The Dragon That Devours the World

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There is no time in this dark place, everything is in chaos.

How long did the gods who created the world wait? From a human perspective, it’s not good, maybe for a moment? Maybe billions of years? do not know.

But the monster that the creator was waiting for has not yet arrived, instead, another unexpected guest has arrived.

With a long beard and a bit of worry in his eyes, a wise man full of wisdom suddenly appeared in this dark place and walked towards the creator of the world.

And if the big snake is still there, maybe it will remember who this person is.

Mimir, the wise giant.

It was just different from the Mimir that the serpent saw. At that time Mimir had white hair and beard, full of twilight, and indifferent to everything. At this time, Mimir, although his hair and beard were long, had not yet completely turned white, his eyes were full of wise, but he had a bright look and had not given up hope.

"Outsider, you are here."

The creator of the world, the spirit of illusion, looked at the wise giant from the outside world, and said.

The illusory spirit knew his arrival, and Mimir was not surprised at this point. For those who can see all kinds of people and gods, the future is not a secret.

So Mimir respectfully crawled in front of the **** of creation, then raised his hand, raised his head, and pleaded with him.

"God of creation, the world we are waiting for is already facing a great crisis, please have mercy on us."

Mimir's words are earnest and contain enthusiasm.

But for Mimir's prayer, the creator just shook his head.

"Outsiders, I know your intentions, but I can't help you either."

"You don't need your own help, you just need to tell me the trace of the omniscient and almighty."

Hearing the creator's refusal, Mimir said eagerly.

Mimir drinks water from the Spring of Wisdom every day. He knows the past, the future and the present; he also knows the things that do not belong to his own world; he knows the things that have happened, have not happened, and will not happen.

Every day, his wisdom is improving and knowing more. But even so, traversing infinite time and space, it did not think of any way to escape the disaster.

Except for one.

Through the water of the fountain of wisdom, he knew that there was a **** of creation in this world, and in the world created by the **** of creation, there was an all-knowing and almighty with infinite power.

In the entire time and space, I am afraid that only this omniscient and almighty can help it.

So, with this kind of hope, he came to this world.

However, facing Mimir's prayer, the Creator still just shook his head.

"Outsiders, it's gone."

"Not here?"

"Yes, it's gone, and will never be."

"Then when might it appear?"

Mimir asked unwillingly.

The creator's answer completely shattered his fantasy.

"Any inch or moment of time and space will not be there. It has left this story forever."

Mimir wanted to ask more questions, such as the meaning of the story in the creator's mouth, but the creator did not speak any more.

In the end, Mimir's expression was uncertain. After thinking and thinking, it seemed to be hesitating, and finally made up his mind.

"Thank you for your guidance."

The wise giant finally left, but before leaving, he thanked the creator for his guidance, and then disappeared into this world.

Vague, like a cloud of illusory spirit watching Mimir away. In this timeless concept, moment and eternity are equal.

Therefore, He saw that Mimir and Ymir decided to reset the world of reincarnation repeatedly to avoid falling into the mouth of that monster one day.

However, the reincarnation was reset again and again, and finally a brand new monster was born in the world.

The greedy snake finally swallowed the world, but there were still some remnants that fell into the mouth of the monster at the end of the long river of time.

The monster at the end of the long river has not yet woken up, and may never wake up.

But the thing that is bigger than indescribable, bigger than the sky, bigger than the universe, bigger than all the time and space combined is there, and will always be there.

After that, the snake that swallowed the world swam into the void, but didn't realize that he had been moving upwards against time.

In the past, it will encounter creators who have not yet created the world at that time, and encounter the story of that time.

This is the root of the story.

...

But the creator of the world no longer looked at the past, but looked at the future.

Because just when the big snake is moving towards the past against time, in the future, there is also a monster coming towards the past against time.

Although it has not yet arrived, the creator of the world seems to be able to feel its breath.

Pain, ferocious, madness, hunger...

The frantic breath came from the future world and swept all the void.

No one can see its full picture, only a shallow phantom it casts in this world, but even this shallow phantom has flooded all time and space.

