Editing HEAVY OBJECT:Volume10 Chapter 1 (section)

===Part 15===

“Over here, over here.”

After watching the conclusion in the flow of data, Yog-Sothoth turned toward a male voice.

The cold ocean was still covered in ice, but one spot was broken. Poking up through that spot was the kind of smuggling submarine used by criminal organizations to transport weapons, drugs, and the humans to be their products.

It was not a military model, so it was colored blue with yellow lines like some unsold basketball shoes sitting on the store shelf.

The man who had spoken had his upper body sticking out of the top hatch and he waved cheerfully toward Yog-Sothoth.

“I can’t get any closer. I know it’s scary, but you need to walk across the ice.”

She did as told and arrived at the submarine in her skiwear.

The inside was surprisingly roomy. It had enough space to hold a small truck and that was probably why it had been chosen for smuggling.

“I sent up an antenna buoy for communications, so I know the situation. It’s a shame what happened to Newsmaker.”

The man started speaking as the submarine dove below the ice. There did not seem to be any other crew, so he must have been able to control it all on his own.

“I’ll take you to the Alaska district battlefield country. I don’t care what you do then.”

“Thanks.”

Yog-Sothoth leaned against the wall instead of sitting on the floor.

“Newsmaker and the Crown of the Northern Lights were wiped out, so why did you still pick me up?”

“They paid me some up front, so I’ll do enough to cover that. I’m a professional after all,” simply said the man. “Also, Newsmaker accomplished the bare minimum, so I need to reward him for that.”

“?”

“Of course, defeating the Object by successfully destroying the psyche of the Pilot Elite would have been best, but even the attempt will make the military panic. What mattered was getting the term ‘Sixth Branch’ out there. The Capitalist Corporations, Legitimacy Kingdom, Faith Organization, and Information Alliance are probably going to be in a rush to work together and put out this fire. That’s exactly what we wanted. I’ll make sure to help with what comes next.”

“Wait a second. What are you even talking about?”

“Who do you think you’re talking to right now?”

The man calmly turned around.

The gentle and cheerful atmosphere had utterly vanished. Instead, he had delicate but disturbing features that were realistic yet awkward, like a doll with thin rubber coating it.

Only then did Yog-Sothoth catch on.

This was the result of undergoing cosmetic surgery again and again, allowing the slight marks to accumulate. It all looked fine normally, but when the facial muscles moved too much, a distortion became apparent.

“Members of the Outer Gods do not know the identities of the other members. They only know the organization exists and that they are a part of it. It is the most secret and most unique intelligence agency within the Capitalist Corporations.”

“You don’t mean…”

“The information only ever moves in a single direction. The superiors know all about who works below them, but the reverse never happens. The older members know all about the new members, but the reverse never happens. Do you understand now?”

“You don’t mean…!!”

A certain possibility finally occurred to Yog-Sothoth.

Newsmaker and the Crown of the Northern Lights had saved her, but what if they had been unwittingly assisting some other project entirely?

What if a world power had been trying to bring chaos to their enemies by supporting a terrorist or guerrilla group as they often did?

A deep, rubbery smile appeared on the face of this man who was in even deeper than her.

“I’m Nyarlathotep. Nice to meet you, newcomer.”

That was an evil god said to have a thousand faces.

It was the name of a trickster that used great malice and an icy smile to drive everything toward chaos and despair.

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