The Grotesque Miss’s End Story v3c103p2

Chapter 103: Transcendence and Nyarlathotep p2

“I’ll have to think carefully about this…”

The First Seat said, reaching out to gently caress Luo Ling’s cheek.

Then, seeing Luo Ling’s nervous expression, wanting to run but not immediately doing so, she chuckled.

“Little Amethyst, are you so afraid I’ll eat you?”

“What do you think?”

Luo Ling’s tone even carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

“Last time was just… an impulse. Besides, you flipped my table several times, almost causing some trouble… not everyone can withstand seeing my true form.” The First Seat’s lips curled up slightly. “Anyway, the price I’ve already taken from you is much more than you think. This ‘transaction’ is just to supplement the information you already have. For this level of ‘equivalent exchange,’ I can slightly bend the rules. Just consider it a reward for little Amethyst.”

She pressed her finger against Luo Ling’s forehead and continued, “However, I didn’t expect you to not even use that blessing… it seems your growth rate truly exceeds my expectations.”

The First Seat paused mid-sentence, as if recalling something, then continued, her tone slightly lower, “It seems… you’re now qualified to accept her.”

“Hmm?”

Luo Ling looked up, puzzled, and met the First Seat’s eyes.

Without the cover of the mystical colors.

“My name is ‘Nyarlathotep’,” the First Seat uttered strange syllables, like a melody played on a flute, yet Luo Ling inexplicably understood their meaning. “The bringer of ‘miracles’ and ‘despair’.”

“With a deity’s True Name, I bestow my blessing upon you.”

The mystical colors enveloping the First Seat crumbled, inch by inch, until completely dissipating, and her true form—at least, her true form in this world—appeared before Luo Ling.

This was a woman of breathtaking beauty, alluring and seductive, as if embodying all the temptations of the world, yet also as venomous as a viper, as evil as a demon. Her beauty wasn’t something to be admired, but to be feared.

All the indescribable horrors in the world couldn’t compare to the terror of this beauty.

Even Luo Ling, upon seeing the First Seat’s true form, felt a bone-chilling coldness surge from the depths of her soul, almost overwhelming her consciousness.

A deity.

A true deity.

Appeared before Luo Ling.

A mere glance from It would bring irreversible disaster to mortals.

A breathtaking smile appeared on Nyarlathotep’s lips, a faint sorrow in her intricately patterned eyes. She extended her alluring hands, gently cupping Luo Ling’s face, and whispered, “With my love, I bestow my blessing upon you.”

At this moment, she seemed no longer Nyarlathotep, but Transcendence.

A fleeting, gentle touch.

Luo Ling slowly closed her eyes, accepting this… lingering love.

After an unknown amount of time, the First Seat’s cupped hands were empty, and the gray garden returned to its dim silence.

“Heh…”

The First Seat chuckled softly, lowering her empty hands.

She knew that this risky attempt had truly succeeded.

“Your will… has finally been passed on to her.” The First Seat slowly closed her eyes.

She vaguely saw a familiar figure, running around in this gray garden.

“Who are you? Such an evil witch, let me defeat you! Oops, I can’t seem to…”

“‘Nyarlathotep’… such a long name, I’ll just call you Nyar! My name is Transcendence, I chose it myself!”

“A deity? Eh, are we both deities? However, I haven’t thought about… what you said. Don’t worry, I will definitely save the world!”

The First Seat opened her eyes slightly, a hazy mist welling up within them.

She vaguely saw an energetic girl sitting opposite her, her chin resting on her hands, her seemingly eternally shining eyes staring intently at her, her smile as bright as a flower.

It seemed like this scene had only happened recently.

She slowly raised her hand, then, as if realizing something, froze.

Transcendence was no more.

“Nyar, Nyar, help me, I think I messed up again…”

“Nyar, Nyar, why are they fighting again? There are still so many disasters to resolve…”

“Nyar, Nyar, you’re so amazing, I really like you!”

She always found the girl noisy and annoying, but the girl always clung to her, asking for favors like a spoiled child.

A long, yet short, period of time.

Nearing the end, the petite girl looked up at her slightly, took her hand, and placed it on her cheek, whispering, “Nyar, Nyar, I li-… no, I love you.”

But she didn’t understand.

Only when the final scene appeared before her did she realize what this girl truly meant to her.

As the spreading darkness and nothingness completely enveloped the last sanctuary in this world, the last inch of land before the end…

“This is a complete failure. Doomsday is coming, but Transcendence is no more.”

“I am the end, the destroyer of worlds.”

The girl faced the nothingness, spread her arms, and with her meager figure, pushed back the vast and terrifying Doomsday.

The girl said to her, “I love this world.”

And she also said, “So, Nyar, love this world for me.”

And she also said, “Sorry, for placing my responsibility on you, my dear Nyar.”

Thus came the most spectacular scene in this world. The already born Doomsday, because of its personality’s demise, briefly retreated.

From the self-sacrificing Transcendence, four origin points were born, and with the protection of Transcendence, they barely survived under Doomsday’s erosion.

The song ended.

The First Seat lowered her head slightly, looking at her empty hands, as if seeing that girl again.

They were too similar.

Even if their appearances and personalities were different, they were still too similar.

So similar that she couldn’t help but express this belated emotion.

“This time, will you make the same choice as her?” the First Seat whispered softly, her expression darkening slightly. “…You will.”

In the final moment, the First Seat still gave Transcendence’s miracle to… or rather, “returned” it to Luo Ling, allowing her to choose the same path as Transcendence when she reached the end.

But she clearly didn’t want Luo Ling to do this.

“This is… the right to choose.”

Just like in the past.

Because…

“Witnessing the arrival of the end firsthand… is the most despairing moment for a deity’s consciousness.”

