After I became an ancient god

[Steam Age: Altus's Paintings]

"Ladies and gentlemen ~ please allow me to introduce to you, the most popular guest tonight - Mr. Altus, it is said that he has a big treasure to present, claiming that there is absolutely nothing more precious than this in the world, as long as it is Anyone who sees it will fall into obsession!"

On the stage, the connoisseur wearing a white mask welcomed Altus who came out of the curtain with an extremely exaggerated tone and funny gestures.

"Oh my God, I'm already in shock and can't wait to be blinded by that precious treasure!"

The connoisseur's high voice and extremely boastful adjectives formed an incomparably sharp contrast with Altus' messy and dirty appearance, which made the audience burst into laughter. They were already looking forward to the connoisseur's waiting meeting My son's poisonous tongue.

It was the first time that Altus was under so many gazes, even if he was more confident in his paintings, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

In addition to being blinded by the spotlight on the stage, he couldn't help but take a step back, tightening his scarred fingers to protect the painting in his arms.

The tense and shrinking posture made the audience even more excited, and the laughter was undisguised.

Everyone looked at this unkempt tramp. The ridicule and contempt behind the mask were like a knife stabbing Altus on the stage. They looked at him with great hope, looking forward to his crazy and proud expression after his pride was shattered. Sadly ugly.

For these upper-class nobles, watching the tragic fate of the bottom will make them feel that their lives are very happy.

No one would believe that this tramp could have any precious treasures. They just got the pleasure of gloating from Altus, which makes people want to stop.

In order to make the audience more satisfied, the connoisseur, who knew well the bad tastes of the audience, commented on Altus from head to toe, with a strange tone, which was even more insulting than direct cursing.

Faced with the connoisseur's eccentricity and the audience's malice, Altus straightened his back. He looked at the painting in his hand, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes became extremely bright. His confident breath made him feel sloppy. The appearance becomes dazzling.

He will make those who look down on him regret it, relying on the inspiration he got in the dream and the painting in his hand.

The sarcastic words that the connoisseur was about to utter were stuck in the face of Altus's completely different eyes. Then, he saw the tramp who had been silent all the time slowly loosen the cloth strips of the paintings in his arms.

Watching those dirty cloth strips landed one after another, the connoisseur's eyes were arrogant and critical, and he had already figured out what kind of curse words he should use without dirty words to reprimand this sad tramp to collapse.

Soon, the rough canvas frame was exposed, and the connoisseur caught a glimpse of a mess of colors, raised the corner of his mouth disdainfully, and sneered: "It seems that the appearance of this baby is very similar to the inside, and it is very dirty... "

Before he finished speaking, the connoisseur stopped moving, his eyes sluggishly resting on the simple canvas with half of the picture exposed.

It is a world that human beings have never reached, and the depths of the universe are full of beautiful colors.

The ethereal and moving nebula contains the embryos of stars. The fiery celestial body exudes a temperature that can burn the eyeballs in the color of the oil painting. The deepest darkness is hidden in the celestial body, which is so charming that people cannot look away.

This is like an incredible dream, where all kinds of colors that cannot exist in nature are so harmoniously mixed together, and this vast and indescribable world is constructed.

This is—in this age of steam, the universe that only exists in human conjecture and has never been reached by anyone.

As Altus fully displayed the painting, the originally noisy hall was suddenly so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Everyone stared blankly at the oil painting displayed on the stage, with dull and intoxicated expressions.

They seem to be immersed in an unknown and mysterious world, entering a dream bestowed by the gods, witnessing the mysteries and beauty of all nature in the mysterious depths that cannot be reached by human beings, and reaching the other shore of human eternal life.

After a long time, it seemed like only a few seconds later, the auction bell in the connoisseur's hand was rang unconsciously, as if waking everyone up from a long dream.

jingle--

When the bell rang, some people were gasping for breath because they were so obsessed just now that they forgot to breathe. Some people were still looking at the painting fascinatedly, and couldn't help approaching, wanting to touch the painting that seemed to have magical power. The arrogance and contempt just now are gone.

Altus looked down at the ugliness of the audience, and a smile slowly appeared on his numb face. The recognition he had been looking forward to finally appeared in front of him.

The connoisseur also came back to his senses. At this time, there were already one after another bidding voices from the audience, each of which was louder and louder than the last. Everyone wanted to get this painting, this perfect painting.

