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After leaving those words, Kate turned directly to her "accomplices" who were rushing towards her, and under their terrified gaze, opened the title page of the Necronomicon—

"%@!!!"

The short syllables are fleeting, yet the damage they cause is far beyond imagination.

Visibly, with the unleashing of unknown power hidden within the Necronomicon, the road in front of him was violently "shrunken" as if "grasped" by an invisible arm. The buildings on both sides, along with the space itself, were squeezed toward the center of the street. The once arrogant man in black robes was reduced to a piece of wreckage after leaving behind only a shrill scream.

Naturally, such a commotion could not be concealed.

The ground shook violently, and most of the town could feel the noise and commotion caused by this sudden event.

Satisfied with the destruction she had caused, Kate turned to the trembling Teren behind her and said, "See that, you fool? This is the true power of the Necronomicon! It's completely different in your hands than in mine. I am the one truly blessed by this power!"

"Yeah, I agree."

Seeing the gray mist that had spread to his head, Lin Yi nodded in agreement: "But these are things you can't just keep to yourself, right? Instead of wasting time telling these things to an 'idiot,' shouldn't you be crushing this idiot you can't stand right now?"

Kate, who was about to express her thoughts, was taken aback.

—That's a bit strange.

His remaining shred of reason reminded him of this.

Yes, he has already obtained the Necronomicon and used its power to easily kill the black-robed man he could only look up to before. Now he should be facing those terrifying beings who have long been famous in the dark world. Why should he waste his time here with a fool who was completely ignorant of the dark world not long ago?

The more I thought about it, the stronger this feeling of strangeness became.

It wasn't just his own actions, but even the Necronomicon in his hands—it was less that he was controlling the power, and more that the power was controlling him to do such a thing.

Demonstrating one's power and worth by easily crushing the strong, and then...

"Can I take that as me giving me a chance?"

—To entrust one's existence to the "weak" again.

By the time he realized the truth, it seemed too late...

As the gray mist spread, the focus of his pupils rapidly contracted and then slowly dilated. He involuntarily released his hands, letting the Necronomicon, which he had longed for, fall to the ground.

Shaking his head, Lin Shou bent down and picked up the books from the ground.

I have often heard that it is not people who are diligent in seeking knowledge, but rather those who are knowledgeable who are diligent in seeking others. However, I know this is a fallacy. Those who are knowledgeable are not seeking others, but rather chasing after others. Their ruthlessness is like that of hawks and hounds chasing rabbits.

In other worlds, perhaps there truly exist people favored by "heaven," who can easily obtain what others yearn for their entire lives but may never achieve. However, in this world, such a notion never exists—humans cannot pursue "knowledge," it is merely "knowledge" that pursues "humans."

……

Almost at the same time that Lin Yi picked up the Necronomicon again, the Guardians, who had rushed over because of the unusual commotion, finally arrived late.

Looking up, he saw several lithe figures riding warhorses. Some of them headed straight for the two corpses left at the scene, while the other two came to Lin Yi.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Before Lin Yi could speak, the person examining the two corpses provided the test results: "Sir, they are members of the Necromancer Cult! One was killed by dark magic, and the other's soul was annihilated."

"Soul Annihilation... Anyone capable of using this level of dark magic is definitely not an ordinary cultist. Strengthen the city's defenses!"

After drawing his own conclusion, the guard turned to Lin Yi again: "This is none of your business. Get out of here now."

Having experienced the "anomaly" just now, Lin Yi roughly understood the rules of this world, and he wasn't too surprised to hear this.

"The killer was not a cult member."

The guard, who was about to turn and leave, instinctively turned back: "What?"

Turning to the title page of the book in his hand, Lin Yi said calmly, "It's this book."

Only then did the guard belatedly notice the heavy book in Lin Shou's hands.

Releasing his grip, Lin Shou let the Necronomicon float in mid-air: "And if I'm not mistaken, you will also be killed by it."

After all, it still needs to maintain the "plot".

The Great Old Ones: Chapter 944 Azathoth (Part 1)

Since stepping into this world, everything Lin Yi has encountered seems to be deliberately leading him to a certain fixed "plot"—"time travel," such as obtaining the "Book of Necromancers," and acquiring a "divine pet."

