Chapter 413: Meaningless Time

Chapter 413: Meaningless Time

This feeling was unprecedented.

Even when they first stepped into the Hall of Stars, it wasn't this intense.

Today, the figure of the stars seemed much grander than usual.

He still sat quietly, with no other emotions flowing in his eyes, but the aura he exuded could make them tremble.

A form of rank suppression?

Like a superior looking down on inferiors?

They couldn't quite describe this feeling, but one thing was certain: the stars were in a better state than before.

The starry sky seemed closer than ever.

The Mother Tree of Desire and other beings were lost in their own thoughts. Even the Lamp God, who usually loved to talk and show off, was unusually quiet today.

Otherwise, with his usual temperament, he would have already started joking with the newly arrived Primordial Hunger or deliberately mocking him.

However, the Primordial Hunger didn't feel much of anything. To him, the stars should always have been in such a state.

Hastur just calmly watched them, with no desire to speak.

After a brief silence, the Primordial Hunger took the initiative to greet the Mother Tree of Desire and the High-Dimensional Overseer .

He was new here and had to show some humility as a newcomer.

As for the Supernova Dominator and the Lamp God, he deliberately ignored them. He had no fondness for these two; he had grudges with the Supernova Dominator, and as for the Lamp God, the Child of Chaos, he simply found his talkative and annoying nature unbearable.

The Lamp God, feeling deliberately ignored, was instantly infuriated. He first glanced at Hastur, seeing no reaction, just a calm gaze, which made him feel less restrained.

He began to team up with the Supernova Dominator to target the Primordial Hunger, deliberately bringing up his embarrassing moments and revealing his secrets.

"Heh, your habit of eating everything will get you into trouble one day."

"Right, like you, being tricked into a wish-granting lamp by the lord of the Mysterious. Who knew you had a fetish for granting wishes? Child of Chaos, how about changing your name to the Lord of Wishes? Perfect for being a subordinate to the lord of the Mysterious."

The Primordial Hunger, silent for a long time, finally found a chance to mock the Lamp God. This series of jabs left the Lamp God stunned for a moment.

The Supernova Dominator wisely withdrew from the battlefield, enjoying the fluctuating expressions on the Lamp God's face.

After being mocked by the Primordial Hunger, the Lamp God couldn't care less about the stars watching and started to furiously retort.

The Primordial Hunger was not good with words. Besides hitting the sore spot of the Lamp God's relationship with the lord of the Mysterious, he didn't know how to counter in other areas, which is why he disliked the talkative and annoying Child of Chaos.

In the end, every time the Lamp God said something, he would bring up the lord of the Mysterious, which only infuriated the Lamp God more.

Hastur just watched calmly. He suddenly realized that the so-called Outer Gods and Old Ones were not much different from those living on the ground in some aspects.

They too would get angry, attack each other, start wars, and engage in sarcastic banter, displaying various complex emotions similar to humans.

Or rather, it should be said that humans are like them. Before there were humans, they had already roamed the stars for countless years.

Humans might just be the inadvertent creation of some Outer God or Old One.

As the small commotion ended, the Lamp God, thinking he had the upper hand, looked at the Primordial Hunger with a victorious and disdainful gaze. In response to his provocative and arrogant look, the Primordial Hunger simply transformed into a planet, as if entering sleep mode.

The Lamp God snorted, as if saying, "You think you can argue with me?"

After dealing with the Primordial Hunger, the Lamp God turned his attention to the Supernova Dominator, who had just retreated, and mercilessly mocked, "I only recently realized that your intelligence is barely on par with the Primordial Hunger, being tricked by the Eternal Blazing Sun."

Anticipating the Lamp God's attack, the Supernova Dominator calmly replied, "The outcome between us is yet to be determined. Overconfidence will only lead to destruction."

"Heh, don't make it sound so noble. You clearly fell into a trap and then went along with it."

"Is being trapped in a wish-granting lamp also going along with it?"

Facing the Lamp God's difficulty, the Supernova Dominator naturally shifted the topic to the lord of the Mysterious, the only blemish on the Lamp God.

The Lamp God's face turned cold. "The Eternal Blazing Sun isn't even worthy to serve the lord of the Mysterious."

"Oh, since when did you start defending the lord of the Mysterious?"