No one noticed that as the human beings fluctuated with excitement and frenzy, more and more black breath was stripped from them and blended into the oil painting on the stage.

In the spacious theater hall, countless wisps of black mist are sucked into the oil painting in the center of the stage like the center of a storm, making this exquisite and unspeakable painting even more touching and full of invisible charm, making it unforgettable and magical. Dazzling, the greed that I want to have in my heart.

"I told you, you'll all be fascinated by this painting...I told you!"

Altus had a sick smile on his face. He looked at the audience and the connoisseur beside him. The connoisseur flattered him and apologized for his previous unreasonable behavior. Among the oil paintings in Tess' arms.

Without a doubt, no one can escape the fascination of this painting.

Under the stage, someone asked about the name of the painting, and Altes hesitated for a moment before replying, "It's called "Dream."

In the end, the painting was bought by an unknown nobleman at a price of 5000 million gold coins. Altus became famous overnight, and his name spread throughout the kingdom.

Because the painting he sold turned out to have been bought by the country's great prince, who proudly displayed it in the Royal Museum, anyone who has seen it will be stopped, and someone who has tried After snatching this priceless painting, the eldest prince had to hide it in his own collection palace in the end, and no longer exhibit it to the outside world.

And the eldest prince became more and more addicted to viewing this painting. He stayed in front of the painting all day and all night, as if he was indulging in a fantasy that human beings only dream of.

Altus, who became the most famous painter in the kingdom overnight, should have lived well, but the fact is that he has fallen into madness.

At first, Altus, who realized his dream of becoming famous all the time, lived a life of luxury and luxury. He spent money like water, indulged in extravagance, and the owner of the Meishen Gallery who looked down on him was secretly destroyed by him, taking revenge on everyone. Those who offended him when he was down.

He kept drawing paintings inspired by his dreams, all of which possessed a kind of crazy magic power, and were eagerly purchased by countless wealthy businessmen and nobles.

For him, money has become the most readily available thing.

For him at this time, the most important thing has become that long dream.

Since becoming famous, he has never dreamed of such a beautiful cosmic dream.

The god-like dream completely left him.

He frantically wanted to relive that touching long dream, dreaming every night, what would be in the deepest abyss of that dream.

Finding that fascinating place of mystery and discovering the greatest mystery in the world seems to have become the whole meaning of the rest of his life.

It wasn't until later that Altus, whose spirit became more and more crazy and whose behavior became very abnormal, finally dreamed of the universe again.

In a long-lost dream, he returned to the end of the last dream and approached the abyss.

In that place where even the long river of time has dried up and even human imagination can't get close, he wanted to continue to approach the mysterious abyss and pursue his dream, but he was caught by a huge and beautiful planet halfway.

It was a huge celestial body floating on the periphery of the abyss, and its whole body exuded a moving light.

He felt that he was gradually being attracted by the celestial body, approached, and felt many illusory fragments of information, and his soul danced and twisted as if it was shattered.

As he got closer and closer to the celestial body, a faint music sounded in his ears.

It was as if someone was hitting his fragile brain through his skull, creating a long and narrow gap, and then the sound of the wind shuttled back and forth through the gap in the skull.

It was also like a flute blowing calmly. In the long and deep cave, accompanied by the sound of ticking water, it reached his ears from the depths of the netherworld. While he was intoxicated by it, he felt that his soul became stronger and stronger in this faint sound. Hair twisted.

The huge celestial body was getting closer and closer, and the tone resounding in his ears also became more and more roaring.

He finally understood that this was the voice of this celestial body.

It's like listening to this ancient celestial body with a lifespan of hundreds of millions of years telling a long and terrifying story. The moving sound of the celestial body makes people crazy and intoxicated.

However, just when Altus was about to finish listening to the beautiful celestial voice, he woke up from the dream.

The sound of the celestial body had a greater impact on him than he had imagined, and it was still echoing in his mind until he woke up.

Altus opened his bloodshot eyes, and sat up in a dazed and crazily paranoid manner. Unable to fall asleep any longer, he drew one oil painting after another, drawing out everything in his dreams.

As if influenced by the weird and beautiful celestial sounds, every stroke of his oil painting has a messy and crazy meaning.

The chaotic and distorted colors and the unreasonable composition reveal all the crazy delusions and the great mysteries of the universe in his dream, including the unique charm endowed by the abyss that has not seen the true content in the dream so far, making people unable to take their eyes off .