If they didn’t even have the right to choose…

…….

Luo Ling slowly opened her eyes.

She seemed to have had a very long dream, but upon waking up, she couldn’t remember anything. The long dream vanished the moment she awoke, her last memory the First Seat cupping her face.

Thinking of this, Luo Ling shuddered and instinctively touched her face.

…That wasn’t right, the First Seat wouldn’t do anything to her, right?

Luo Ling calmed down and found herself in a dark, ancient corridor, dim oil lamps flickering on both sides, as if they could be extinguished by a gust of wind.

“The Pilgrimage Path?”

Luo Ling instinctively thought of this place, but she didn’t see Zi Ke anywhere.

This was her consciousness space.

“Why does my consciousness space look like the Pilgrimage Path?”

This question appeared in Luo Ling’s mind, but recalling that there was even her consciousness imprint in “Valhalla,” this situation didn’t seem so strange.

Her existence and the former Valhalla should have some connection.

Unfortunately, the First Seat couldn’t provide any answers about her.

Luo Ling walked forward.

White Witch, Amethyst, Black Kite, You Su Ling…

Several rooms, just like before, had their doors slightly ajar, revealing glimpses of the scenes within.

But this time, the door at the end of the corridor was also ajar.

Luo Ling hesitated slightly, then continued forward, reaching out to push open the door.

A low rumble echoed, and Luo Ling stepped inside.

“……”

The moment she entered, Luo Ling felt a chilling sensation, her scalp tingling.

The surroundings weren’t empty and silent, but filled with all kinds of twisted and indescribable creations.

Buildings made of flesh and blood, towering, monstrous creatures, viscous filth writhing on the ground, blinking countless blood-red eyes…

The sky was a mix of crimson and black, and colorful lights shone through the clouds, but everything in sight desperately avoided them.

Even hell couldn’t compare to this terrifying sight.

Luo Ling wanted to retreat, but looking back, the doorway was empty, as if the door never existed.

She could only take a deep breath and walk forward.

These twisted and grotesque beings seemed unable to sense Luo Ling, or perhaps they ignored her, not reacting to her presence at all. Luo Ling carefully avoided them, as these indescribable beings were beyond her comprehension, requiring caution.

After walking for a while, Luo Ling finally saw a somewhat reassuring sight: an unfamiliar girl leaning against a stone tablet, her eyes slightly closed, as if resting.

Luo Ling was certain this girl wasn’t herself, as they looked completely different.

The girl’s appearance wasn’t breathtakingly beautiful, but pleasant, the kind that wouldn’t make one feel awkward even staring directly at her, like a gentle and refined young lady, completely out of place in these terrifying and twisted surroundings.

Before Luo Ling could even approach, the girl suddenly opened her eyes, saw Luo Ling, her eyes seemingly shining brightly, and waved excitedly.

“Here, here, Miss Luo Ling, over here!”

“…”

Luo Ling had to admit that, hearing this unfamiliar girl call her name, she didn’t feel any surprise, as if it was only natural.

This feeling, however, made her wary.

Luo Ling cautiously approached, and the girl immediately shifted, patted the empty space beside her, and smiled brightly at Luo Ling.

“Come and sit, let’s chat, Miss Luo Ling.”

“Who are you…?”

Luo Ling asked, but the girl suddenly grabbed her arm, pulling her down.

She wanted to break free, but obediently sat down.

For some reason, she felt that this girl wouldn’t harm her, an almost instinctual certainty.

“Miss Luo Ling, are you alright? Are you happy?” the girl chattered. “If you’re not happy, you must find a way to cheer yourself up!”

“I’m… fine?”

This casual conversation made Luo Ling feel amused and helpless. The terrifying scenery around them didn’t seem like a place for small talk…

“‘Fine’ is a perfunctory answer, Miss Luo Ling,” the girl puffed out her cheeks and said seriously, “This is a very important question! Answer seriously!”

“I…”

Luo Ling hesitated, memories flooding her mind.

Her family, her past.

Every memory was precious and worth cherishing.

“I’m very happy.”

A smile involuntarily appeared on Luo Ling’s lips.

“Good, good! Our Miss Luo Ling is very happy!”

The girl clapped and cheered, as if Luo Ling’s happiness also made her happy.

She leaned closer, blinking her eyes, staring at Luo Ling, and asked with a hint of worry, “Is she… alright?”

“She?”

Luo Ling frowned slightly.

“Nyar, of course! Silly Miss Luo Ling, how could you even forget her!” the girl pretended to be angry, hands on her hips.

“Nyar is…” Luo Ling was confused, then quickly realized. “Wait… the First Seat?”

She scratched the back of her head and said, “She’s… fine? Okay, she’s doing great.”

“I see, hmph.”

Hearing Luo Ling’s answer, the girl snorted softly, seemingly less concerned about Nyar than Luo Ling.

Luo Ling vaguely guessed the girl’s identity, but realizing this, an unbelievable look appeared in her eyes.

If this girl was the former Transcendence…

It was quite different from what she had imagined.

No, it was very different.

“Our world…”

The girl continued, but stopped mid-sentence, curled up her legs, buried her face in them, and then mumbled, “It must be… in a bad state, right?”

“Yes.”

Luo Ling’s mood also turned heavy.

“How stupid… in the end… I still couldn’t save the world.”

The girl’s voice carried a hint of a sob, her sorrow infecting Luo Ling beside her.

Luo Ling, witnessing the girl’s sadness, said softly, “But… even now, we still have a sliver of hope, however meager.”

“Really?”

The girl looked up, her slightly red eyes filled with hope.

“Yes.” Luo Ling’s expression softened. “Because… at least, there’s still me.”

“I will definitely save the world, dear Miss Transcendence.”