Outside the cave, the cries from the countless beetles were almost crazy.
Quack, quack, quack!
Chichi chi chi chi!
But for Randolph Carter, what was even crazier than the buzzing of insects outside the cave were the words coming from the mouth of the man in a suit.
"Excuseme? Me? Let me resist the evil god?!"
Randolph pointed to his nose with a look of shock, "Sir, are you kidding me? I'm just an ordinary person!"
Upon hearing this, the man in the suit laughed immediately:
"Hahaha, ordinary people?
Can you travel through time and reach ordinary people in the future world hundreds of millions of years later?
You must be kidding, Randolph."
"But, but..."
Randolph stuttered, "What's the use of this? Any bullet can kill me!"
"Of course I'm not asking you to die in confusion."
The man in the suit smiled slightly and said, "I gave you advice, and I will naturally give you support.
With my support, although the situation will be more difficult, it is not hopeless, so..."
"No no no no!"
Randolph waved his hands repeatedly, "I have already said that I am just an ordinary person. I just want to complete my studies and live an ordinary life. I think it is better for you to find someone else.
Also, since you know so much, you seem to have extraordinary abilities.
Then why don't you set up an organization yourself to resist the gods and defend mankind? Why do you have to drag me into this?"
"Haha~ It's really stubborn."
The man in the suit put away his smile and said coldly, "I am not your biological father, so if you refuse again and again, you will only lose yourself the opportunity to witness and contact the higher levels of the universe.
Forget it, I will come and talk to you again when you enter some new stage of life."
After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly out of the cave.
Strangely enough, as soon as the man in the suit walked outside the cave, the rain stopped instantly, the weather immediately cleared up, and the vicious insects that had been chirping all of a sudden stopped.
Everything has returned to normal.
"Wait a minute sir!"
Randolph hurriedly chased a few steps and shouted, "I don't know your name yet?!"
The man in the suit did not look back, but said from a distance: "Call me Troy, Troy Hyperion."
The words flowed cleanly, but the figure was gone.
In just an instant, this mysterious man named Troy disappeared from the end of Randolph Carter's sight and disappeared into the gloomy night.
"Troy... Hyperion..."
Randolph whispered the name.
Immediately, as if he remembered something, he immediately opened the ancient book in his hand and turned to the page he had read before.
I saw it said:
"...Hyperion, you are the source of madness, you are the messenger of chaos. You strangle all living beings by their throats, but all living beings can only howl and can never see you..."
"Superion..."
Randolph murmured and slowly closed the book.
Then, I saw the title of this ancient book - "True Knowledge of Troy".
"Troy...could it be?!"
He raised his head and looked at the night outside the cave, "Is this strange man... the incarnation of the messenger of chaos? Is he also a god?"
No one can answer Randolph Carter's question.
It happened that at this moment, the ability to travel through time took effect again, and he himself was in a trance, unknowingly leaving the current era.
And traveled back 480 million years and returned to the library of Miskatonic University in 1893 AD.
After sitting back on the seat, Randolph Carter stroked the delicate texture of the black walnut wooden square table in front of him, and then looked at the rows of bookshelves around him. Suddenly, he could not control himself and felt a feeling that seemed to be from another world.
Feel.
"Is all this... real or a dream?"
After being in a daze for a while, he slowly stood up, walked to a row of bookshelves not far away, and put the ancient book back in its place.
Then, he turned around and walked towards the door.
After a series of footsteps, he left the library.
Since then, Randolph Carter's life has returned to ordinary.
Study, research, read.
Soon, a year flies by.
During this year, except for occasionally traveling to the future a few days, months, or years later, Randolph's life was generally uneventful and uneventful.
Such a day is indeed peaceful, but it will inevitably make people feel boring.
Perhaps ordinary people would not find it boring, but Randolph was not an ordinary person.
Different from ordinary people who are mediocre, strictly speaking, he is a dreamer who loves reading and writing, has a melancholy and sensitive personality, but is also full of longing for all kinds of unknowns, and is not worldly at all.
Therefore, in the days that followed, Randolph thought about it more than once.
Back then, when faced with Troy's suggestion, should I agree?
If I agree, will I live a more exciting life?
As for protecting all mankind, Randolph asked himself that he was not that great.
In short, there are no ifs in real life.
The past is the past and can no longer be pursued.
Therefore, Randolph would only occasionally have daydreams at midnight.
Years pass by like this.
Soon, ten years passed.
During these years, Randolph, who had graduated from Miskatonic University, inevitably encountered many mysterious incidents, large and small, due to his extraordinary talents and the influence of fate.
He even entered that mysterious and magnificent dreamland three times in a row.
Fortunately, none of these incidents caused much trouble to Randolph.
On the contrary, he also learned many forbidden pagan arts and ancient secret powers.
But Randolph knew that he still could not confront any adult deep diver head-on.
Just because although he is far beyond ordinary both physically and mentally, he is still a human being in essence.
In the past ten years, Randolph has had several interactions with the Deep Diver clan, and also had some contact with the Kunyang people from the underground world.
It was through these two alien races that Randolph truly understood how insignificant human beings on Earth are...
Regardless of body, soul, or technology, human civilization is far from being able to compare with these two races.
But what made Randolph even more horrified was the ancient gods standing faintly 'behind' these two alien groups.
Randolph did not dare to touch any information about these gods.
Because he knew that as long as he came into contact, there would be extremely unknown consequences.
Time continues to flow.
More than ten years have passed.
