[Comprehensive British and American] Cthulhu Summons Master

Everything was like soaked paper at the beginning, blurring the handwriting, leaving only mottled color blocks blooming to show the past.

There is no end to memory, even if you never forget, you can't see the beginning when you look back.

He doesn't know the meaning of his own existence, he only knows that he is a part cut off by that existence, with no name, no surname, no desire, no desire, and no return.

In the long and repeated thinking, he wanted to explore his own goals, thinking about whether he exists only because of existence, and existence is reasonable.

Looking at the falling stars, countless atoms are entangled, pulled and collided to create new elements. The brilliant light emitted by the radiation lasts forever, and it grows more and more as time goes by.

Wandering alone from beginning to end, he didn't know what loneliness was, until he met Azathoth outside the endless universe of nothingness.

No, in fact, the word met is not appropriate, because they have already noticed each other for a long time, and knew each other's existence from the very beginning.

"You have become stronger and stronger. You were just a small ball when you were abandoned. I thought you would collapse and disappear like the fleeting galaxy."

This was Azathoth's first attempt to communicate with him, and it came on a whim.

The content of the words didn't sound suitable for small talk, Azathoth seemed a little official, but He didn't carry it so much, he kept talking to himself in his heart, and when he opened his mouth, it was like opening a chatterbox.

"It stands to reason that we should all be immortal. Did Azathoth see that? That guy devoured another civilization, and made an unreasonable move when that civilization was at its peak... Well, talking like this is a bit tiring, Need a name for the guy, any suggestions?"

In places where light cannot reach, two forces 'communicate' in the thick darkness.

He has been paying attention to the movement of his mother body, constantly repeating creation and destruction, as if executing a predetermined script, turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain. All the rise and fall of life and death are just shrouded in the management of that existence.

"Aren't you born from the same root? Why do you ask me?"

Azathoth found that he was more familiar than expected.

"It's right... I don't like that guy, so let's call it 'restriction', because I still remember that guy will always whisper some rules and principles in his head."

"'Constraint'?"

"It's very appropriate, isn't it! You have also discovered that 'restriction' is everywhere, and all birth and destruction are the judgments made by 'restriction'. It is above the entire universe. It is not an exaggeration to call it the consciousness of the universe, but' Conditioning is cold, so I don't want to call it consciousness, I am the consciousness of conditioning, and when conditioning realized it, it abandoned me."

"...This sounds contradictory. Since you are aware of it, how can you abandon it?" Azathoth did not deny that he was very interested in the existence of "restriction" very early on, and many civilizations spied on it. Seeing the existence of Azathoth, he even called it the source of the gods, but only he knew it in his heart... In fact, there was an invisible force controlling everything with an irresistible power.

And now that power finally has a name—Constraint.

"Because there is nothing that 'restriction' can't do." He said casually.

Trying to communicate for the first time, Azathoth found this unexpected group of chatter that was discarded by the 'condition', and since then began to talk to himself from time to time.

"Then what should I call you?"

"Hey...yes, I don't have a name either." He seemed to be reminded by Azathoth before he remembered that he also needed a name, "nana...? This name is the opportunity for me to appear."

At that time, He was still a part of "Constraint", following a certain destiny and pronouncing a death sentence for a civilization, the earth collapsed, the sky was boiling, and an intelligent creature hugged its lover and raised its head and let out a neighing cry.

nana... nana...

It was the stone thrown into the lake; it was the sharp knife that cut the canvas; it was the first stroke that fell on the white paper... There was a qualitative change in the flash, something from scratch, and the 'restriction' felt a trace of it. Sour emotions like never before.

This is absolutely not allowed, the dirt in the clean water must be removed, so the "restriction" started self-purification, separated all the uncontrolled parts, and hurriedly threw them into the empty deep space, maybe The 'restriction' at that time was also flustered, because it was never expected.

