Although she didn’t name names, it was obvious that Shang Jingyan was responding to the controversy—her stance was firm yet highly entertaining.
The administrator couldn’t help but chuckle but didn’t have time to comment further, hurrying back into the plot.
After the male lead regained all his memories, he sat in the interrogation room in a daze. He had only been deceiving himself—he hadn’t truly forgotten. Otherwise, why did he sense something was off the very first night he entered the ancient castle?
Now, there was no escaping it.
The officer said, “Think carefully about it yourself.”
The male lead’s lips trembled slightly. “Then… what do you want me to do?”
“With our strength alone, we can’t easily suppress the Eldritch God. We need your cooperation.”
The officer laid out humanity’s plan: to send the male lead back first and have him lure the Eldritch God to a place suitable for capture.
From her words, both the male lead and the audience learned that the female lead had temporarily returned to the depths of the sea to rest; she wouldn’t know about his agreement with the humans.
They hadn’t gone to the castle to catch the two of them outright but to negotiate with him during the Eldritch God’s absence.
The plot of Eldritch God wasn’t complicated. After all, for interstellar citizens experiencing horror for the first time, simple visual impact was already overwhelming—adding a complex plot would only muddle things.
The audience had vaguely guessed the direction of the story: the male lead would betray them and side with the Eldritch God—they just didn’t know how it would end.
[How are they so sure the male lead will cooperate? He’s so obsessively in love.]
[From a normal person’s standpoint, he should cooperate. The question is—how much “normal” does he have left? (…)]
[I think the humans are just trying their luck! They can’t capture her directly anyway, so this is worth a shot.]
[Honestly, the Eldritch God is so unlucky. She didn’t even come here voluntarily, yet she’s treated as a major threat.]
The male lead returned, dazed.
A few days later, the female lead indeed came back. They went on a date to an amusement park.
[Wow, Jingyan really knows how to save money—look at all the default NPC models in this park.]
[Jingyan (crying), I even tipped you last time. Some things are worth spending on!]
[Looks like a conference of hundreds of zombies! That little boy’s face is clipping through!]
While waiting in line, the female lead noticed his absent-mindedness and asked,
“Has something happened these days?”
She stood in the morning light, tilting her head with a smile, her hair tousled by the wind, her white dress fluttering—the sunrise blurred the line between reality and illusion.
The administrator, though accustomed to countless beauties, was still struck by this scene.
Portraying beauty isn’t just about imagining a pretty face. Light, angle, perspective, composition—any factor can affect the final result.
A low-level Dreamweaver, even with the most popular celebrity face, would still produce something bland; a high-level one could create stunning allure even with a minor star.
Here, Jingyan Suoyouren was clearly the latter.
Under her hand, the heroine was breathtakingly beautiful. Her beauty was so abrupt that, against the backdrop of eerie, uncanny bystanders, it evoked a chilling sense of horror.
The viewers in the livestream might not know the technicalities, but they could feel how captivating this shot was:
[Which celebrity is the heroine based on? Never seen her before—how is she not famous already?]
[This scene is like a dream, but there’s something eerie about its beauty…]
[Am I the only one feeling an oppressive vibe here? Her gaze is so cold…]
[Same. If I were the male lead, I’d have confessed everything by now.]
The male lead casually made an excuse: “Ah, no… I just… felt annoyed by the crowd.”
The female lead blinked, then suddenly raised her hand.
As if someone had pressed pause, in an instant, the carousel, the roller coaster, the drop tower—all froze.
The bustling park fell silent, the visitors all turned their heads in unison to stare at them.
“So many people…”
“So many…”
“Must… make way…”
“Make way…”
“Please leave…”
“Leave…”
[HOLY—this is terrifying!]
[I’m going to have nightmares!]
[My heart almost overloaded!]
The murmurs of the crowd overlapped like echoes in a canyon. They moved mechanically like puppets, clearing a path for the two of them. Even those on the rides scrambled down.
Centered on the pair, the crowd parted.
It was a chilling scene—the barrage of comments flooded the screen. The uncanny valley effect peaked at this moment, making it feel like the two protagonists were the real intruders.
The female lead calmly lowered her hand, smiling. “Darling, it’s clear now.”
The male lead, however, wasn’t frightened—he stared blankly. When the Ferris wheel reached its peak, the female lead said, “Darling, I’m about to return to where I came from. But before I leave, I’ve prepared our new home.”
Her black eyes gazed at him. “So, what is your choice?”
That earlier thoughtful pause now made sense—she had been hesitating: should she kill him and return to the deep sea, or should she take him along?