If Lin Yi had chosen to follow the script step by step instead of actively tearing it up, the likely outcome would have been: after eliminating two "practice monsters," he would have been discovered by the guards, infiltrated their group, concealed his identity, and slowly grown stronger until one day, due to some "accident," he would have been forced to reveal his true identity. At that point, he would have used the power he gained during his dormancy to wreak havoc...

It must be said that such an development would be quite enjoyable, but that is only on the premise that you have no idea that the "script" exists.

Lin Yishang did not know why "it" did this, but that did not prevent him from making his own judgment based on it.

Since "it" wants to maintain it, all that is left for it to do is "destroy".

As I pondered this, and as the pages of the Necronomicon were turned, the scene before me became fragmented.

Rather than saying that the defenders were attacked, it would be more accurate to say that the space itself was crushed.

As wrinkles appeared in mid-air, the guardian, who had been holding the look of astonishment, was dismembered and shattered before his eyes.

Unlike the massive attack from "Kate" earlier, the Necronomicon, acting autonomously, made no unusual noises during its "attack." As a result, after the dozens of people in front of it, along with the matter within a radius of several hundred meters, were cut into pieces, no second wave of "Guardians" approached for a while.

If we were to escape, this would be the perfect opportunity.

Even after escaping, the "plot" can still proceed according to its original trajectory, but the problem is...

Looking at the book slowly closing in front of him, desperately trying to steer the "plot" back onto the main storyline, Lin Yi smiled: "I'm probably not very good at creating or continuing anything."

Extending his right hand towards the town's most iconic building—the towering clock tower—his thumb and middle finger touched, he said, "But destruction—"

Gently, fingertips brushed across

"I'm quite good at it."

"Snapped--"

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Two minutes ago, inside the clock tower.

In the deserted, dimly lit place, a strange, overlapping voice suddenly rang out: "This aura... is it the Necronomicon?!"

It's easy to tell from its tone that the thing called "The Necronomicon" must have extraordinary significance for it, so much so that it completely disregards the fact that its centuries-old plan has been exposed, and is determined to appear and rush to this land that is being watched by those "unspeakable" beings.

However, the second sound interrupted all its actions.

"Calm down, old man. Even if it really were the Necronomicon, it wouldn't mean much to us, would it?"

As the sound rang out, a figure slowly stepped in from behind the opened clock tower doors.

Despite being just a hunched old man, without even a complete set of clothes on his body, his presence posed a great threat to those lurking in the darkness.

It was because it knew the old man's identity and understood the terrifying power hidden beneath his seemingly frail body.

It's no exaggeration to say that the existence of this old man alone could easily destroy this town, not to mention the guardian organizations he controls.

With a mixture of fear and anger, he lowered his voice and asked, "Are you planning to stop me?"

Shaking his head, the old man spoke in a gentle tone: "I'm trying to save you, buddy. The power of the Necronomicon is undeniable, but the knowledge it contains is far too dangerous... It's not a realm that humans can fathom."

Unexpectedly, such persuasion was met with a mocking question from the hidden being: "We are both 'monsters' who can only survive in this world by borrowing the power of the Outer God, and you actually tell me that things are not within the realm that humans can see?! Ax, don't think that just because the Outer God you worship has survived by chance, he can rule this world forever. Maybe next time it will be his turn to be offered as a sacrifice to the blind god!"

Faced with the sarcasm of the lurkers, the man known as "Ax" frowned: "Old buddy, I hope this is the last time. Their greatness cannot be slandered."

"So what if they slander me?"

"...Then I can only purify you here."

The Lurker laughed in fury: "Come on, Ax, haven't you wanted to do this for a long time? Just like you sacrificed my body two hundred years ago to gain your current status, sacrifice my last soul to that disgusting and filthy monster!"

Upon hearing this, the old man known as "Ax" turned completely cold.

His hunched figure straightened up little by little, and with this action, the gray hair on his head gradually turned into a brilliant golden yellow. When he stood up completely, in less than three seconds, he had "retrospected" from an old man with one foot in the coffin to the peak of his prime.