"Azathoth! Azathoth! Did you see that there is another little mermaid on the planet Mirap who has been stuffed with knowledge because of his belief in Yog, and has gone crazy because he knows the truth of the universe!"

"..."

"Why is Naia always happy to make trouble and stir up disputes?"

"..."

"Azathoth, I want to start a bet, bet on who will win the final battle between Cthulhu and Hastur, how about it?"

"..."

Azathoth began to regret that he took the initiative to provoke Nana. When he didn't want to answer many of his meaningless and boring questions, he basically kept silent, but since he knew his descendants, he started to entangle them again. This Shabu Nicholas also expressed dissatisfaction, but Yog and the others got along well with him.

The original intention of the old contract was to make Nana quieter. Unlike most "elders" who have become restrained after a long period of time, he is too emotional.

At the very beginning, the old contract really fulfilled the purpose of Azathoth. Through the old contract, Nana was no longer limited by the torrent of time advancing in a single line. He saw every past, present, and future in the boundless universe. In the scene of civilization, he glanced at the traces of civilization, touching every stroke that was engraved in the corridor of history.

Until he discovered the earth and human beings because of Naia.

Like Naia, he has a preference for human beings. Of course, Naia does not admit this. He insists that it is most interesting to seduce human beings, and promises that one day human civilization will be destroyed by him himself.

And he is even more obsessed with human beings, and has almost completely given up observing other planets, focusing on human beings.

The old contract made Nana see countless possibilities on the earth. Compared with many powerful civilizations in the universe, human beings are so fragile, without invulnerable skin, slender and fragile bones, and short-lived like fireflies. Lifespan, but it is so endless.

What He likes most is watching how hopeless human beings rekindle hope. The light that bursts out of the eyes at that moment is brighter than any supernova explosion, and the tears that will flow from those eyes, with various This strong emotion made him feel a little touch.

The invisible body shuttled in the blue sky, and he imagined that there was such a beating heart in his body, and a pair of bright eyes... preferably black eyes, the kind with the most intense color but full of light, he I also want to live once.

Ah, it turned out that I had such an idea... Nana was a little surprised, her invisible body gathered together as if stimulated, and then slowly stretched out.

Naia turned into a human man and is negotiating with an officer. He is instigating humans to start a world war, and a handsome Germanic officer across the long table is their bet this time. From the current situation, Naia Ya is about to win.

"How long will we continue this bet?"

Naia, who has always been eloquent in demagoguery, has achieved his goal. After the officer left, he raised his head and asked.

"Until the end of mankind." He replied at that time.

He and Naia have a tacit understanding, no matter how harsh Naia says and does things that cause waves, human beings are not in danger of extinction, and it is not just Naia, in fact, many old rulers are interested in the earth. Inadvertently showing interest, although in fact they don't care about human affairs, but those contacts are enough to reflect a certain charm of human existence.

Gamble again and again until one time.

In the alley, Naia whispered evil words into the ear of a man who was swaying in front of the criminal road. He watched the man's trembling hands gradually show a ferocious expression on his face. This city seems to be surrounded by invisible black hands. This is a city named Gotham, and it is also Naia's favorite city recently.

Dirty hearts are like the accumulated dust on the wall, which will fly up and itch when blown gently. This time, they bet on a little boy, betting that he will become the night that destroys the light, or be in the darkness. The last light.

"Are you angry?"

When the little boy's parents fell in a pool of blood, Naia keenly noticed that Nana beside him seemed not as calm as usual.

"I don't know, I always knew that what you did was very evil and excessive in the eyes of human beings, but it has never been as disgusting as it is now."

The desperate cries of the little boy were intertwined with the sirens in the distance. The immature child already understood the meaning of death, because the tears from the death of his parents wet his dark blue eyes. There is deep self-blame.

As if fine glass shards fell on her body, Nana felt strange emotions rising. When the thought of 'why he didn't die' flashed in the little boy's mind, he floated down and stopped on the small boy under Naia's frowning gaze. around the boy.