"I'm just stating facts."

"So am I."

"..."

Facing the slippery Supernova Dominator, the Lamp God felt at a loss for words and could only retract his claws, silently cursing the lord of the Mysterious in his heart.

Is this the Star Council?

Listening from beginning to end, Hastur felt that this scene seemed out of place with the Star Council.

Shouldn't they be discussing grander matters?

Why did it feel like a group of children bickering for fun?

Hastur looked at the boundless starry sky, observing for a while, and seemed to understand the reason for their behavior.

Destroying a planet or witnessing some cosmic spectacle was as ordinary to them as eating and drinking. Discussing such matters was meaningless.

Bickering with beings of the same level, even just for fun, was more interesting to them.

Especially seeing others embarrassed made them even happier.

As Hastur pondered in silence, the High-Dimensional Overseer ' gaze turned to him, "Stars, you seem to be in better shape recently, and this place feels closer to the stars."

"The starry sky is at my fingertips."

Hastur slowly reached out and pointed forward, causing the starry sky to ripple like waves.

"Does this mean the end is nearer?" asked the Mother Tree of Desire.

"Do you see the initial barrier?"

As he spoke, a transparent barrier separated the starry sky from the real world.

Although the initial barrier had many cracks of varying sizes, it still stood firm, protected by gods like the Night Goddess.

Through the Hall of Stars, the Mother Tree of Desire, the Supernova Dominator, and the Primordial Hunger saw the seemingly fragile initial barrier and the Outer Gods and Old Ones coveting Earth.

Greedy faces almost covered the entire surface of the Earth.

The Lamp God smiled smugly, "Tsk tsk, what ugly faces. Too bad they can't get in."

Besides the stars, only he was within the initial barrier. Seeing the Outer Gods and Old Ones longing for his world made him feel particularly pleased.

No wonder they all disliked him; it was out of jealousy.

The Lamp God found a suitable reason for his unpopularity.

The Mother Tree of Desire, the Supernova Dominator, and the Primordial Hunger looked at each other. Although this was normal, seeing their eager faces to break into the real world in the Hall of Stars, especially in front of the stars and the Lamp God, felt shameful.

But only for a moment. Shame meant little to them; they simply didn't want to give the Lamp God a reason to mock them.

As for the stars, he observed everything.

The High-Dimensional Overseer were also in a good mood. Previously, to avoid the stars' gaze, they had hidden away. Now, there was no trace of their ugly appearance in the starry sky outside Earth.

After a brief silence, the Mother Tree of Desire, the Supernova Dominator, and the Primordial Hunger lost interest in further conversation, especially seeing the Lamp God's malicious smile and the High-Dimensional Overseer ' meaningful gaze.

Hastur glanced at them and announced the end of this Star Council meeting.

After sending them off, Hastur sat alone, calmly observing everything before him.

He thought he could sit like this until the next Star Council meeting, until the end of the world, or until the end of the cosmic starry sky.

He was like a rock by the sea, watching the waves surge and roar day and night. The occasionally high waves were just insignificant ripples.

The starry sky was also a sea, and to him, there was no difference between the two.

The Outer Gods and Old Ones were just louder waves in his eyes.

He sat there, letting time pass.

Time, to him now, was meaningless.

An hour, a day, a month, a year, ten years... such lengths of time were too short for the entire cosmic starry sky, fleeting in an instant.

Until someone called him, he lowered his gaze to the source of the call.

The one calling him was Sharon, and the little cat named Aisala.

She called him Hastur, not the stars.

Hastur just quietly watched until he felt a certain touch in his heart, and his gaze changed slightly.

In his vision, Sharon's expression was somewhat sad as she gazed at an empty house.

The cat named Aisala lay softly on Sharon's shoulder, weakly meowing, as if sadness was about to flow from its eyes.

Hastur continued to watch calmly, his gaze following Sharon and Aisala day by day.

In his vision, Sharon's sadness receded, and she became like a stone statue, gazing out the window as if looking at something.

Aisala lay quietly on the windowsill, occasionally glancing outside, only to retract its gaze in disappointment. Its once shiny black fur had become dry and rough.

This didn't suit it. It should be lying on its back, exposing its soft belly, with its little paws on a fish snack, happily meowing.