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"I'm here for tourism," Jiang Lu answered obediently.
He had already recognized that this face was Nyarlathotep's.
However, the face was most likely just one of his avatars, similar in nature to the one sealed by Nodens in the Grand Abyss of the Dreamland. As for the reason he remembered himself, it was probably because the avatars shared consciousness.
"Tour... uh..."
Nyarlathotep stopped mid-sentence, his sigh laced with indescribable bitterness.
The two of them were like people meeting in real life after an online romance.
Nyarlathotep: You don't look quite like your photo.
Jiang Lu: So should I leave?
Nyarlathotep: Sigh...
"So I guess you won't help me," Nyarlathotep continued to ask.
Perhaps he was harboring a sliver of hope.
Jiang Lu didn't know.
He said, "Guess."
...
Silence.
