No, impossible. Not a trace of supernatural energy radiates from this guy—there’s no way he’s an ability user.

The youths remained on guard, eyes sharp with suspicion.

“How were your caretakers teaching you?” Lu Feng asked calmly.

All of them had grown up inside the Azure Feather Society. “Caretakers” meant the Society’s current authorities.

“Are we exposed?” another youth whispered to A Biao, their leader.

“Shouldn’t be,” A Biao replied, outwardly composed but inwardly wavering.

Lu Feng’s gaze turned icy. “One question: Do you have true independent strength? Do you carry enough responsibility?”

“…No…” the youngest youth murmured, dazed.

They were just a recon squad—useless in direct combat.

“No strength, yet you dare peer into the abyss? Do you wish to drag your elders into eternal ruin?” Lu Feng’s voice cracked like a whip.

*Extortion is a crime. For minors, parents bear the compensation.*

What nonsense? The leader bristled—then froze as Lu Feng stepped behind the counter and pulled something out.

A box of medicated plasters? The youths blinked in confusion.

Lu Feng, ever the master of verbal guidance, resolved to steer these lost lambs from the wrong path.

*Middle-aged aches are real… time for a gentle nudge toward filial piety.*

“What is this?! Stop playing dumb!” A Biao roared.

“This saves you from the abyss, O lost lambs,” Lu Feng said serenely, hands giving a subtle flourish.

*To counter chuunibyou, wield chuunibyou.*

“Lost lambs? I—” A Biao snatched a plaster and slapped it on the glass counter—then stiffened.

A faint tickle. Through the wrapper, something thin writhed, straining to break free. Circular, sucker-like patterns dotted its surface…

Th-this… what *is* this?!

Horror flashed across every face. Then the unassuming clinic doctor spoke again, voice low and calm:

“When you gaze into the abyss… the abyss gazes back.”

The words struck like thunder.

*The abyss… watching us…*

How could he produce this? Who *is* he? Not human—what *is* he?!

“…Cthulhu… lives in the abyss…” stammered the bespectacled youth, face ashen.

*Cthulhu’s remnants?* A Biao stared at the “salvation,” palm trembling.

“Correct! Cthulhu dwells in the abyss! One step further—eternal damnation! Your families share the same fate!” Lu Feng slammed the counter, rising sharply.

*Police records ruin futures. Families suffer.*

For chuunibyou minds, comparing crime’s abyss to Cthulhu fit perfectly—and their panic proved it resonated.

Lu Feng seized the moment.

“Tremble, my children! Great Cthulhu guides you into the lightless abyss! His lantern-bright, colossal eyes light your path to hell!”

“The abyss and hell—will you step forward to become Cthulhu’s servants? Condemn your parents, siblings, loved ones to endless torment?”

His gaze sharpened.

A life-or-death choice. A warning bell rang in every heart.

*He holds Cthulhu’s remnants. He’s the emissary. This is sacred ground. Provoking him means provoking Cthulhu!*

A Biao’s knees buckled; he stumbled back. Others retreated, faces pale with terror.

*Oh ho—scared the scheme’s exposed?* Lu Feng almost smiled.

*Still… save the lambs. A scare, not the station.*

“But turn back while you can. Never peer into the abyss again.” Hands clasped behind his back, gaze tilted forty-five degrees upward, voice aged and solemn.

“Y-yes… we heed your teachings…” A Biao bowed instinctively before overwhelming presence.

They turned to flee—but Lu Feng called them back.

Mechanically, they turned. He repackaged the eerie box and pressed it into A Biao’s hands.

“Remember my words. This saves you from the abyss.”

No longer just plasters. A gift for parents. Proof of filial awakening. A turning point for lost lambs.

“Deliver these to your elders,” Lu Feng said softly.

*Proof for the Azure Feather Society’s authorities…*

*These Cthulhu slices—priceless, regardless of use…*

“What price must we pay?” A Biao swallowed hard, voice shaky.

“Eighty yuan,” Lu Feng waved dismissively.

*Eighty yuan… a warning token for future troublemakers.*

*Shen Zhan was warned once. The Society ignored it. Now the emissary shows true remnants…*

“Yes… we’ll comply,” A Biao whispered, cradling the box like sacred relics.

*Of course they’re moved. First step home. Remembering parental love. Feeling their pain.*

Lu Feng accepted the hundred-yuan bill with quiet satisfaction.