"..."

The phantom opened its mouth wide, seeming to be swallowing it, but it seemed to be saying something.

The invisible mouth opened, and in the mouth that was big enough to swallow all time and space, the creator saw countless shining universes.

Countless time and space are ups and downs in the belly of the monster, strong or weak, all things, heroes, gods and even creators all rise and fall in their respective time and space.

In the eyes of the creator, it can even see that at the end of countless time and space, there is also a creator, there is also a mouth opened by an invisible phantom, and the creator and phantom in the belly of the phantom... …

Endless, endless, like a mirror image of infinite recursion.

But that is not a mirror image, but a reality.

Up and down, left and right, the past, the present and the future...All the world is already in the belly of this monster.

Its head is still at the beginning of time, but its tail has extended to the end of time.

Countless time and space are floating in its belly, and countless universes are shining with brilliance, forming its body.

The greedy, violent monster finally swallowed everything at the end of time, swallowing everything into his own belly, but still couldn't be satisfied.

The dragon of greed, the snake of autophagy, finally ushered in his own despair. The monster who was crazy because of hunger could only devour himself to satisfy his desire.

And everything in that Phantom's mouth is exactly all the time and space after being swallowed.

"..."

where is it.

The creator heard the roar of the phantom, and it was looking for the omniscient and almighty.

Right now, it is only possible to solve the hunger of monsters.

But the creator of the world only gave the same answer as before.

"It's gone."

"where is it……"

"It's gone forever and ever."

"..."

And the response to the creator was the anger of the phantom, which once swallowed the **** of creation, and once again swallowed the **** of creation.

In the face of this force, the creators did not resist, because resisting was also in vain.

Before the glorious body shattered, God laughed mockingly.

"The unintentional monster, even if it swallows everything in its stomach, what can it do."

Unreal spirit, death.

While in the same place, the phantom's anger sounded, and it roared and issued a name, a name that could not be uttered in a human voice.

"Naya..."

...

Somewhere in the world, 1930 AD.

Earth, America.

A thin middle-aged man was writing something on the desk.

"I don't understand, what exactly is Yugsothoth? What does it look like? What are the countless spheres you often mention? Is it a bubble?"

The man wrote in dry writing, describing what he thought of as Yugsothoth.

"It is the door, the key, the gatekeeper, the ruler of all time and space..."

"All these descriptions are actually referring to the essence of Yugsothoth-it is a living world."

"All time and space together constitute it-Yugsothoth, the countless shining spheres are actually countless large and small universes."

"Because of this, Yug Sotos knows where the door is, because Yug Sotos is the door; Yug Sotos is the key; that is, the gatekeeper. The past was in him, and now is in him. , The future is also in him, because everything is in Yug Sotos's body."

"Because all time and space belong to Yugsothoth himself, Yugsothoth knows everything that happens in any time and space, and is the Lord of All-Knowing and All-Seeing."

"He knows where the old ruler broke through; he also knows where the old ruler will break again. He knows which lands in this world have been ravaged by him; he also knows which lands still carry him. Trample; he also knows why when he tramples on the land of suffering, no one can see his face..."

"Everything is in Yugsothoth, and Yugsothoth is also in everything..."

"All of this is because of all the time and space, that is Yugsothoth himself. All the stories happen in Yugsothoth's body, and all the old rulers are also in Yugsothoth's body. , And even Yugsothoth himself."

"For this reason, Yugsothoth knows everything, because it exists in everything..."

The man wrote for a long, long time, and finally reluctantly described Yugsothos as he understood it.

Finally, it wrote.

"That's why I originally wanted to call these stories the Yugsothoth myth, because Yugsothoth was originally a noun similar to Rome, Japan, Egypt, and the earth."

"The myth of Yugsothoth is exactly the myth that happened in Yugsothoth."

After patiently replying to this reader, the man opened the letter from the next reader.

"Mr. Lovecraft... Excuse me, the chaos of the ambush..."

