Chương 109: Two-And-A-Half-Years-old (8) First Worshipper…?

Okay what the fuck is happening? Why is there a man on his knees. In the middle of a dark and bloody room, a butcher room, with dozens upon dozens of animal carcass, hanging, and put into neat piles, butchered and ready to eat. Why is there a bald man with a stubble on his knees in front of me. Clasping his hands together. Interlocking his fingers and waving his arms at me like a desperate widow praying to a god? Why does this man has his eyes closed, and his head tilted down, chin against his chest as he...

whistles? It's.... What? Tending my ear closer, I focus on the sound he's letting out. It's a whistle. He's whistling to me. He's... It's a small whistle. A tender and gentle whistle that is more melodic than loud or sharp. It's just a subdued whistle. What the fuck man? Did he call me worm? Wait did he just called me worm god?

My hand comes up to rub my face and his entire body flinches as he bows harder and start whistling faster, the only moment he takes to break it is to inhale while saying "worm god" I look down at my hand. At the hand he sees, the illusions he sees. The illusion I see. My flow dancing in both of our brain. And I see a blurry dark hand, like a shadowy mist, I can't figure out if my arm is baby sized or adult sized or giant sized, which is the goal. But like. Damn. I let my arm drop back on my side.

Way more aware of every single one of my movements to avoid spooking the guy. Uh... should I ask if he's fine? I mean... I guess? But wouldn't it break my whole character if I start asking if he's fine? I mean.

"Uhhhh" My "uh" of confusion comes out as a low gritty growl, a growl that pops like a bubbling piece of pus, voice popping, gnarly clicker sounds escaping me. Ah. I forgot about that. But he definetly didn't as he starts moving around and whistling harder before switching... to... whispering?

"Thewormgodthewormgodthewormgodthewormgodthewormgodthewormgodthewormgoddon'tkillmethewormgod" Okay... Well. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. I guess I can check the 'threatening' out of my list. His whispering get higher, and higher, until he starts talking in a loud voice in a loud loud voice. Loud loud loud loud voice.

"The worm god is filled with misericor&dia, life is tough but the worm god sh$all allow you to f#east on the rest of his hunts, his ap&petite is not for mortal flesh like any normal human, his appetite is for the slaughter that come-!"

"SLAUGHTHER!? THE FUCK YOU MEAN!!" He shrieks the fuck out almost bolt away but bow his head harder instead and start SCREAMING he starts SCREAMING HIS PRAYERS! Not literally but he talks so loud it's almost is as if he's doing it.

"THE WORM GOD SORRY WORM GOD! My lowly self dared to assume the desire and hunger for the worm god, the worm god is merciful and simply removes anything that does not deserve to be around it's wormy sel-!"

"WORMY SELF!?" Again. He shrieks. And raise his tone even more.

"Wormy is wormy the wormy wormy god the worm god is the wormiest of all worms because he's not a worm he kills worms and he's wormy and extremely sneaky and wormy and he implodes everything before playing with his preys and letting unworthy humans such as myself clean his tracks as the wormiest of all worms-" I'm gonna kill him "-the wormiest of the wormiest is the wormy-" I take a deep breath and stop myself from lashing out again "-the wormiest of all worms love the rain-" I what now? Fuck the rain.

I would have screamed again. Like the last two times. But in the end I decide not to do that as his current state is... quite worrying. I'll just. Stay there. Be calm. And let him evacuate everything out of his system before I give him an heart attack. He looks like he's about to have an heart attack after all. He even started to use words I can't understand again. Well, I can guess them. And I'm pretty sure that 'ap&petite' = 'appetite' but damn... To use words I never heard in Japanese? Bro.

I've been studying it since I was born. I mean. I'm not that scary now am I?

"The worm god kills all that reaches his sight. Wolves cannot penetrate his tough shadowy skin. Giant worms cannot but wriggle under his deadly power. Rabbits must run and freeze when feeling his presence looming in the air. Hares cannot see or feel him before their head get drilled. Birds, hawks, eagles, falcons, of all size and maturity learned from the incessent death, they believed the air could protect them, that if they flew fast and high enough the worm god would be shackled to the earth.

But the worm god is not a mortal, the worm god is not constraint by the limit of humans, all birds will die under his deadly red glare, when he allows them to see him, as the worm god is invisible under the rain, nobody can feel or see him, his greatness too powerful and too violent for the human mind to understand those evil and unnatural colors emanating from the worm god-" Oh.... well. If you say it like that I do sounds kind of scary. But... i mean. Uh. Well. You know. Uh.. I wanna go home.

"This despicable insect apologize to your greatness worm god-" oh! He's talking to me! Finally. He stopped shaking, he's probably calming down, that's great!

"-I should have never tried to abuse of your trust-" What is he telling now? Eh whatever. Whatever happens nebe, whatever he says, do not react, do not scream, or he'll panic again, be chill nebe, you have an effect on this guy, it is your responsibility to be the calmer person "-I should have never stolen your kills I shall sto-!"

"DON'T YOU EVEN DARE!" My voice sounds weird in my ears. Mid talking, mid clicking sounds from the last of us, my cute baby voice appears for half a second. Without any hesitation, I inspect his illusions and fix up any holes this surge of emotion in me caused. Fuck. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to find the fraud as he jumps in fear. Literally. From his knees. He jumps like a cat when you spook them, and then he falls back on his knees to beg for forgiveness. Shit. Almost messed up my own illusion I swear. I just.

You know, I use the guy to hide the corpses I leave around, so if he stops, my grandfather gonna smell out something and like. I just can't afford this. So I panicked a bit. Well. He panicked too. I look at him. A deep sense of exhaustion envlopping my entire body as he starts talking about my exploits and how worms are stronger than snakes -since when? SINCE WHEN!? - and whistle around as if this was supposed to calm me, talking about all the kills I ever did between each whistles. Urghhh. Should I shut him up?

Scream shut up and go on with it? Well... Say shut up, help my mom, and go fuck yourself. Maybe? I don't know. I need to have a close relationship for my mother sake and all, so like? Urgh. With a sigh that I restrain to avoid scaring him to death again, I listen about how much I love wriggling in the rain -I'm gonna go FUCKING crazy- and wait for my opportunity to talk. For real this time.