clingy and just holding hands was enough for her. Although, later tonight would be a different story if she sticks around till then.

So far, we're just going whenever catches our interest, which wasn't a lot going by the bored look on Nyarla's face. So most of the whole time is us walking around sightseeing.

"I'm bored, Jin." Nyarla looks at me. Her patience seems to have run out. "And I don't feel like hunting just yet. Think up something for us to do that won't bore me to death. It's already near nighttime in this world."

Is that even possible for you? Being bored to death? Well, I know you can cause others to die from boredom with how powerful you are.

"Well, let's see..." I think about what we could do in this world, which wasn't much, especially since this world doesn't have much entertainment here. So it's no wonder Nyarla is getting bored quickly, and I'll be honest, I'd half expect to see something crazy pop up at some point.

Through Perfect Timing, I see many things I could do, but none are for entertainment. So I pour more aura into the Nen ability to see for anything remotely that could entertain Nyarla somehow. Because right now, this is her original ego, and I don't want to find out what happens if I fail to meet her expectation.

"Want me to give you a full body massage?" I noticed a store that does body massages, but I don't think Nyarla would like having others touch her.

"I'm not into public sex." Nyarla replied with a dull look.

I raise an eyebrow at this, then sweatdrop at what Nyarla meant by that.

"I wasn't asking for public sex." I said dryly.

"Then why try to get me horny?" Nyarla asks back.

"I wasn't—you're teasing me, aren't you?" I look at Nyarla blankly, who lets out a giggle that sends a chill down my spine.

"I am bored, and teasing you seem to be fun." Nyarla leans forward, giving me a look at her breasts that jiggle briefly. Even with her shirt covering it, that doesn't hide the shape and size of her large breasts.

"How about we hunt down whatever you want from this world? Then we can try our luck in the next world. Since there isn't much to do here." I don't know what to feel being teased by Nyarla.

"Let's-forget this world. We're heading back." Nyarla frowned, dragged me to a nearby unlocked door and we were back in the apartment before I could understand what triggered someone like Nyarla's original ego.

Oh... I can see why now because there is someone else in the apartment. However, said someone is someone I know immediately, but I find myself baffled upon seeing this person here alone.

Standing before us is Yor Briar from the series Spy x Family and she is in her assassin outfit too. Or at least, this Yor lookalike has the same appearance as the canon Yor.

Yor is a fair-skinned woman and is very beautiful with a slender yet curvaceous frame. She has long, straight black hair reaching her mid-back, short bangs framing her forehead and upturned red eyes, which are also glowing. She splits her hair into two parts and crosses it over her head, securing it with a headband and forming two thick locks of hair that reach below her chest.

As an assassin, Yor wears a form-fitting halter-style black dress that shows off her shoulders and cleavage, with a rose choker and a red rose pattern on the inside of her skirt. The front of the skirt is mid-thigh length, while the back reaches below her knees. She also wears a pair of black thigh-high boots and black fingerless gloves. The headband is gold-colored with a rose and two spikes on each side.

"Yor, what are you doing here?" Nyarla asks in annoyance.

Her name is truly Yor?!

I look at Nyarla with wide eyes, then look at Yor.

"Come now, sister. Is that any way to treat your beloved older sister?" Yor smiles politely. As she slowly walks over to Nyarla, completely ignoring my existence. "After all, I've finally taken a vacation from my job to come to check on my precious little sister. After all, you know how our family is."

Okay, since Yor here is a sister of Nyarla, then her name should potentially be short for an eldritch god too. But which? If I recall correctly, Nyarlathotep has two siblings. One is Darkness and the other is Nameless Mist.

A quick use of Invasion—oh, fucking hell. Going by the other name, The Nameless Mist is also known as Magnum Innominandum, Milk of the Void, and Nyog'Sotep. If I want to play with the words, the last one should do the trick by removing nearly all the letters but leaving the y and o, adding an r at the end.

Kind of fitting, if I'm going to be honest. Since Azathoth created the Nameless Mist to fight in the war against the Primordials, Khaos, God, and its siblings and children.

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Wait, I'm getting off-topic. What the fuck is she doing here?!

"Say the same person that caused me to go into a deep sleep for a long time." Nyarla nearly growls.

