There's always someone who thinks about my vests and they're fighting

"Don't always be a brat, impolite perverted doctor!" Yumeno Hisaku pursed his lips, expressing his dissatisfaction.

"I don't know your name..." Marco said helplessly, "Also, who is being rude?"

Yumeno Hisaku pretended not to hear the second part of Marco's words, smiled sweetly and blinked at him: "Kusaku, my name is Yumeno Hisaku, you can also call me Q~★"

"Q? Sounds like a strange code name, I'd better call you Kuzuo." Marco smiled, "I'm Marco, the captain of the first team of the Whitebeard Pirates and the ship's doctor. Speaking of which, Yumeno Kusaku The name is very similar to Wano country, are you from Wano country?"

"No." Yumeno Hisaku shook his head and denied, "I have never been to Wano Country."

"That's it..." Marco thought deeply: It's a pity, if it's a kid from Wano country, Izo will be very happy if you bring it back to the ship, right? ...But it’s okay if it’s not, this kid is a little bit crazy, if thrown in the [-]th team, Yizang may not be able to resist, so let’s stay in the first team, take care of it for a while and then talk...

At this time, Yumeno Hisaku didn't know yet, and Marco had already begun to think about the specific arrangements after taking him back.

Hody Jones had left long ago, Namuir watched the whole process silently, and finally couldn't help but want to say something after hearing this: "Marco, you—huh?"

Namuel originally wanted to ask Marco if he was really planning to bring this unknown kid back to the ship, but suddenly found that the red scratch mark that suddenly appeared on Marco's face gradually became lighter in color and then disappeared.

"What's wrong?" Marco asked.

"It's gone..."

Surprised, Namuer looked at Yumeno Hisaku.

After Yumeno Hisaku removed the mark of [Brain Hell], he noticed the sight of Namuir, couldn't help but hugged the weird doll silently, and shrank behind Marco to hide.

This brat seems a little afraid of him?

Nauer guessed uncertainly.

It's really strange, if you're not afraid of Marco, you're afraid of him. What's so scary about him?

As Namuer thought about it, the shark's mouth with its sharp teeth exposed unconsciously curled a little bit, completely unaware that the ferocious expression on his face could stop a child from crying at night.

"What's missing?" Marco glanced at Namuir, and then followed Namuir's line of sight to see Kusaku Yumeno huddled behind him, and couldn't help laughing, "Weren't you very arrogant just now? Now you know Afraid?... Well, Namuel, don't frighten him."

"I didn't scare him." Namuer felt that he was wronged, "Is this kid himself timid?"

"Did you hear that?" Marco hugged Yumeno Hisaku with his left hand, picked up the medicine box with his right hand, and joked with a smile, "If you want to be a pirate, you can't be so timid."

"I'm not afraid!" Yumeno Hisaku retorted loudly, quickly buried his head in Marco's arms, and didn't look at Namuir, how cowardly his actions were, and how arrogant he said, "I have The secret weapon with subversive power, if you are afraid, it should be him who is afraid of me!"

"Hey——" Namuer wanted to say something, but just as he opened his mouth, he saw Yumeno Kusaku trembling unconsciously, a little funny for a while, "... Forget it, I don't want to bother with this brat."

Marco couldn't help laughing, Yumeno Hisaku raised his head and glared at him fiercely: "Are you laughing at me?"

"How? How dare I joke about the 'secret weapon with subversive power'?" Marco smiled and shook the child in his arms, teasing, "Let's go, secret weapon, get ready to board the boat!"

... You obviously have been laughing at me all the time!

Yumeno Hisaku felt a little aggrieved.

Everything is the ontology's fault!I really hate the psychological barriers to fish, I must find a way...

...How about trying desensitization therapy?Step by step, fight poison with fire or something...

On this side, Yumeno Hisaku secretly made up his mind to try to overcome the psychological barrier.

Meanwhile, deep under the sea, Lovecraft was in a state of wonder.

He is dreaming.

Lovecraft was very conscious that he was dreaming. His dreams were as real as reality, but like bubbles, they would break at the touch of a finger.

Lovecraft can wake up whenever he wants.

But he didn't intend to wake up so soon.He rarely dreamed, and almost never had lucid dreams like this one.

He found it interesting.

In the dream, Lovecraft also maintains the form of a huge tentacle monster, sinking quietly on the bottom of the sea, without any creatures around.

Countless transparent bubbles floated around him.

Lovecraft poked one of the bubbles curiously with his tentacles.

"Bloop—"

The bubble burst suddenly.

Lovecraft keenly sensed that there seemed to be something more in his dream, and he tried to see it.

As a result, Lovecraft's vision quickly widened, turning into the perspective of God.

He saw a person.

Just now, Lovecraft accidentally punctured the dream bubble belonging to this person, and then this person was forcibly pulled into Lovecraft's dream. At this time, he was floating in the dream with a blank face. On the surface of the sea, it seemed that he was still in a mysterious state of half-dream and half-awake, unable to figure out the situation.

Lovecraft suddenly came to his senses.

This is the special skill that comes with the card - [Cthulhu's Dream].

Lovecraft inadvertently triggered this special skill after falling asleep.

He can pull all the dreaming people in the world into his dream, and he can manipulate everything in the dream. After people wake up, they will still clearly remember the content of the dream.

