OBS Chapter 114 114: The Truth
Chapter 114 114: The Truth
Noah blinked.
His glazed-over eyes cleared, his body swayed slightly as if he had just woken up from a nap and had no idea where the hell he was.
A single thought ran through my head.
Oh, fuck.
He was back.
The real Noah. The one who wasn't a feral, flesh-eating edgelord.
The boy stared at the scene in front of him—at the piles of armor and bones, at the horrified assassins, at the silence that had taken over the room like a funeral.
Then, in the softest, most stupidly confused voice, he said:
"Uh… what happened?"
Oh, for fuck's sake.
I felt like screaming.
No, actually, I felt like throwing myself off a cliff.
How the hell was I supposed to explain to this dumbass that he just went feral and melted people down to their skeletons?!
This wasn't just a "Hey, you blacked out and punched a guy" situation.
No.
He had lost his damn mind, turned into some eldritch nightmare, and gone on a devouring spree.
And now?
Now he was standing there innocently, blinking at the corpses like a clueless toddler trying to understand where the hell his cookies had gone.
I felt a headache forming.
"Uh, Damien?" Noah called again, his voice hesitant as he saw all the gore and felt his phobia kicking in. "I don't… feel so good."
Yeah, no shit, dumbass. You just let an unholy monstrosity take over your body.
I took a deep breath.
This was fine.
I could work with this.
I just had to—
SHIT.
Before I could even think, something shifted in the air.
A presence.
Something divine.
And just like that—
They arrived.
Golden light cracked into existence, the air trembled, and the gods descended.
I felt like crying.
NOT NOW, YOU CELESTIAL ASSHOLES!
Noah flinched at the sudden shift in the atmosphere, his instincts kicking in. "What the hell—?"
"OI, KID, LISTEN TO ME," I snapped into his head, desperate to stop what was about to happen. "Don't freak out!"
"Freak out about what?!"
FUCK.
My non-existent soul wanted to shrivel up and die.
The gods were here, which meant they were about to tell him everything.
They were about to expose the fact that he had gone full psycho mode.
I had exactly five seconds before Noah realized the truth.
So I did what any rational, logical, completely normal system would do.
I lied.
Step One: Confuse the Dumbass
"Noah," I said quickly, my voice firm. "You blacked out."
He tensed. "What do you mean?"
I mentally slapped myself.
ACT NORMAL, DAMIEN.
"You, uh…" I
Nodding in approval, he said.
"Noah's split personality only makes me like him more," the god murmured. "Obviously, I will not disclose this truth to the boy."
I wanted to cry.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to ask him why the fuck he thought this was a good thing.
But I didn't.
Because Noah, the clueless bitch, simply stood there, rubbing his temples, unaware of how badly he had fucked his own ass.
I sighed internally.
At least for now, he wouldn't know.
Not until the fight was over and he returns to his mental space, finding a freakin Godly humanoid Serpent sipping on tea.
Yes.
I just had to shove this weird entity out before that happens—
…How hard could it be?
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