If someone compares these paintings with those sold by Altus before, he will be surprised to find that this painter is becoming more and more bold, and his brushwork and style do not belong to any painting genre in the world.

Obviously, no painter can deny that this man named Altes created a genre of his own.

Although this genre is despised by academic circles because of its crazy and incomprehensible colors and messy composition of paintings that do not conform to orthodox academic research.

But there is no doubt that Altus has become a veritable master of painting.

His legendary experience of starting from a tramp spread throughout the country and spread on the Steam Continent.

Every day, there are many painters who come here to visit him, but they are all rejected by Altus.

He cared less and less about fame and fortune. These things that he had longed for were now discarded. No one knew what Altus wanted at this time.

The only thing outsiders know is that this great late blooming artist is gradually becoming manic and neurotic.

In the eyes of everyone, Altus's temper became more and more moody. He shut himself in his study all day long, painting priceless oil paintings, but there was no smile on his face.

According to the servants in the painter's mansion, the painter is going mad, muttering strange words all day long, and believing in a strange pattern drawn one after another on the canvas.

It looks like a ball, and it looks like an abyss, and it's creepy just to glance at it.

No one knows when it started. This legendary oil painting master named Altus seemed to have lost the meaning of life, and he was so decadent that he returned to his previous appearance of a tramp, but his expression was more like a mentally disturbed lunatic .

Of course, some people speculate that perhaps this is a common problem among artists.

One day, another sunny afternoon,

Standing in front of the bay window on the balcony, Altus' eyes were dull and dull. He saw the servants in the garden avoiding his eyes in fear, but he didn't care. He was recalling the dream of last night.

Since the last time he dreamed of the sound of the celestial body, he began to dream of the huge celestial body every night.

In the dream, he is no longer heading towards the abyss that he pursued wholeheartedly in the past, but as if captured by gravity, in that long dream, he is getting closer and closer to the celestial body.

The sound of celestial bodies fills his soul, making him full of inspiration every day, and he never stops his brush.

This should have made Altus happy. Although he couldn't get close to the abyss, the celestial body was so beautiful that it captivated people's minds and made him intoxicated.

But I don't know why, in a dream, I watched the huge endless celestial body become more and more clear in the dream, so clear that I could see various twisted swirl patterns on the surface of the celestial body.

Altus suddenly felt frightened.

He began to refuse to fall asleep, walked out of the bedroom at night, walked in the empty corridor, and muttered to himself.

It seems to be repeating what the celestial body tells itself, or it seems to be simply uttering incomprehensible crazy words.

Because whenever he closes his eyes, the appearance of a celestial body will appear in front of his eyes.

That crazy celestial body follows like a shadow.

Altus didn't know how to describe the appearance of that celestial body.

The patterned celestial body that looks so beautiful from a distance will be discovered after approaching, those patterns are so terrifying.

The distorted lines formed by the flowing cloud bands and storms are like a dynamic oil painting. The thick oil paint colors slowly spread like in water, intertwined, twisted, and closely connected.

It also looks like a woman's rolled skirt corners are densely packed together, and the black holes formed by the curled fabric of each skirt corner are like the eyes of a celestial body, silently looking back at any existence that looks directly at him.

The appearance of that celestial body appeared in his mind, and Altus couldn't help curling up nervously, as if a deep cosmic space appeared in front of him.

Whenever he dreams of these scenes, Altus will feel a suffocating pain, and he feels that he is being gradually swallowed.

Inexplicable intuition told him that his feeling was correct.

He vaguely felt that when he got closer and closer to the celestial body in his dream, until he finally fell into the huge celestial body, he would really be swallowed.

Altus didn't know whether it was a gift from the gods or a punishment from the gods. After giving him everything, he gave him the unpredictable terror of life and death.

But he seemed to have suddenly awakened to the wonders of life, and became frightened, seeking all ways to get rid of the long dream.

Not sleeping, painting all day, etc., but it didn't help, but it made my spirit break down even more.

It was only at this moment that Altus suddenly realized that perhaps the time when he no longer dreamed of long dreams was the last mercy given to him by the gods.

And he didn't know good from bad, and still blindly pursued the reward that should have been short-lived, which led to the current ending.

Finally, Altus recognized everything, he accepted his fate, and no longer rejected the long dream.