He circled around him, as if he was in a hurry to do something, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

"What are you doing?!" Naia narrowed her eyes.

"...I just wanted to see him up close."

In fact, I can't tell why I acted, Nana hesitated for a moment and replied, but she still clearly noticed the uncertainty in her tone.

Later, when Naia recalled it, she realized that Bruce Wayne had become the most special existence in Nana's heart since then, and the reason was unknown.

If it is said that the living body who shouted 'nana' in a certain dead civilization triggered the 'restriction' birth emotion, then Bruce Wayne, who cried bitterly because of the loss of his parents, was the opportunity for Nana to want to become a human being.

In the name of the bet, Nana started investigating Bruce Wayne, who she thought was justified.

What happened that night left a wound on his mind that would never heal, so he watched the delicate white brows begin to wrinkle due to years of squeezing. Bruce Wayne often frowned, especially When he was alone, even in the most expensive clothes, he could still feel a wordless sense of heaviness from his straight waist.

At this time, Nana often chooses to stay aside. Bruce Wayne is very smart and good at learning. When he reads, he usually falls on his shoulders and reads together. In fact, this kind of "study" is meaningless to him, but It is his greatest pleasure to contemplate what Bruce Wayne would have thought when he read this passage.

The accident of that night made his life seem to stop in the night forever. Regardless of whether the sunlight dispelled the chill and shadows on his body, his heart was placed in a cave of eternal night.

Wayne Manor is quiet all year round. His childhood ended early, without the loud laughter that children should have. Bruce Wayne's precocious silence and the silent company of the butler have become the most common scenes in Nuoda's manor.

But even so, when He followed him out of Gotham, climbed the mountains with bare hands in plain clothes, watched him lose his identity as Wayne's heir and mingled in the mud of the lowest class of society, and heard him speak vulgar and filthy words... The fist knocked the villain down, and Nana had the illusion that she also had a heart.

So when Batman stood on the top of the tall buildings in Gotham and overlooked the whole city for the first time, Nana stood beside him and felt an unprecedented surge of emotion. He couldn't see himself, but He was always watching For him, whether he struggled with himself, had nowhere to release his anger, or had the urge to kill for revenge in his mind... He was watching him.

Bruce Wayne's eyes were the most beautiful he had ever seen.

The wind with a damp smell blew his cloak through his transparent body, watching him jump and start the journey that belonged to the dark knight. A certain idea finally took shape in his mind.

"You won." This is the first time Naia has compromised. In the past, the gamble would continue until the end of the human life, and it was the first time that the winner was divided halfway.

"You know better than me that he will never go to the dark, don't you?" Sensing Nana's speechless gaze, Naia first explained with a 'tsk'.

"Of course he never will."

The appearance of the girl with long black hair reappeared. The smile on Nana's face this time was much more natural than before. She said it with certainty and a little pride.

"He's Bruce Wayne! He's Batman!"

"...Don't you think you care too much about this human being?"

"Isn't it possible?" Without denying it, she asked back.

"Tch, you should be very clear, right? He can live for at most eighty years, which may be like eight seconds to you."

After finishing speaking in a bad tone, Naia wanted to pry open the ball of exhaust gas to see if there was water in it, why did she become like this when she met this human being.

"Then..." Nana pondered for a while, "Nia, I want to become a human being so that I can live with him for 80 years."

Almost suspecting that there was a problem with his hearing, Naia's eyes widened in disbelief, followed by a rapidly rising anger, he felt that Nana was completely crazy...

"what are you saying?"

Under the moonlight as calm as water, the skin of the girl she transformed was morbidly white, and the blue and purple blood vessels were clearly visible under the skin. There was a beating heart in the simulated body, playing the melody of life one after another.

She pursed her lips, like a human would do.

"You promised me that if I win the bet, you will help me, right?"