The novel had originally been written to the end, leaving only half a blank page, but for some reason a stack of pages was added at the end, and the handwriting began to appear quickly.
The first words are all in beautiful cursive, and you can see the traces of handwriting, but the font spacing is very particular. The following words were still in curly at the beginning, but later they were completely let go, regardless of the line spacing and character spacing.
The better the spacing, the faster and faster I write.
Later, some words that represented shock were changed to capital letters. It seemed that in order to highlight the shock, the capital letters were written larger and heavily traced several times.
The whole article is filled with various descriptions of fighting.
First, the Joker and Batman fight against the Deep Ones, and then Batman awakens the ancient souls on the lighthouse and drives the lighthouse to death of the fish god Dagon. Batman transforms the fish god Dagon's body into a mechanical monster and fights
Ibo Zittel.
Seeing that he was outmatched, the Joker summoned his own clone army, but at this time, the church's army also entered the scene. They took out the evil bone dragon they cultivated underground in the Holy City, and Batman's lighthouse monster and mechanical fish.
God and the clown army launched a desperate struggle.
Nyarlathotep is numb.
This can't be blamed on his lack of mental endurance. Anyone who looks at this thing will feel numb.
The narrative of American comics is already very confusing, and the novel version is even more heavyweight. It is even more verbose than the storytelling version of Avengers vs. Airport, and even more repetitive than the cross-talk version of Doctor Strange vs. Dormammu.
I saw the handwriting coming and going, and it took only ten minutes for the stack of paper at the back to be filled up again. Now Batman and the Joker have already fought each other to the back of the moon, but they are also happy to see it and are ready to break up.
The good Batman had predicted this...
"Who wrote this? Who wrote this??" Naiya's tone finally showed a slight fluctuation, and he said: "Constantine!!!"
"Stop shouting." Schiller said: "He probably doesn't have time to respond to you now."
"Someone is calling me." A voice came from the bedroom. Under the light of the desk lamp, Constantine, who was wearing pajamas, with messy hair and stubble on his face, was tied with a rope and thrown into the corner.
Greedy, who was sitting on his bed, yawned and said: "Your hallucination, no one calls you."
Constantine opened his mouth and said, "He sounded angry. What did you write on that?"
"I didn't write it." Greedy shrugged.
Then he stood up, walked behind the chair in front of his desk, leaned over the back of the chair and said, "How's it going, man? Where's the plot going?"
Sitting on the chair was a thin figure, wearing a tight-fitting black leather jacket, with long spikes around his eyes, and a wide grin below, immersed in writing at the table.
"It's coming soon." He said: "The Joker and Batman have broken up. They are going to the court among the stars to seek justice for themselves. In addition to Cthulhu, the jury members also...
…Well……"
"This is the list of the Outer Gods." Greedy handed him a piece of paper, on which was written clearly Shub Nicholas, Yog-Sothoth, Abhos, Hegroth and almost all the named Outer Gods.
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"Yes, that's right, it's them." The figure who was writing furiously began to copy again. He said: "Only such a lineup can become the Court of Stars. This is a new setting of mine, but there must be some among them.
A boss..."
"Athathoth, the boss's name is Azathoth." Greedy replied, telling him the spelling very carefully.
"Great, I like this name! I want to design him to be the creator of billions of multiverses, the supreme prophet, the founder and administrator of the Court of Stars... and then when I appear on the stage, I
Just kill him!"
"Constantine!!!!!"
A roar sounded outside the window. Constantine broke free from the rope, picked out his ears and said, "Stop shouting, I heard it. Look at this situation. Is there anything I can do?"
A tall black figure stood outside the window and said: "What are you doing?! What shit are you writing?! Stop it!!"
"Open your eyes and see, this is obviously not written by me." Constantine said: "I will not write about the Joker flirting with Batman."
The tall black figure was just about to lower his head to take a look at the situation inside the house. When he saw the bloody mouth, he was stunned.
And when he saw what he wrote, he exploded.
"Stop! Stop! Stop writing! What is the Court of Stars? What is the King of Billions of Stars?? The God of Creation and the Multiverse???"
"Don't listen to him." Greedy said from behind the chair: "You wrote very well. This script is so exciting."
"Did I tell you? The notebook in your hand is a magical tool. When you write here, all the content related to it will be changed, even if it is a novel that has been printed and published, and as far as I know,
Someone is already planning to publish this novel on a wide scale."
"Really? Worldwide publishing?"
"Yes, he will do his best to have this book released on Earth in a certain universe. This is also thanks to an outside god named Nyarlathotep. He has appeared before. You will see him later.
Give him some drama."
"What about letting him be captured by Batman? I just wanted to write a twist where Batman absorbs the power of an alien god and then goes to beat up the guys in the Court of Stars!"
"Awesome! Did you know? This alien god is called the lurking Chaos, and some people call him the God of Deception. This is because he has many clones. Let me introduce you to a few interesting ones..."
"Greedy...greedy!!!!"