Lovecraft's eyes fell on the countless floating dream bubbles, and he saw the phantoms of countless people's dreams: someone dug up an unknown devil fruit on a merchant ship, and was very happy; , with relish; some people are rolling on piles of treasures, enjoying themselves;

Or burn, kill, and loot, and the desires are hard to fill; or live in the back alleys, contented and happy;

Vicissitudes of life.

Each dream is like a completely different fragment of life.

Lovecraft suddenly became a bit interested. He watched with interest for a while, and then used his thoughts to create an incomparably huge underwater city in his dream world. The huge tentacles pointed at the place where the dream bubble was located. Fang Zi flicked it playfully, as if waving a soft whip.

"BloopBloopBloop..."

In the blink of an eye, dream bubbles burst one after another.

One by one, the hosts of these dreams landed in Lovecraft's impromptu cities.

Not only that, Lovecraft also kindly threw the first person he pulled in into this underwater city and gathered them together.

These people quickly wake up from their dreams, but they don't know that what they think is awake is actually just falling from one dream to another.

Lovecraft turned on the perspective of God and secretly observed the reactions of these people.

――"What is this place? Is it some kind of special devil fruit ability user who transferred so many people here?"

——"No, no matter how powerful the devil fruit ability is, there is no way to use the devil fruit ability in the deep sea, right?"

——"Why can we still breathe in the sea? It must be a god! This is the mighty power of a god!"

Too many people have been drawn into the dream.They talked so loudly that even with God's perspective on, it was difficult for Lovecraft to tell which sentence was said by which person.

——"It's so strange, this place..."

Lovecraft heard someone looking around nervously, as if looking for an exit.

In fact, finding the exit is useless.After all, this is a deep-sea city, and unless the entire city rises to the surface, or Lovecraft wakes up from his dream, there is no way for them to leave here.

This city is extremely huge, accommodating countless people, but it is not crowded at all.

In the city, the tall buildings exude a strange green light, which is dazzling and creepy at the same time.

The structure of the building is very abnormal, showing a kind of inhuman weird aesthetics, which makes people anxious, and the strong disgust can hardly be restrained. ——"Such a disgusting building, even if it is a god, it must be an evil god! I hate this place, and I don't want to stay any longer!"

Lovecraft heard some people complaining.

This is R'lyye, the mansion of Cthulhu, a city in the abyss sunken under the sea.As an ordinary person, it is only natural and normal to subconsciously have feelings of resistance to this place.

Even so, abnormal people are not in the minority.

——"Unknown evil god, please give me strength! I am willing to follow you and go through fire and water for you..."

Lovecraft was in a delicate mood when he heard someone praying.

how to say?As expected of being an aborigine of the Pirate World, you are so courageous, you really dare to say anything...

Just thinking about it, Lovecraft suddenly felt as if he was looking at someone.

Is it an illusion?

Lovecraft watched carefully and listened attentively.

――"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I see it! That icy cloud with blue fluorescence! He is B'Moth*! He is the incarnation of the supreme Cthulhu! The great Savior! Please become one with me!"

……Um?

Lovecraft was a little surprised, but soon became indifferent: Oh, it's not an illusion.

Probably a lucky guy with a high level of inspiration.

It's a pity that Lovecraft had no intention of preaching. The reason why he created this city modeled on R'lyeh with his mind was just to satisfy his hobby of staying at home and pull these people into the city he created in his dreams. The mansion was just a whim, a whim.

Fanatics or something, forget it.

Lovecraft looked away uninterestedly, and the noisy voices were still pouring into his ears.

...so noisy.

Lovecraft was suddenly bored and bored at the same time.

So, he ignored the voices from the city, surfaced alone, took human form, and slowly walked into a giant stone fortress at the top of the city protruding from the sea.

The megalithic fortress largely isolated the disturbing sounds in the city, and soon, Lovecraft fell asleep again in his dream.

The author has something to say: Lovecraft (indifferent): I don't want to preach, I just want to sleep.

Believers (fanatic): Ah, praise the great Cthulhu!

Speaking of which, is there any mental pollution in Wenyeli's love craft teacher? …I can’t remember clearly. In short, there will be a slight mental pollution in the form of tentacle monsters here. It’s almost an ultra-low-profile version of Cthulhu. The lucky ones with higher inspiration will randomly obtain some information about Cthulhu. , it is possible to transform into a fanatic of Cthulhu, but only a certain degree of spiritual pollution will not cause physical changes to the polluted object. (It's not a real restraint system! It's purely private!)

*B'Moth is one of the incarnations of Cthulhu, in the form of a cold cloud with fluorescent blue, green or yellow.It is the embodiment of Cthulhu's spiritual power, has powerful spiritual abilities, and can affect humans through dreams and telepathy.It can send terrible nightmares to any corner of the world, and it is an important medium for Cthulhu to spread his thoughts.It has the ability of mind manipulation, and can read the minds of any animal and human at will. The former will be easily controlled, and the latter can use its own will to resist this influence.If the effect fails, Beamon will wrap the victim in layers of clouds and gradually devour his consciousness, causing his consciousness to be completely lost and controlled by himself. (Baidu Encyclopedia)

"Few have witnessed the power of this colossus, and its sights are filled with eerie terror... Mysteries all stem from the foul-smelling mist, because the Devourer can appear in any moisture... The phosphorous fire of the dead lives in This house, fills this room, and from it comes the spirit of the devourer; who dwells deep in the ocean, waiting to return to the surface. His eyes see all directions, and his ears hear all directions."

—Bertram Russell, The Woe of Beamon