At the same time, a circular outline appeared behind his imposing figure, its ever-expanding light and heat resembling a miniature second sun appearing on the ground. If the heat and power of this "sun" had not been actively suppressed, it would probably have burned the entire clock tower and the surrounding town to ashes simply by standing here.

“I didn’t want to do this, Hilton, after all, fewer and fewer people know the truth about this world.”

In response to Ax's actions, the area untouched by the light grew increasingly dark and profound, from which emerged a bizarre figure with only a humanoid outline but no facial features, uttering a twisted roar at Ax before it: "Then let it lose one more!"

This battle, which will determine the future of the world, is about to begin—

"click"

Gently, the clock on the tower ticked one step.

Strangely, time seemed to stand still beneath the tower, frozen on the moment when "Ax" threw a fist carrying the heat of the sun, and when "Hilton" thrust out a long, narrow blade that seemed to be formed from darkness.

Slowly, the image gradually "recedes"—

The fist was withdrawn, and the blazing "sunlight" was tinged with a dim yellow hue—twilight was approaching.

The blade was sheathed, and a deep "black" covered its blurred outline—indistinct and unclear.

"click"

Gently, the clock on the tower ticked to its second position.

The "rewinding" was as if a "fast forward" button had been pressed; the details that were once clearly visible became blurry, and all that could be vaguely seen were the swaying of figures, the shifting of light, and the clock tower's outer layer transitioning from "old" to "new."

"click"

Gently, the clock on the tower ticked to the third mark.

Over countless years, all the matter that shaped this small area went through the entire process from "end" to "beginning" in just a few seconds. As all the matter was compressed and returned to its original "origin," Lin Yi, who was watching this scene, truly gained a glimpse into the "history" of this world.

——1324

The actual length of time from when it was "made" until now.

So what is it that is recorded in the Necronomicon, seemingly taking place in ancient times?

"Everyone fantasizes, but it's usually based on existing correct knowledge."

Reflected in the line of sight, the clock tower that once stood in the center of the town has disappeared, leaving only a bottomless "hole" - and a "black dot" in mid-air that cannot be detected by the naked eye.

The volumetric weight that makes up its three-meter diameter completely accommodates the 363-ton mass of the entire clock tower.

"But your fantasy is built on blindness."

Gently, lower your palm—and along with it, release the "reversal" that restrains the three-meter diameter.

Centered on that three-meter diameter object, the world projected into the eyes began to "elongate"—as if a section of space had been forcibly cut off, with the matter outside the edge being "pulled" toward the edge, both left and right, and up and down.

It's just a small piece, yet no matter how much you stretch and fill it from the outside, you can't "fill" it completely. It's like a spring; when this squeezing "filling" reaches its limit...

It will rebound.

As the endless light spread to the horizon, it also emitted a "sound".

"It's time to wake up from your dream, Azathoth."

The Great Old Ones: Chapter 945 Azathoth (Part 2)

It had a dream.

A long, intoxicating dream... Actually, that description isn't quite accurate. After all, for it, there's no difference between "short" and "long" in this space. A second can be seen as ten thousand years, and ten thousand years can also pass in the blink of an eye.

It simply became immersed in those chaotic yet vivid dreams.

In the dream, it saw many things it had never felt before, and things that could not be felt before.

They call themselves human.

Humanity?

It should have been exposed to this name before, or it was just a hallucination in a dream?

It's impossible to know for sure, but in any case, the result was that it became aware of the existence of "humans".

These tiny beings staged things in their dreams that they had never imagined, which, in their view, should be called "drama."

Some people suddenly disappear from one dream and reappear in another – they call this time travel.

Some humans do not disappear with the dream when it ends, but instead appear when the next dream is born—they call this rebirth.

Some humans, in their dreams, are noticed by it and receive some strange but interesting things—they call this a "system," a "golden finger," or an "old man."

...Dad 3, another 90 Qi Jiu'ou's dad Lingmeng

Whether it's time travel, rebirth, a system, or anything else, humans always manage to change themselves in ways they could never have imagined. Indirectly, they change their surroundings, until they change everything.

Such dreams are countless in its "world".