This reader asked some very interesting questions, and it really hit the man's itchy. And it asked some topics about Nyarlatotepu in the man's book.

The man was silent, then wrote.

"Thank you very much for your letter... Regarding the Chaos of Fuxing, I think you should pay more attention to the identity of the **** of thousands of faces and the messenger of the outer gods."

"A long time ago, I once said that I had a dream. In the dream, it was a dark cave. I walked along the cave. There was a faint light beside me, but there was deep darkness beyond the light. "

"In that darkness, there seemed to be countless voices whispering. They were terrible and scared me. In the end, those whispers in the darkness spread countless shadows, attacking me and engulfing me..."

"This is my philosophy when I created Nyarlatotepu. When those dark things project some light around human beings, those strange shadows that creep on the ground and extend out..."

"Nyarlatotepu, you can also think of it as human cognition of indescribable things, so it has countless appearances, it is the messenger of outer gods, and it has the most frequent contact with humans."

"..."

The thin man wrote, but didn't realize that there was a shadow behind him.

The shadow stood with his chest, quietly looking at the man struggling in front of him, and said.

"So, human beings are really fragile creatures. Even if they create gods, they only have 47 years of life, don't they?"

It seemed to be talking to someone, but the man was completely unaware of its existence, as if he couldn't hear its voice at all.

At this moment, the shadow glanced at it, dissatisfied.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, don't look around."

But in this small room, there is nothing else but the shadow and the man, and I don't know who it is talking to.

But the shadow looked straight ahead and grinned.

"Who do you think I'm talking to?"

It pointed to you behind the screen and said.

"Don't look anymore, it's you, mortal."

"Huh? Break the fourth wall? Anything like this is fine."

But then, he said with interest.

"However, now that guy can't find the omniscient and almighty, he must be mad. Haha, the omniscience and omnipotence can't even control the person who created this story, and he just ran out of his head when he was born."

"In that case, it's rare to be able to tease this guy with a coat of omniscience and omnipotence. It's really interesting."

"But I can't beat this guy in this story, it seems it's time to run."

As he said, the shadow looked at you behind the screen, showing a hearty smile.

"Then, perishable mortals, let's see you in the next story."

Immediately, the devilish shadow laughed wildly and disappeared in place.

In the bookstore, the thin man wrote without realizing it.

If there is a story inside the box, then outside the box are the people who create and read the story.

People created the gods in the story and became the people who created the gods.

But the gods in the shell are gods after all. A hundred years later, the people who created the gods have turned into dust, and the gods still exist in stories, pictures, images, poems, and other information. Even provoke the mortals outside the box to shout their own **** names, fight each other in their own name, shed blood and conquer hostility.

After a hundred, millennia, and ten thousand years, the gods inside the box will still exist, while the mortals outside the box have already changed batch after batch.

Even after tens of thousands of years, the mortals on the earth have died, and the gods will still exist in the information and in the light, until the next mortal thing opens the box...

The gods inside the nutshell peeped through the gap and stretched out their tentacles, slowly and unshakably changing the world of mortals outside the nutshell.

"... Although stories are just stories, they are not just stories."

At the end of the letter, the thin man wrote such a sentence.

Seven years later, Lovetraft died.

And the stories it created, and the stories of the terrifying gods in the indescribable world, still circulated quietly on the earth.

The mortals who created the gods died, but the gods live forever.

...

"God of Outland."

When I saw the beautiful girl with long straight silver-white hair, a small and exquisite appearance, and a long hair on top of her head, the illusory spirit who had not yet created the world spoke up.

"Why are you here?"

The illusory spirit, as always, doesn’t like to know the future in advance~www.readwn.com~, and the self-proclaimed creeping chaotic Outland God looks like a beautiful young girl, sticking out her rosy tongue, and using the tip of her tongue. Moisturize the lips.

Then, the corners of his mouth raised, and a pure smile appeared on his face.

"Of course... to make the story more interesting."

Niyako, the **** of thousands of faces, said with a lovely smile.

...

After a long time, an angry roar sounded.

"Naya..."

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