"Why are you calling me?" Greedy curled his lips and said, "If I were you, I would pay close attention to the publication of this book. This is a great opportunity to become famous!"
The tall black figure outside the window was stunned for a moment, as if thinking of something terrible, and disappeared in a flash.
On the highway in Faraines, Bruce held the steering wheel with one hand and put his other hand outside the car window. Schiller, the co-pilot, was holding a map with a pen marking a route. A name at the end was circled - "Mies"
Catonic University".
"Hey, have you read it? What's the name of the latest novel, the one that's particularly popular?"
A student in a robe hurriedly caught up with the classmate in front of him, put his hand on his shoulder and asked.
""The Haze of Faraynes"? They said that the first volume was particularly beautiful, and some people said that the things in it were all true."
"Have you heard about it too? My father told me that there is chaos in the Holy City now. They asked for this book to be banned for fear that they would reveal more secrets of the church."
"The more they behave like this, it means that what this book says is true. I didn't expect that those weird things were caused by people from the church. They sent people to teach here last time."
"Come on, they don't understand those things, and they are almost finished now. I heard that the Pope's personal guards have been disbanded, and the boss of the bankrupt Siltec Medical Company, I heard that Pay
I couldn’t afford the medical expenses and there was no insurance to pay for it, so my wound became infected and I died.”
"They deserve it. Although the church is not a good person, that Siltec Medical Insurance Company is even more hateful!"
At this time, another person caught up with them and said: "The second volume of "The Haze of Faraynes" has been released. The bookseller from the publishing house has set up a stall at the school gate. Why don't you go and take a look?"
"Really? It came out so soon?"
"Yes, I heard that this volume has more than 2 million words. It's finally time to read it. Come on, let's go and take a look."
A few people walked quickly towards the school gate, and sure enough they saw that the bookstall was crowded with people. The students standing at the front curiously looked at the piles of new books.
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"Bring me a copy." The girl at the front turned her head and said proudly: "I am a fan of Mr. V. I will go to Sigeltek to attend his meeting next week. It is said that he is very special.
Handsome, I’ll bring you photos when I get back.”
"I want two books, I want two books. The book this time is so thick, it must be particularly exciting! Open one for me and let me take a look first!"
"Give me a copy too and help me open it, thank you."
One book after another was handed into the hands of the students. Some of them were impatient and couldn't wait to open them and read them on the spot.
But after watching it for a while, they said in confusion: "Are you sure this is "The Haze of Faraynes"? Who is Batman? Who is the Joker? Why did they suddenly start fighting?"
"Oh my god, this sentence is wrongly segmented, and the spelling of this word seems to be wrong. Why is the quality so poor this time?"
"Why are there so many capital letters? My eyes hurt!"
The girl at the beginning was also very dissatisfied. She said: "This is not Mr. V's writing style at all. He would not use such simple words. Shouldn't someone else write the second volume? Let me tell you, I don't think so.
Buy it!"
"Yes, yes, the writing is so bad, it completely ruined the brand! Refund! I won't buy it!"
"Don't worry, everyone, don't worry." A figure walked over here. The girl turned around and saw those clear blue eyes. She immediately smiled and said, "Senior Matthew, what are you doing?"
Are you here? Professor Weiss is very happy to hear that you are back to study as a graduate student."
"Yes, I'm going to see him soon. It's better not to crowd in here. There are safety risks if there are too many people at the school gate. If you have anything to do, go to the publishing house to discuss it."
After the crowd dispersed, the student named Matthew turned and walked towards the department. He was stopped by an acquaintance on the way. He said, "Matthew, you just came back and you didn't know that the professor teaching undergraduate psychology has been replaced."
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"What's wrong?"
The man lowered his voice and said, "I heard that the new professor used to be a member of the Pope's Guards. Do you think he knows about the church?"
"Who knows, maybe he would be willing to talk to us."
"Then let's go listen together. I've been curious for a long time, and I don't know if what is said in that novel is true. Oh, by the way, the male protagonist in the first volume has the same name as you."
"It's probably a coincidence." Matthew smiled and said.
The two of them walked into the classroom together and sat in the last row. At the front of the classroom, the slightly dull footsteps of leather shoes stopped outside the door.
A professor in a robe walked in.
"Hello everyone, I am the new psychology professor. You can call me Rodolpho."
"What?! Your name is Rodolphe, and you are a member of the Pope's Guards?! Are you the hero in that novel?"
"What novel?"
""The Haze of Faraynes"!"
"I did go to Faraines."
As soon as these words came out, the classroom was in an uproar. The students asked all at once: "Professor, what happened at that time?! Who is the cultist between you and Matthew?"
"Yeah, who is the good person between you two? I haven't been able to fall asleep thinking about it for several nights!"
The man standing in front of the podium smiled. He looked at a figure sitting at the back of the classroom and said, "Maybe we are all good people, or... we are all bad people?"
The man's hand brushed his collar, and the school badge composed of books and runes reflected the light. The cross worn inside the collar did not have the suffering Jesus, only a few winding tentacles.