Lovecraftian World, But I Spread Curses – Chapter 229

Chosen Alliance

Chapter 229: Chosen Alliance

Just like the Mysterious Group in the Shenzhou Region, the Anomaly Biological Foundation in the New York region, in the Circum-Pacific Region there is also an Investigator Organization specifically responsible for anomalies in that region.

This organization, due to changes over time, merged from dozens of small organizations in the Circum-Pacific Region, with the Chosen Alliance from Sakura Island at the lead, thus the organization was named the Chosen Alliance.

This fox-faced man who appeared in the hospital room at some unknown time was from the Chosen Alliance. He Jia’an had a clear idea and was mentally prepared; just based on his activities on Sakura Island, it was hard to avoid the Chosen Alliance’s eyes.

He Jia’an did not answer the other party immediately, but perceived his own condition. Although his whole body was in pain, he had strength, and overall it was not bad. It seemed that his experience in the Inner World had not left him with any fatal hidden dangers.

Seeing this, the fox-faced man was not angry, and smiled humbly: “How rude, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I am an S-rank investigator from the Chosen Alliance. My name is Matsumoto Gin.”

After hearing the other’s self-introduction, He Jia’an finally turned his gaze to that smiling face: “What you said earlier was a bit off. I didn’t escape; I left a note and was normally discharged.”

Matsumoto Gin slightly opened his eyes, a hint of strange amusement in his small eyes, “Since you think you were normally discharged, then so be it.”

“What about that female high school student who was with me?” He Jia’an looked around and realized he was in a luxurious single hospital room.

Matsumoto Gin smiled and said: “You can rest assured. Miss Misaki is fine now; she might be in the hospital’s restaurant eating breakfast. I heard the girl has quite an appetite.”

He Jia’an was slightly relieved and looked at Matsumoto Gin: “Then, Mr. Matsumoto, do you have any questions to ask?”

“You can just call me by name.” Matsumoto Gin said in a friendly tone, “As for the questions I want to ask, there are actually quite a few. First of all, I want to understand what happened to you and Miss Misaki the night before last.”

“The night before last? It’s already been that long?” He Jia’an frowned slightly. This meant that the time for Misaki Naomi’s Miyako’s Curse to take effect was not far off, with less than three days left. He was a bit distracted as he gave Matsumoto Gin a general account of the anomalous experience of the night visit to Kisaragi High School.

Matsumoto Gin nodded: “I see, it’s pretty much the same as what Miss Misaki said.”

He Jia’an’s expression was calm, his gaze without ripple. He had told the truth, but had slightly withheld some details in his narration.

“So, how did you two escape?” Matsumoto Gin asked curiously, “After all, before you escaped, you were chased by that being, right? How did you escape from It?”

“Come to think of it, I also find it a bit strange. I thought I would be eaten, but It ran away first. Even though I avoided being eaten by the other party, I still fell half to death. See.” Lying on the bed, He Jia’an lifted his two arms, which were covered in wounds and bandages.

Matsumoto Gin: “Do you have any idea what the reason might be?”

“I don’t know.” He Jia’an shook his head, saying thoughtfully, “Maybe it’s because Naomi herself was influenced by the blessing.”

“Blessing?” Matsumoto Gin opened his eyes. Actually, his eyes were not small; he was just used to this smiling demeanor. Hearing this familiar yet “fresh” concept immediately caught his attention. “May I ask what you mean by blessing?”

“Do you know about Miyako’s Curse circulating at Kisaragi High School?” He Jia’an asked.

Matsumoto Gin narrowed his eyes, “I’ve heard a little. I heard Miss Misaki say you were investigating this matter, and the night visit to Kisaragi High School the night before last was supposedly because of this. Could you share the intelligence you’ve collected with us?”

