Chapter 649 Hastur is you, the stars are me

Chapter 649 Hastur is you, the stars are me

In the Hall of Stars, Hastur was deprived of control of the Hall of Stars and was imprisoned in his seat and unable to leave. Apart from this, he was not restricted in other aspects.

Hastur also tried to break free from this imprisonment, but it was in vain.

After the attempt failed, he began to carefully observe the Old One Hastur, and saw that He was still concentrating on solidifying his body.

Why didn't He kill me directly, but imprisoned me in the seat?

Is He unable to do it, or does He not want to kill me?

Why is it a bit like the drama between Klein and Amon?

Hastur silently complained in his heart. If this is really the plot, it would be good. After all, the winner in the end is Klein.

Time passed gradually, and Hastur looked beyond the starry sky. He saw a series of familiar Outer Gods, such as the Fallen Mother Goddess, the Mother Tree of Desire, and the Lamp God.

At this moment, they are just guarding the periphery, without any other extra actions. Even the Lamp God is very quiet.

Are they waiting for a result?

Hastur took the opportunity to look at the Ring of Fate again. This being who controls fate will be Will's rival in the future.

Thinking of Will's fate, Hastur's mood improved a lot. Will, who holds the Key of Light, should be able to protect Sharon and Audrey.

The Path of Fate is really an enviable European road!

He was promoted to Sequence 0 and obtained the corresponding source in one day.

Such luck is really too enviable. No wonder the clone of the Mother Tree of Desire was driven crazy.

Hastur quickly retracted his gaze and looked at Hastur, the Old One who had completely solidified his body. He did not speak, but waited for the other party to make a move first.

"Is it time to give my name back to me?" This was the first sentence that Hastur, the Old One, said.

"Hehe, I don't understand what you are saying." Hastur pouted.

He would not say anything like "yes" casually, so as not to let the other party take advantage of the authority he did not understand and completely cut off his life.

"Hasta, this name originally belongs to me. You are just a lucky substitute."

While he was speaking, he walked around and observed everything in the Hall of Stars. "Everything here is the same as before."

"Your name?" Hasta's mouth showed a hint of sneer. "Do you have your own name? Hasta, did you choose this name yourself? This name is just a code name given to you by the world to call you."

"You can call it Hasta, or you can call it Amaowagou, or a simple and easy-to-remember name like Erya Tiedan Wangcai."

"That makes sense." He came to sit down opposite Hasta and smiled, "Since you like the name Hasta, then this name is given to you."

At this moment, Hasta suddenly felt a chill all over his body, as if something unknown would happen after he agreed.

"Hastur was named by the parents of this body, just as you are called Hastur by the world."

"You call yourself this body, it seems that you know very well that you are a thief who survived by replacing the fate of others."

"Thief? In front of you, I dare not call myself a thief. You are a master of theft. Even the Outer Gods such as the Primal Hunger have been fooled by you."

"I didn't kill him. The ones who killed him were the group of spectators who just attacked him."

It is true.

Primal Hunger only had his memory modified, so he mistakenly thought that he was the King in Yellow, the Old One Hastur.

His experience well reflects the horror of dominance.

Hastur sighed in his heart, and did not respond to Hastur's words, but said: "You have completely entered the Hall of Stars and controlled the situation. Why don't you kill me and then leave with the Hall of Stars?"

"I also have no intention of killing you." He looked up at the starry sky in the Hall of Stars and whispered: "After all, we are the only ones from the same universe."

"Hehe, an existence like you will also care about this kind of human emotion?"

"I like walking on the streets of the human world. They are so weak, but they have the most complex inner world. Sometimes I envy their short life."

"Don't be hypocritical here." Hastur sneered "All your observations and experiences are from a different level of life."

"When humans look down at the ants busying around, they sometimes find it interesting, and even fantasize about becoming an ant to experience the world again."

"It may be interesting for a while, but it won't be interesting for a lifetime. After a long time, they still want to return to their human form and distance themselves from tiny creatures like ants."

Faced with such ridicule, He did not feel angry, but spoke gently: "That's why I say that you humans have the most complex inner world."

Hasta did not answer this question again, he just wanted to see what this Hastur wanted to do.

"Your previous guess was correct. You are indeed a tiny soul that was accidentally involved."

"Fate likes jokes, life likes miracles, and your birth perfectly proves these two points."

"This is something that neither I nor the original creator expected. It is a little variable beyond my control."

"So I dropped a golden box from the air, trying to get the story on track, but you have been on guard and never opened it."

"Until you reach the starry sky, you can completely activate the backup plan I left behind and come in to modify this fate that has deviated from the correct direction."

Hasta was just silent, carefully pondering every word of the Old One.

"Now, let's end it all." He stood up, surrounded by starlight, time and space were disordered at this moment, and fate was reversed at this moment.

Hasta was suppressed in his position, and he couldn't even blink his eyelids.

"End this unexpected fate and return my name and fate!"

He shouted in a low voice, and Hasta instantly felt that he was stripped out of the starry sky, surrounded by only endless darkness and coldness.

The distance between him and this starry sky was getting farther and farther, and he became smaller and smaller, as if the timeline was reversed, and he returned to the state of a wisp of soul when he crossed the boundary of the universe.

Is everything over like this?

Hasta was silent, silently feeling this almost suffocating sense of powerlessness.

I am just a soul that was lucky enough to be involved in it. I can regain the identity of Hastur, meet Sharon and Audrey, and spend a happy time. I should be content, right?

I believe that with the care of Will and Klein, they will all live well.

Now I just hope that the Hall of Stars has lost the ability to pass through the initial barrier and keep the Old One outside the initial barrier.

This feeling of suffocation and despair continued until Hastur thought of a question.

He raised his head and looked up at this dark, dead and cold world.

"In your words just now, why did you only mention yourself and the original creator? You don't seem to have directly acknowledged the existence of the stars?"

"What are you hiding?"

"Or are you worried about something?"

Hastur's unhurried voice echoed in this dark and deserted world.

The Hall of Stars belongs to the stars, this is an indisputable fact.

If the Old One Hastur is really the original owner of the Hall of Stars, then He is the stars themselves.

However, in the series of words He just said, He did not mention a word about the stars.

He did not explicitly say that he was the stars themselves.

And where was his true body?

What appeared in the Hall of Stars was just a wisp of consciousness stored in the golden box, and the original hunger was just his incarnation of the Yellow King, so what about himself?

Where was his true body?

At such a great moment of welcoming back the Hall of Stars, shouldn’t his true body appear?

There were too many flaws that were hard to figure out and explain.

Just after Hastur asked this series of questions, stars lit up one after another in this dark world, first one by one, then in groups, together outlining a brilliant starry sky.

After another distraction, Hastur returned to the Hall of Stars and still sat in the same position.

It turned out that he had never left the Hall of Stars. He was here, in this Hall of Stars.

Hastur looked at Hastur, the Old One who was still sitting opposite him. His expression suddenly became complicated, but finally calmed down: "I think I can answer your original question now."

"Don't you want to get the name Hastur back?"

"It's a very simple thing."

"Because." Hastur paused for a moment: "Hasta is you, and the stars... are me."