On the way home, Azathos, who was holding the dog, was in a very good mood, and he was finally able to eat serious Chinese food, and the barbecue and fried meat eaten on the Whitebeard boat made Azathos almost vomit.

Finally improved the mood of the food Azathos, which is naturally beautiful!

Azathoth, who was walking on the road, suddenly saw a strange beggar begging on the side of the road.

No one around was willing to give the beggar even a penny, and they all ignored him.

No one dared to approach this beggar even a centimeter, all of them were at least a meter away from him, just because ......

"Abandoned Deep Diver?"

Azathoth recognized the strange beggar with the "Innsmouth face".

This is a young-looking diver abandoned by a large family of deep divers.

Maybe it's because they don't want to live anymore, or maybe it's because they have blasphemed the god of their race, Cthulhu.

However, Azathoth prefers to believe that the Deep Diver has desecrated Cthulhu rather than the former possibility.

If a deep diver doesn't want to live, there are only two possibilities: either he can't accept the fact that he has become an undead deep diver, or he has lived too long and is bored and wants to die.

And this diver is obviously not because of the former, he has obviously only just turned into a deep diver, and he has not solved it directly on the spot like other divers who do not accept it.

The boy was clearly not being accepted by his race, and the crime of blaspheming himself in the service of the gods could not be solved by simple dedication.

Obviously, the group of deep divers he belonged to chose to exile him and let him be humbled and killed under the discrimination of humans, which was a great shame for an immortal race, and it was tens of thousands of times worse than being executed by his people!

Azathoth didn't want to mind the divers either, and there really wasn't much to be done by a race of minions who served Cthulhu.

But after all, Azathos had been a human for at least some time, and he still had a little compassion for others, even if it meant nothing to the evil gods......

Looking at the kind man in front of him who handed him dozens of beautiful knives, Wacker lifted the amphibian head and stared at the pair of fish eyes that never closed, and the gills under his cheeks kept shaking and emitting an obscure tone.

"You...... Who is it? ”

That's what WACKER means in words.

"I'm a passerby, just with compassion to help a passerby who needs my help."

Azathoth smiled at Wacker in the language of a deep diver.

"Thank you...... Is there anything I can repay you? Like what...... Be your slave and be instructed by you for the rest of your life. ”

For this only "young man" who helped him, WACKER felt a warmth that he had never felt in his own community.

"I don't need a slave," said Azathoth, standing up, looking at the crowded streets around him, to Wacker, "I just want you to be at ease and not disturb the little peace that is left in this town." ”

"I mean, not everybody can accept a deep diver begging someone."

Before Wacker could react, Azathoth continued: "You can make some movies with this characteristic of your race, and I hope to see you in the cinema in the future."

Azathoth patted Wacker's slippery shoulder one last and stepped into the crowd.

Wacker stared at his fish-eyes, Azathoth's words of encouragement echoing in his mind.

It was a turning point in WACKER's life.

He took the dozens of beautiful knives in his hand and slowly walked to the nearest movie theater under the incomprehensible gaze of everyone......

……

Jeff was holding a very cheap looking knife in his hand, and he sat on the couch and watched the knife be thrown around, as if he was juggling.

"Ah~"

Jeff yawned boredly, got up from the couch, ignored the blood stains on the floor, walked around the collapsed body of the original owner of the house, and walked straight to the kitchen.

Jeff, who entered the kitchen, glanced at the refrigerator that was more than two meters high, and after comparing his height with the height of the milk on the top layer of the refrigerator, Jeff felt the malice of this world.

Just as Jeff was about to lift the stool, a miserable white hand appeared in front of Jeff with a bottle of milk.

The owner of these hands was nearly three meters tall, dressed in a black suit, and had no expression or facial features on his face.

Jeff looked at the Slanders, who we often call "Uncle Skinny", snatched the milk away, opened the cap of the bottle and drank it without saying a word.

At this time, Jeff suddenly heard a strange mechanical voice:

"Drop! The interdimensional chat group is loading......"

"Poof!"

The milk that Jeff hadn't swallowed in his mouth squirted onto Uncle Skinny's black suit all at once.

A bloody mouth appeared on the skinny uncle's face, and his eyeless eye sockets became a little distorted, and he said to Jeff in that hoarse voice, "Jeff, you ......"

Jeff ignored Uncle Skinny, instead took out a knife and looked around with a solemn face.

The thin uncle looked at Jeff like this, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled: "Jeff?"

When Jeff saw that there was no one around, he asked the skinny uncle with a puzzled face, "Slender, did you hear anything?"

"Voice? No, there's a sound there, it's just the two of us here......"

As soon as Uncle Skinny finished speaking, Jeff heard another mechanical voice:

"Drop! Loading successfully, please enter the host nickname! ”

“！！！”

Jeff, who calls himself a "psychopathic murderer", is a little panicked at this time, he has never encountered such a thing.

But after seeing the thin uncle next to him, Jeff was also a little relieved, after all, the combat effectiveness of this brother who "shared hardships and hardships (homeless)" with him was not weak.

After calming down a little, Jeff said in the skinny uncle's puzzled gaze, "Killer Jeff, this is my name."

(Slender man:？？？ Didn't we know each other for a long time? )

He wanted to see what this so-called "interdimensional chat group" was!