……

“Thank you for your cooperation. I’ve learned a lot.” After ending the interrogation, Matsumoto Gin thanked He Jia’an and said straightforwardly before leaving the hospital room, “Please leave the rest to our Chosen Alliance. Tomorrow, your organization will send someone to pick you up. Until then, please rest well here. Oh right, we allow Miss Misaki to visit you, so you don’t need to worry or fear not seeing her. Well then, I’ll take my leave.”

He Jia’an withdrew his gaze from the closed hospital room door, his eyes looking at the ceiling and the IV drip, his heart secretly planning his next actions.

Whether for himself or for Misaki Naomi, he could not possibly stay obediently in bed. He decided to find a chance to slip out.

Not long after Matsumoto Gin left, the hospital room door opened again. Misaki Naomi, wearing hospital clothes, bounced in energetically. Seeing the awakened He Jia’an, the girl happily ran over hopping and jumping.

“Don’t pounce, it hurts.” He Jia’an keenly noticed Misaki Naomi’s action and immediately stopped her behavior.

Misaki Naomi abruptly stopped just before pouncing onto the bed, then squatted down, held He Jia’an’s right hand with both hands, and rested her forehead on the back of his hand, gently caressing it: “Uncle, I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Of course I’ll be okay.” He Jia’an changed the subject and asked with concern in return, “What about you? You didn’t get hurt later, right?”

After all, he had passed out halfway, and didn’t know if Misaki Naomi had encountered any danger afterward. Although he actually knew that with Xin Junmao’s character, he wouldn’t just stand by and do nothing to them. Even if he didn’t want to appear in front of Misaki Naomi, he would provide protection in secret.

Misaki Naomi shook her head and smiled lightly: “It’s great, we’re both alive and out.”

“Your matter isn’t over yet.” He Jia’an did not feel relaxed and reminded her seriously.

“It’s okay, there’s still some time, right?” Misaki Naomi grabbed He Jia’an’s hand and placed his palm on her head, her beautiful eyes soft, “If we can break free from Miyako’s Curse, that would naturally be best, but if not, I’m not forcing it now.”

“Hey, Uncle, can you spend the next few days with Naomi properly?” Misaki Naomi made a request, her lovely eyes expectant, “Leave the rest to the Chosen Alliance people to handle.”

“I’m not reassured with them handling things, and I said I would definitely save you.” He Jia’an did not agree immediately and said seriously, “I remember you said back then that you wanted me to wait for you to graduate. I didn’t hear what came after clearly, but it should be something you want to do together with me. I will definitely accompany you to complete it, so… before that, don’t give up. Wait for me to save you.”

“Uncle… You’re clearly an uncle, but you really know how to act cool.” Misaki Naomi suddenly puffed her cheeks, flung off He Jia’an’s hand, seeming a bit angry and a bit happy.

Lovecraftian World, But I Spread Curses

Lovecraftian World, But I Spread Curses

克系世界,但我散播诅咒
Score 9
Status: Ongoing Author: Released: 2022 Native Language: Chinese
Humans in this world are too vulnerable; seeing a winged hound in a graveyard causes them to lose their reason, a mere glance at a statue of a tentacled bodhisattva in a crowd leads to endless nightmares and inability to eat or sleep, a fleeting glimpse of a black goat's hoof under the forest shade sends them into a panic... they are simply too vulnerable! People's joys and sorrows are not interconnected. They all seem to live in unease and fear, but Lin Ling only finds them noisy. "The best method to eliminate fear is to face it. This is a video tape full of blessings." Lin Ling handed a black video tape to the guest who suffered from dimensional power intrusions daily, and smiled, "If it's useful, don't forget a five-star good review." Setting up a small dwelling in the forest, the small dwelling sells various consecrated and blessed objects. The boss is actually a mental patient who has transmigrated. He never worries about someone giving his small shop a bad review. [Note 1] This might be a grand collision between Eastern Mysticism and Lovecraftian Power. [Note 2] The story is largely told from a unit perspective. [Note 3] The author is perfectly sane.

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