Ultraman in the world of grams

"Who knows."

Principal Lovecraft said in a casual tone.

"Maybe they are being watched by a great being."

"That's impossible..." Mr. Secretary frowned. "In this case, it is impossible for them to be safe and sound. Those who are watched by great beings will basically end badly."

"And they should have been checked before, and there are no traces of staring on them..."

"Maybe they are lucky, or they are favored by another person," the principal smiled, "Not everyone has the ability to escape unscathed when facing the great Nyarlathotep. ,Intact."

"I'm still a little skeptical..." Mr. Secretary said hesitantly, "What they're going through now is too unbelievable. If it's said that there is an undercover agent of a foreign god among them, I will believe it."

"Or maybe all of them have been polluted, but the pollution is so deep that we can't find it."

"..."

The principal was silent for a moment, "But they really didn't detect many abnormalities."

"But isn't this the biggest anomaly?" Mr. Secretary murmured, "Even if you have touched a little bit, you will have some traces of pollution and erosion on your body. Leave a mark."

"However, there are no such traces and brands on their bodies..."

The biggest exception is the absence of any exception.

The principal seemed to have great faith in the leader of that expedition.

Mr. Secretary also knows that person. He has experienced countless incidents and even prevented the arrival of an evil god once. He is a powerful investigator.

There was obviously a strange feeling in these two mission reports, as if they were hiding something.

Combined with the abnormality they encountered and the weirdness of some of the team members, how could this not make Mr. Secretary very vigilant.

This is the basic quality of being a Master of Secrets!

He couldn't believe that the respected headmaster couldn't see this!
It was precisely because of this that he couldn't understand the principal's operation.

What's the point of bringing all those anomalous people together and making them perform an almost impossible task?
Of course, the secretary who has been with the principal for many years knows what kind of horror the expedition team faced last time, and the horrors of ancient times can already be shown in the few words conveyed.

With the flesh and blood of human beings, no matter how hard they try, it is impossible to truly reach that place. It is a journey that is doomed to destruction.

Generally speaking, when the last expedition encountered such a crisis, the school should strictly seal the relevant files and prohibit access to the next expedition.

After all, the expedition team of Miskatonic University just wanted to find the truth, explore the truth of this world, and would not send people to die at all.

Every one of the members who joined the expedition team is an out-and-out talent, either a top student at the University of Michigan or an outstanding scholar.

It is simply impossible for the school to give these people the task of mortal death.

So from the very beginning, Mr. Secretary was surprised and surprised by this expedition team that went to find the previous team.

He wondered if that was just the superficial purpose, but the actual mission was arranged otherwise.

He believes that the principal will not easily arrange those people to perform tasks that have no hope at all, and will not let those people die meaninglessly.

But until now, he has not seen why.

He still hasn't figured out what the principal's purpose is.

The headmaster's attitude is also very strange. It seems that he is not surprised by what happened to the expedition team. It seems that everything is under the headmaster's control...

Mr. Secretary's heart was filled with doubts.

"They don't have any problems." The principal smiled gently, the crystal lenses covering his eyes, "I'm looking forward to their stories."

"story?"

Mr. Secretary asked suspiciously.

"Yes, each of us is our own protagonist in this world, the only difference is whether it is written down or not. Most people's stories are very ordinary and uninteresting."

"However, their stories are indeed very interesting and exciting." The principal showed a kind smile, "This is an outstanding material for a novel."

Mr. Secretary couldn't help but smile, "That's true, but judging from the novels they wrote, they would probably be classified as horror science fiction, and only the craziest and most insane writers could describe the stories they experienced. .”

"Even if it were published, it would be considered a crazy fantasy."

"Yes, maybe Weird Tales, which was just released last year, will welcome this series of stories." The principal said with a smile, "I am very interested in that magazine and would like to contribute some articles."

"If it were you, the principal, there would be no problem." Mr. Secretary said with emotion, "When I read your articles, principal, I can't help but be immersed in them, and be transported into that weird world by the wonderful words. middle."

"Really?" The principal couldn't help but smile, "Maybe I was originally a writer of fantasy novels, and being the principal of Miskatonic University is just an accidental part-time job."

"You are the most outstanding president of the University of Michigan, how can you say you are part-time?" Mr. Secretary couldn't help but said.

"Haha." The headmaster just smiled and didn't speak.

Mr. Secretary left the office to arrange staff to go to South America.

The principal still stayed in the office, watching the telegram sent by Captain Linden.

In the dark drawer, another stack of manuscripts emerged.

It was written in black ink, with many scribbles on it, as if they were crossed out because they were dissatisfied with the plot or made mistakes in certain places.

[Miracles (crossed out traces) taboo paintings on the ground]

【Large block of ink】

[Human civilization is only a few thousand years short, and the earliest written records are only records found on the Mesopotamian plains... and in the long river of time, countless civilizations and histories have been drowned ...]

【Traces of modification】

[The great race wants to resurrect and dominate again. They have been lurking in the village and spent a time equivalent to a time unit in their civilization. The horror in the painting on the ground is waiting to be summoned...]

【Modify...modify...】

[The miraculous light appears. What kind of revelation does this have for the future of mankind? 】

【——Lovecraft】(end of this chapter)