By various chances, Randolph Carter joined the French Foreign Legion and directly participated in World War I.
War is cruel.
In the hail of bullets, Randolph witnessed and experienced the fragility of human beings.
But thanks to the various forbidden arts and secret powers, Randolph's battlefield survivability is obviously much better than ordinary people.
But no matter how powerful he is in mysticism, he is still only a human being.
So...in 1916, during the Battle of the Somme near Belon-en-Santre, Randolph faced continuous aircraft bombing and artillery bombardment by the German army, and inevitably suffered extremely serious injuries.
Fortunately, the fateful Randolph did not die.
But this terrifying experience of coming face-to-face with death also caused a huge change in his understanding of people and the world.
Especially after accepting the influence of nihilism, Randolph developed a certain degree of doubt and depression about the so-called real world and the activities of human society as a whole.
Because he thinks these are meaningless.
In other words, Randolph began to feel that his life was... worthless.
And it was in early 1919, three months after the end of World War I.
Randolph Carter unexpectedly met Troy Hyperion again in a beer hall in France.
Under night.
There were not many customers in the beer hall at this time, only some drunkards hanging around.
Randolph Carter is one of them.
"I didn't expect that..."
The drunken Randolph looked at Troy, who was still wearing a pink suit across the wine table, and sighed, "You actually came back to me again."
Troy chuckled and said, "I said, when you enter a new stage of life, I will come back and talk to you again."
"Is this a new stage in life? Haha, it is indeed a stage."
Randolph smiled decadently, "I am already forty years old, and my body and soul are riddled with wounds and exhaustion. What else can I... do?"
"It's been so long and you still talk so much nonsense."
After a slight mockery at first, Troy said, "So, are you willing to establish an organization now to resist and shelter all alien evil gods?"
Randolph took a deep breath and nodded heavily: "I do!"
"Very good." Troy smiled evilly, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Snapped!
In an instant, the surrounding scene changed drastically.
From a dark beer hall, it transformed into a bright warehouse in an instant.
No, it's not a warehouse, it's more like a cellar, a spacious cellar with electric lights.
And what's stored in this cellar is actually strips of shining gold bars and bricks.
"This..." Randolph looked around with wide eyes, "Where is this?"
"The underground vaults of the Bank of England."
Troy spread his hands and said matter-of-factly, "If you want to establish an organization, you need start-up capital, so... take as much as you can.
By the way, you have ten minutes. After ten minutes, people from the Bank of England will find something wrong, and then you will be finished."
As he spoke, he took out a sack from somewhere and threw it on the ground.
Randolph Carter on the side looked confused.
After being stunned, he immediately complained with a broken face:
"It turns out that the 'support' you are talking about...is robbing a bank?!"
"Shh~"
Troy raised a finger to his mouth and said, "Keep your noise down, you are engaging in illegal rice crime activities. Don't make so much noise, it will attract the bank staff."
"Ah, my God!" Randolph slapped his forehead and sighed repeatedly.
Then, he calmed down, bent down, picked up the sack, and began to pack the gold.
Ten minutes later, a piercing alarm sounded in the vault on time.
But at this time, Randolph had already disappeared into the vault with Troy, carrying a bag full of gold bars and gold nuggets.
Randolph Carter's home——
Whoosh!
In an instant, two figures and a bag of gold appeared on the floor out of thin air.
"alright."
After Troy wiped off a few specks of dust on his suit, he wrote lightly, "The start-up capital is already in place, and you can start your 'business'."
"etc!"
Randolph frowned and said, "With this money alone, you want me to find trouble with those aliens and evil gods?"
"Hehehe, of course not." Troy said with a smile on his face, "I was just teasing you."
While laughing, he took out a brass headband covered with mottled blood and rust from his deflated suit pocket, a gleaming silver Colt M1873 revolver with six-pointed stars on both sides of the gun handle, and a gleaming silver Colt M1873 revolver with six-pointed stars on both sides of the gun handle.
A delicate bracelet with Victorian-style engraving.
And threw these three things into the sack full of gold.
"This is..." Randolph picked up the red and yellow headband and asked doubtfully, "What is it?"
"This is the "Antaeus Soul Protective Helmet"."
Troy walked to the wall, looked sideways at the wall and said lazily, "You should know that there are many dangerous things or creatures, just by their existence, the human's mental state or San value will plummet to zero, and eventually become
Crazy."
Randolph nodded: "I know, what, this thing can protect a person's San value?"
"That's right." Troy smiled, "Not only the San value, but also all external impacts on the mind, soul and even the soul. This protective helmet can perfectly protect it.
But please note that since the maker of this protective helmet is not in a very normal state of mind, this thing cannot be worn for a long time, or it will go crazy."
"Um...okay."
Randolph picked up the most beautiful bracelet and asked, "What is this thing?"
"This is the "Hercmenon Reality Stabilizer."" Troy Youyou explained, "its function is to suppress all the surreal events in the space-time scene within a certain range with the user as the center to "standard reality."
state."
"Surreal events? Standard reality?"
Randolph frowned slightly, "I can probably guess what these two words are, so what is the measurement standard? What is considered surreal and what is standard reality?"
"It's very simple."
Troy patiently explained, "The so-called "surreal event" is the measure of the concept.
That is to say, all phenomena, things, situations, and landscapes that exceed the scientific and technological threshold of the user's era and exceed the average mystery limit of the civilized society where the user lives are "surreal events."
Similarly, if it is not exceeded, then it belongs to "standard reality."