In the process of gradually falling into the celestial body, his spirit became much more stable, and he felt a sense of peace of mind like returning to the mother's body.

Until the last dream, he laughed in his dream.

He seemed to have returned to the embrace of God, and a warm feeling enveloped his soul.

Perhaps falling into this great celestial body is the best ending for him.

However, the only regret is that he has not yet seen the true face of the deepest abyss.

For the last time before falling into the celestial body's atmosphere, Altus looked into the abyss on the other side of the celestial body.

The beautiful and inexplicable abyss filled with bright celestial bodies is his belief to this day.

He once guessed that the God of Creation might live there, the father of all creatures in this world, who created all things and creatures.

Being able to sleep so close to the God of Creation is indeed a good ending for Altus, who has believed in the abyss with all his heart since he went crazy.

Soon, Altus was torn into pieces by a desperate suffocation and storm, but the expression on his face was strangely serene.

Outside of the dream, Altus, the painter who often came out to wander the corridors at night, muttering crazily to himself, had already made all the servants fearful.

They didn't dare to approach the room where the master painter was. It was rumored that he was offering sacrifices to some strange evil god, which made him crazy and evil.

Many servants didn't even dare to work here anymore, they chose to leave, and soon, there were only a few servants left in the mansion. One morning, they found the body of the painter Altes.

A body with a smiling face, swollen and distorted limbs, and an unknown mass of flesh tissue, making people go crazy just by looking at it.

The last few servants were also frightened to the point of insanity, and quickly left the mansion after reporting the crime.

The once glorious painter died so strangely, but the news was inexplicably blocked.

Some men in black robes came to the kingdom some day later.

When I came to this locked-down mansion, I saw that the painter's remains that were everywhere were stolen by the servants, and I also saw the unnoticed flesh and blood all over the mansion, which was spreading out in a very polluting manner.

This city named Fog City has been reduced to a city of flesh and blood long ago when paintings filled the galleries, but the humans living in it are not noticed, and every place with paintings is filled with distorted images. Flesh tissue is the center of diffusion.

The flesh and blood sucked the negative emotions of human beings, thrived, and spread outward like spores.

"It's too late, here...it's over."

The middle-aged uncle with a cigarette in his mouth wrote down these information in the file notes tiredly and sadly. This is an unknown number of times. A city is about to die in a package of flesh and blood.

Since the disaster decades ago, these unspeakable horrors have spread crazily across the Steam Continent.

Many human beings have unknowingly become monsters composed of deformed flesh and blood tissues. In order to prevent them from spreading, all regimes that know the truth choose to eliminate them.

Even though they didn't notice the abnormality, they still lived in their own cities like normal humans.

However, they are monsters.

After the middle-aged uncle finished recording, he put on his hat again and left here.

There is a strange pattern on the back of his hand, which is the proof of the sealing organization.

The Seal Organization is the most powerful justice organization on the Steam Continent, and its founder is a man named Ryder.

This powerful warlock who is still alive is the belief of the entire sealing organization, and even the entire continent.

The sealing organization he established against the heresy, the ancient god sect, allowed many countries to react from this sudden crisis, so that they would not fall into flesh and blood one by one.

They will win this disaster.

The middle-aged uncle's eyes were firm, and when he saw the soldiers outside the city who were already in battle, he nodded to indicate that he could enter the city for cleaning activities.

These infected citizens are not lethal, and even ordinary people can deal with them. They don't even realize that they are monsters, and they can only die in the pain and confusion of being slaughtered by the army as ordinary people.

However, this is the cruelty of this disaster, and there is nothing he can do.

Next, his task is to recover those weird paintings one by one.

Those sources of infection can no longer spread. Fortunately, research has found that when the paintings do not reach a certain density, they will only affect a relatively small area. Their work is relatively easy, and there will be no need to clean up a city like this again. up.

The middle-aged uncle thought this way, standing outside Wudu, and saw that the once prosperous city fell into a sea of ​​flames. Except for the dignitaries who were restored to health by special means, the civilians were all buried in the hands of the army.

"gone."

The middle-aged uncle sighed, looked away, and disappeared in place using magic.

real world

Ke Su looked at the final ending of Altus falling into the celestial body on the computer, and laughed with satisfaction.

Captured another wallpaper, it's delicious...he means, it's pretty good.