The laws, interests and emotions shared by mankind have no validity and meaning in the face of the vast universe.
——Lovecraft
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At that moment, I saw the light!
But I can't remember exactly what happened before. My memory has been blurred. Before the light came, I had already fallen into deep delirium.
Creepy whispers surrounded me, and everything was filled with despair and madness. My brain was screaming, and the unbearable sharpness made me want to lose consciousness.
This is completely beyond what humans can bear!
I desperately want to escape, want to escape from that suffocating delusion, that madman's carnival!
But no matter what, I will be caught by those dry and sharp claws! Fragmented visions and hearty thoughts are rushing towards me!
Chaotic screams rang in my ears, and I couldn't even tell whether it was from me or something else!
My thoughts have become numb and sluggish...
I shouldn't have touched that abominable sculpture...
But before everything in me dies, I want to work hard to leave something behind, and I desperately use my chaotic brain to extract something useful.
My name is Howard Wilson.
Before everything began, I was just an ordinary university lecturer.
On Christmas Eve this year, my advisor sent me a brief letter. He agreed to my request and recommended me to the president of Miskatonic University to teach ancient Chinese history.
I sincerely expressed my gratitude to my mentor in my reply.
This is simply the best news for me.
In the past few years, I have been deeply trapped in the quagmire of debt and trapped in those dirty financial traps. I lost my previous job and wandered depressedly under the gloomy sky of New York all day long.
Thanks to my mentor who gave me an important opportunity!
Even though I have not done much research on ancient Chinese history before - to be honest, in my opinion, those small square characters are even more maddening than the Latin taught by those old antiques in the church!
Those mysterious Easterners simply live in another world than us!
But I have to admit that this job is my only hope now!
Perhaps the mentor's letter turned on a strange switch. On the day after Christmas, another person came to see me.
It was a strange lady dressed as a man in trousers and a shirt, but wearing a weird and gorgeous black silk top hat.
The top hat covered her eyes, and I had no idea what kind of scenery lay beneath the mysterious black veil.
I don't know this strange lady. If I ever meet such a maverick woman, I will never forget it.
Obviously this lady took the initiative to find me.
She said that she knew that I was an expert in identifying ancient cultural relics and that she was introduced to me by one of my students.
The lady didn't mention who the student was. I thought hard for a long time and couldn't find anyone who matched the description.
I don't think I am an expert. I just have a certain degree of research in this area. If I were to be compared with those famous scholars in the industry, it would really be a joke.
I truthfully told this weird lady, and sincerely suggested that she find someone else. Although I have not lived a very good life in the past few years, I still met a lot of people when I was a PhD student at Harvard.
The frustration during this period of time has made me physically and mentally tired. I don’t really want to deal with some cultural relics that I don’t know where they came from. I know that their unearthed stories usually have a little bit of a disgraceful story.
"Professor Wilson, why don't you take a look first?"
The lady politely declined my offer.
After all, this lady came directly to the door and was introduced by someone else. I had no choice but to agree.
The lady carefully took out a black wooden box from the package she carried with her.
There is also a heavy lock hanging on the wooden box.
The lady's attitude towards it was very strange, as if the box was Pandora's box, containing disasters sent by the gods.
I didn't pay too much attention to it at the time, which I regretted immensely later.
The box contains a small statue. It's not even a statue. It's the size of a child's toy and can be picked up with one hand.
But the abominable statue is far from a child's toy.
The moment the wooden box was opened, an extremely terrifying and indescribable sense of oppression instantly filled the entire room. The gloomy and terrifying claws stuck tightly in my throat, making me completely breathless.
I felt that I was completely exposed to nothingness, without reservation, and anyone seemed to be able to tear me apart.
Something is staring at me.
I stared at the horrible sculpture in the wooden box.
That is a monster that is completely beyond human imagination. No matter how twisted and ferocious the heretical worship is, it is impossible to create such an extremely terrifying monster.
Only by using crazy associations can we barely figure out what this thing looks like. Dinosaurs, lizards, and giant dragons are mixed together in some amazing and terrifying way to barely reflect its charm.
It has two huge sharp horns on its head, its strong and thick tail far exceeds the normal size, and its thick scales are definitely not something any other creature in the world can possess.
Those terrifying eyes shone with a frightening white light, even if it was just a statue!
It's set its sights on me!
The horror, which was far beyond what humans could bear, instantly shattered my mind! Even just a little bit of that violent energy from ancient times was enough to defeat tiny humans!
Genes inherited from humans for thousands of years are desperately clamoring that it is a behemoth predator and a worthy predator. No matter how hard humans struggle in front of it, they are just shrimps and insects...
It's set its sights on me!
I don't know what the lady said after that, and I don't know how the lady left.
Since then, my mind has been severely affected, and overwhelming fear has swept over me, again and again, like a tide, hitting me every moment.
No matter day or night, I can feel suffocated.
I dreamed of a scene of flying sand and rocks, a dark sky full of dust, and a huge and ferocious existence roaring, creating abyss-like cracks in the earth.
Humans are just ants!
Maybe it was an hallucination. I didn’t know whether it was a voice or not, but there was a sound coming from an uncertain location. It was just a vague feeling. I tried hard to catch some of it. It was almost impossible to pronounce.
, maybe not human language at all:
"Gomora"
It might be a sentence, it might just be a syllable, or it might be nothing at all.
I can't think deeply about what this means.
Because I can't think at all!
Hallucinations and fears overwhelmed me deeply...
It's here again!
It's here again!
This time it’s no longer a dream!
I'm pretty sure it's not my hallucination or my madness!
The oppression that sweeps across everything cannot possibly exist in this world! The violence and barbarism from eternity cannot be stopped by puny humans!
It's staring at me!
At the last moment, my mind went blank. Maybe I let out a piercing scream, or maybe I was too shocked to say anything. Maybe I desperately wanted to escape, or maybe I couldn't move at all because of fear.
I watched that terrifying big horn pointed at me, and my eyes gradually fell into darkness——
No--
Suddenly, something appeared!
The sun breaks through the night, and dawn streaks across the sky——
A silver-white palm with smooth lines caught me!
It was not a human palm at all, because that giant hand could easily protect me.
At the end of my memory, I only saw the eyes like the sun - maybe the oval shape of the eyes - looking at me -
At that moment, I saw the light.
This new book is a brand new attempt.
Combine the Austrian world view and the Ke world view.
I'm looking forward to what kind of sparks there will be.
Yes, I just really like these imaginative settings.
And to a certain extent, Ultraman is also very suitable for the K-type. You must know that the big boss of Ultraman Tiga, Gatanjie, is the son of the K-boss in the prototype.
Moreover, Chiaki Konaka, one of the screenwriters of Tiga, is also the world-recognized author of the Cthulhu Mythos.
…So, the fusion of the Ke and Arcane systems shouldn’t be too much, right?