She even gave him the choice—and “prepared a new home.”
The background music swelled. The male lead lowered his head, memories flashing by.
Why had his previous girlfriend left him?
Because his love was too twisted—it suffocated every normal person.
But the Eldritch God could bear such love. To her, humans were as harmless as kittens, puppies… even ants. And every owner loves a pet’s affection.
Just then, a loud explosion echoed outside. The Ferris wheel trembled violently.
Golden array circuits climbed up its frame. Startled, the male lead looked down—black-clad figures were surging in, led by that silver-haired, green-eyed officer!
This wasn’t the agreed location—humans had never trusted him fully. They had chosen to ambush.
The female lead’s expression darkened. The Ferris wheel swayed precariously—just as it was about to collapse, black tentacles tore through the void, wrapping around it!
The air screamed and twisted as the Eldritch God descended, thunder and torrential rain crashing down.
The administrator hadn’t expected such a grand spectacle in an independent Dreamweaver’s work—the next ten minutes were a thrilling chase.
Buildings in the park were destroyed, sound and light effects in full swing—one of the drama’s climaxes. She was on edge.
[Goodness—this is supposed to be a newbie Dreamweaver??]
[This is so intense! I’m actually rooting for the Eldritch God now!]
At the final moment, the male lead broke free from the humans’ protective formation, leaping from the Ferris wheel. He said:
“I choose to leave with you.”
The tentacles carried him into the storm clouds. When they finally set him down, they were at the shore.
Dark clouds churned above the sea. The male lead stood drenched on the sand, squinting at the tentacles hidden among the waves and clouds—he couldn’t make them out clearly. Only the female lead before him was distinct.
From here, he would walk a path of no return. Before placing his hand in hers, he asked:
“Is… she still there?”
The female lead sang softly, “Abandon this vessel, and I shall grant her rebirth.”
She held his hand, step by step leading him into the sea. The waves covered their heads. Moments later, black matter surged from within her, covering her body.
When it receded, a small girl floated on the surface, pushed ashore by the waves.
[His ex? Did the Eldritch God revive her??]
[See? The Eldritch God isn’t that bad—she even returned what she took.]
[Wake up, people! Remember how she ate that seagull!]
This marked the final separation between the male lead and his past.
The whole story, until now, had never shown the female lead’s true form—only her tentacles. Now, for the first time, there was a glimpse—but not entirely.
Shang Jingyan showed only a single eye.
In the deep, abyssal blue waters, a golden eye slowly opened. Its iris shone like a jewel—one glance was enough to make one drown in its haunting beauty.
It was so enormous that the male lead floated above its long, narrow pupil, as though on a tiny, dark lake.
If one eye was this large, how massive was her true body? How many eyes did she truly possess? No one knew.
The unknown is the most terrifying thing—human imagination paints fear darker than reality.
Seven days later.
The radio played weather reports, the announcer read the news.
The amusement park was lively, the police busy, streets bustling as usual—life went on. It was as if the Eldritch God had never appeared.
The little girl passed genetic testing—she was normal, just a miniature version of the ex-girlfriend. Perhaps, in the unknown realm of theology, they were the same “soul.”
Her parents, unable to overcome their grief, adopted the girl.
News showed the male lead’s photo, declaring him drowned at sea.
But the scene quickly shifted—to the deep ocean.
The camera revealed a colorful coral reef, and among it, a young man slept.
He frowned in his sleep, restless, then opened his eyes irritably.
A vast shadow loomed overhead. When he looked up and saw her, his expression softened.
A layered, feminine voice echoed from all directions—
“Darling, did you have a nightmare again?”
The screen faded to black.
The administrator, who had held her breath the whole time, finally exhaled dreamily. Seeing the words “The End,” she felt an unexpected pang of reluctance.
Too many emotions swirled in her mind to express; only her pounding heart told the truth.
[What a callback to the beginning! The male lead’s feelings may have changed, but my fear feels the same—how is that possible…]
[We never saw the female lead’s true form! Judging by that shadow, she’s not even humanoid, yet he loves her?]
[This feels strangely sweet?? The ex got closure, was revived, and the two lunatics are now together—no one got hurt!]
[Not only was it mutual, it was a happy ending—never saw that coming!]
[I get it now. Isn’t this a kind of “divine” love?]
[Others have mutual love, you two have mutual pathology!]
From the amusement park scene onward, the barrage exploded—comments filled the screen like a dense swarm.
The administrator paused, then chose to do what she wanted most: watch the chaos unfold.
What about those who had doubted Eldritch God? How broken were they now?