"Oh, don't be like that, sister. You're my favorite of the others in our family, and I would do everything to protect you. If anything, I saved you before your body was destroyed. You should be thanking me instead." Yor continues to smile, not one bit bothered by how hostile Nyarla look. "Plus, I want to see your new toy here." Yor finally acknowledges my existence. "Hm, he is better than the previous ones for you to mess with."

I'm not too fond of the way she calls me a toy. Even if, technically, I would be seen by those like Nyarla and Yor. Also, does this mean I'm somewhat of a sex toy for Nyarla to use? If going by how Yor treats me like a toy, that is.

Nyarla moves to stand in front of me protectively, "I will repeat myself. What are you doing here, Yor?"

"Oh, I've finally received the news of you gaining a new toy and got curious about how long this last. To my disbelief, this one lasted way longer than the previous ones for you to wake up." Yor leans over, taller than Nyarla, and looks directly into my eyes. "Oh, he is a natural one. I can see it in his soul. No wonder he lasted so long and is smart enough to keep hold of those books. It's the only thing that would keep him alive up to this point."

I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. But I should stay silent and wait until I'm asked to speak. I've seen enough minions/canon fodders that died off because they spoke without being permitted to, and even then, some of them still end up dead afterward. Either way, I better keep my mouth shut until then.

"Don't touch him." Nyarla growls. "He is mine."

"Aw, but I want to play with him. Come on, share him with me. Sharing is caring." Yor didn't seem one bit concerned about how Nyarla acted towards her.

On another note, a thought just occurred to me. Do all Eldritch Gods, mainly Nyarla and Yor, have glowing eyes? Or it's something they do for some reason other than making them look intimidating both by appearance and the presence they give off randomly.

"Get your own toy, Yor." Nyarla denied her older sister instantly.

Ah, so it wasn't love after all. Okay, I expect to feel heartbroken, but I feel fine and nothing out of the ordinary. Then again, I didn't fall for Nyarla either and just lusted after her body like any other guy, but at least I can think with my main brain instead of my lower brain.

Although being treated like a toy does make me feel a little sad, I know my position. After all, would people put an ant on the same equal level as yourself? Nope.

Am I right, crazy voices? Because you either want to take care of them, step on them, ignore them, but never treat them as your equal.

So from Nyarla and Yor's point of view, I'm somewhat better than an ant. I don't know if being treated as a toy would be any different, though.

Well, no matter. I get sex, multiple cheats, and visit many fictional worlds.

"Hey, toy. Pay attention." Yor stare at me with her glowing eyes, which also send a chill down my spine as Nyarla does. "Huh, I expect to see you be heartbroken or depressed to find Nyarla treating you as a toy, not a lover."

Should I be? I have half the mind; she would have killed me, then resurrected me somehow or let Reset & Restart take effect. Before killing me in some other ways afterward.

Of course, I still kept my mouth shut since Yor didn't tell me to speak.

"I can read your mind." Yor smile, no doubts to see the shock of disbelief on my face. And Yor's smile disappears. "What's wrong with you? Normally those not used to being around people who could read their mind would throw a fit or something."

Well, technically, I already thought many times that Nyarla and the boss have been reading my mind the whole time. Hell, I'm willing to bet that more others are listening to my thoughts. I don't even know if it's like you and Nyarla or the crazy voices I've heard for years before coming here to work as a caretaker of Nyarla.

By the way, does this count as me talking without permission?

"No, it doesn't." Yor narrowed her eyes at me, making me wonder if she was going through my memory. "I am, and you humans come up with weird things, but then again, we always use the humans' cruel minds to create many things for various purposes. Why are most of your memories filled with so much of these hentai? And how come you like fictional girls more than your fellow humans outside of those fictional worlds? Oh, that is among the common ways for most people to deal with the harsh reality of your world."

Wow, I didn't even have to think about anything else and Yor already found all the answers she needed through my memories.

Also, what about the crazy voices? You didn't mention those yet.

"In your eyes, they are crazy voices and might be your imagination. However, they are far more than just voices. I'm sure they are the only reason you haven't lost your mind while in our world. Well, more than you'd lost already." Yor tilt her head, continuing to stare at me with that smile on her face and glowing eyes.

What with the whole creepy smile and glowing eyes?!

"That's kind of rude going by your world's logic. However, I can't blame you as this is normal for us. Anyway, little sister. I will spend the rest of my vacation here with you and your toy." Yor's smile widens as Nyarla starts releasing a strange, dangerous aura.

Oh shit, does this mean I have to take care of another person now?!

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