"Drop! The nickname has been decided. ”

"Drop! Group member 'Jeff the Killer' has joined the chat group ......"

……

"Kid, am I beautiful?"

A big sister with a mask asked a child in the park.

The cute and poor little boy looked at the beautiful big sister who suddenly appeared in front of him, his round face was slightly red, and he whispered shyly: "The big sister is really beautiful, you are the most beautiful big sister I have ever seen!"

The rift woman's eyes narrowed, as if she was smiling, and said, "Then do you think I look good now?"

As she spoke, the Rip Girl took off the mask she had been wearing on her face, revealing the terrifying cheek that had been cut by a scalpel.

The little boy's face turned pale for a moment, and he thought of what his parents had said:

"Don't get close to a big sister wearing a mask, she may be the legendary horror killer - Rip Girl!"

"Save ...... Save ......" The little boy was so frightened that his legs were weak, and he had no strength to get up and run away, so he could only watch the rift girl slowly walk towards him with the sin-stained scissors.

"What's wrong? Little brother, answer me quickly! Sister, am I beautiful or not! ”

The Rip Girl looked at the bear child, who was almost scared to pee, and walked towards the little boy with the bloodstained tan scissors in her hand, like a hunter teasing her prey.

Just as the Rip Girl smiled maniacally and was about to make a move, a voice interrupted her movements.

"Drop! The interdimensional chat group is loading......"

"Huh?" The Rip Girl stopped with a bewildered expression.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the child under her broke free and ran out of the park with a rolling belt, shouting: "Rip girl! Mom, I'm so scared ......."

The Rip Girl didn't pay any more attention to the child, she looked around, but found no one else, and thought: maybe she heard it wrong!

"Drop! Loaded successfully, please enter the host nickname? ”

The Rip Girl was sure she had heard correctly, this strange mechanical sound was coming out of thin air in her head!

"Who?"

"Drop! Please enter a host nickname! ”

Seeing that this so-called "interdimensional chat group" was so strange, the rift girl thought it was the same terrifying urban legend as her, so she broke her name.

"The little woman's name is the Rip Girl, dare to ask Your Excellency ......"

"Drop! Nickname confirmed"

"Drop! Group member 'Rip Girl' joins the chat group. ”

Rip Girl: "......" is not! Who let you decide the gossip road without permission!!

……

At the headquarters of the Hero Association in City A, an S-class hero, the green-haired pair known as the "shuddering tornado" takes a nap in the exclusive independent dormitory given to him by the Hero Association.

However, the mobile phone at the bedside kept noisy, and the noise made the dragon roll upset.

Tatsumaki reluctantly picked up the phone and yelled impatiently, "Who! Didn't know if I was taking a nap! ”

The person on the other end of the phone was obviously frightened by Tatsumaki's tone, so the person on the other end of the phone apologized again and again: "Si...... Smimarseille! Miss Tatsumaki, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. However, there is a ghost-level weirdo in City B, and there are no heroes on duty around, so I can only trouble you! ”

When Tatsumaki heard this, the high-level leaders of this group of heroes actually asked her to deal with a ghost-level weirdo, and she couldn't help but get angry and scolded loudly: "What are you guys eating!" Just a ghost-level weirdo actually wants me to solve it! ”

"I'm sorry! Miss Tatsumaki, but the disaster level of that giant in B City is almost at the dragon level, and only you can contact the S-rank heroes......"

"Smack!"

Before the other end of the phone was finished, Tatsumaki directly used his superpower to pinch the phone and burst it, turned his head and continued to sleep.

But it didn't take long for Tatsumaki to wake up again with a strange mechanical sound.

"Drop! The interdimensional chat group is loading......"

Tatsumaki continues to sleep.

"Drop! Loaded successfully! ”

Tatsumaki is still enduring it.

"Drop! Please enter a host nickname! ”

Tatsumaki really couldn't stand it, so he used his superpowers to vent fiercely.

If it weren't for the Hero Association's special reinforcement of Tatsumaki's room, I'm afraid the entire room would have been reduced to rubble.

But this is still useless for the chat group, and it still reminds:

"Drop! Please enter a host nickname! ”

Tatsumaki realized that the voice was coming from his own head, so he used his superpower to directly crush the consciousness of all life in the entire room except for his own consciousness.

"Whew~ You're done now!"

The guild added lead to Tatsumaki's room mezzanine to prevent Tatsumaki's superpowers from affecting others.

So only in this room could someone affect the tornado with their spirits.

But......

"Drop! Please enter a host nickname! ”

This is still not very useful for chat groups.

"Ahhh Tatsumaki is going crazy, and this "chat group" is too annoying!

Tatsumaki really couldn't stand the "mental blow" of the interdimensional chat group, so he obediently set up a nickname.

"Drop! Nickname confirmed! ”

"Drop! Group member 'Trembling Tornado' joins the chat group. ”

Tatsumaki sat down in a clean area in his nightgown, and said with a very angry expression, "Humph! If I meet the leader of this group, I will definitely teach him a good lesson! ”

(Azathoth: Ah, cut!) Feel like someone is scolding me? Delusion! Someone dares to scold the outer gods? Tomie must have done it. )

(Tomie: ??? Who did I recruit and who did I mess with? )