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However, Azathoth, the origin of the Great Old Ones and a symbol of "blind folly," went out of control. It stopped its eternal, ceaseless stirring and playing, distorted the Great Old Ones that were close to infecting it—or were infected by it—and even drove away its only messenger, plunging itself into "still silence."

At first, the Great Old Ones didn't pay attention to this unusual silence, because they were all chaotic and disordered beings. One second they might be like holy angels granting the wishes of those who prayed, and the next second they could kill them all without any burden.

However, as time went on, Azathoth's "silence" not only did not change, but began to spread to the surrounding area.

"The Outer Realm was born from it. When it was active, the Outer Realm was also active. The Great Old Ones would survive and grow in the expansion and activities of the Outer Realm. But it stopped... So the Outer Realm also stopped growing and even began to 'shrink'. New Great Old Ones could not be born, and the old ones were constantly squeezed into space. But there is always a limit. Some of the Great Old Ones were crushed by the 'shrinking' Outer Realm and returned to the source of Azathoth, while others tried to escape into the 'Inner Realm'. These are the Deep Ones you encountered."

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Lin Yi suddenly asked, "Where is Nyarlathotep?"

“Nyarlathotep is its messenger, the closest of all the Great Old Ones to it, and also the one most affected. When it realized that it could no longer maintain its presence in the Outer Realm for long, it encouraged the other Great Old Ones to flee to the Inner Realm, and then discovered you through the Deep Ones.”

Shub-Niggurath, who was wearing the appearance of "Saya," had a blank expression: "In order to make you notice 'its' existence, and also to make 'it' know your name, Nyarlathotep had to break the taboo and say its name, and then it fell into a deep sleep."

Just as humans cannot utter the true names of the Great Old Ones, lest they be subjected to unknown and terrifying pollution and persecution, the Great Old Ones also cannot easily utter the name of Azathoth, for it is their origin... And uttering it will naturally result in "punishment." As the messenger closest to Azathoth, Nyarlathotep paid the price of "slumber."

In the past, this punishment wouldn't have been considered severe for the "Outland," since the Great Old Ones had almost endless lifespans and only needed to wait for the day they would awaken. However, for the "Outland" that is now gradually shrinking along with Azathoth's silence, it is tantamount to a slow death.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Yi asked a second question: "What about Yog Sothos?"

"It has fulfilled its mission, opening the 'Silver Gate' at the cost of its own destruction. As you step into the Outer Worlds through the 'Gate' using Yog-Sothoth's remains as a 'gate,' it also falls into a long slumber, awaiting the moment when the 'Silver Gate' closes..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yi suddenly realized.

Compared to Nyarlathotep, who uttered Azathoth's true name, Yog-Sothoth, another of the three pillars of the gods, not only did not reduce the taboos against the destruction of the earth, but in some ways was even more serious.

To use a normal human analogy, the actions of the three gods were tantamount to trying to lead a "thief" into their house. Nyarlathotep was telling the "thief" where the house was, while Yog-Sothoth was simply opening the door for the "thief"... The reason the punishment was only slumber was probably because of Azathoth's "silence," otherwise, it might not have been impossible for him to be "returned to his origin."

And the final step, after informing the house of its location and opening the door, is what Shub Nicholas is doing now—informing the "thief" about the house's owner.

"It possesses the characteristics of 'the four facets of God,' namely, it cannot be looked at directly, cannot be described, cannot be understood, and cannot be measured."

As he spoke these words, his "body," which had been rebuilt from its fragmented state, began to show signs of instability.

No, it's not just Saya's body, but also the "earth" beneath her feet—this "outer world" itself—that's showing signs of separation.

"When you face it, don't believe what your 'eyes' see, don't believe what your 'mouth' describes, don't believe the results of your 'brain' thinking, and don't believe the data your 'hands' perceive."

"It is blind and foolish, but in its presence—you are too."

The next second, the "scenery" in front of them shattered.

It was as if countless years had passed in an instant. The mottled traces eroded everything before my eyes. The gray spots on the wall piled up layer upon layer, and the passing "pedestrians" formed continuous worm-like traces, which then turned to ashes little by little under the blowing of the "breeze"...

When the hospital was weathered from the top floor down to the ground, Lin Yi, standing inside, looked around and saw no trace of the building in good condition.

not only that.

Looking up at the sky, the things reflected in my left and right eyes achieved a rare "unity," neither the blood-red flesh nor the azure sky, but a grayish-yellow—the color of dried flesh.

The entire "world" seemed to have passed through billions of years in an instant. Apart from Shub Nicholas's enormous "corpse," not a trace of the "offspring" that originally lived inside her remained.

Having witnessed all of this firsthand, Lin Yi gradually understood what it meant by Azathoth's so-called "silence"...

"Is this the Outer Realm that has been halted?"

The outstretched palm gently touched the top of the dilapidated wall on one side, and with a crashing sound of sand and rubble collapsing, the once solid building turned into fine sand and gravel that scattered everywhere.

Lin Yi knew very well that these were not real "buildings," but corpses—the "corpses" of Shub Nicholas, the offspring of the Black Goat.

There was a long silence.

"No wonder you went to such lengths to bring in this 'thief'."

Release your palm and let the "corpse" from your fingertips fall to the ground.

"Whatever your reasons for making this choice, I should at least thank you."

Through the slowly tearing "sky," one could glimpse the chaotic void beyond Shub Nicholas's "corpse," and from within that chaos, a faint "song" could be heard—

"It gave me hope."

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The Great Old Ones: Chapter 939 Too Much Stimulation

In the dark sky, a burst of bright white lightning flashed and briefly illuminated the eerie scene below.

On the hard bluestone ground, red dye was used to draw pentagram patterns, and shadowy figures stood among them. Half of the figures held torches and sickle-like objects, while the other half knelt on the ground, their bound hands and feet struggling incessantly. Often, at such moments, they would be met with a merciless attack from behind.

The splattered blood and the pervasive stench of blood made it clear that the hundreds of square meters of "pentagram array" carved on the ground was entirely made of blood. Faced with this horrific scene, most of the people who knelt on the ground collapsed and lost their will to resist, while a small number resisted even more fiercely.

Tekes is one of them.

Unlike most of the people kneeling here, he had a more accurate understanding of his situation. His profession was detective, or rather, investigator, and he was here entirely because of a case he had been hired for.

A series of disappearances have occurred in a remote village far from the city, including the case of a wealthy businessman's son. His father hires Tex, a renowned private detective, to investigate the matter at a considerable cost.

After following the clues left by the missing person to this remote village, Tekes, who initially thought it was just an ordinary case of missing persons, quickly realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

But after Tex, with his exceptional knowledge and experience, deduced that the murderer was not a lone individual but the entire village, he lost the ability to escape and was captured by the fanatical villagers and brought here...

Based on the various bizarre "common sense" he had briefly encountered during his long career as a private detective, Tekes recognized that he was currently in a magic circle used for summoning—an inverted pentagram, blood, offerings... none of these elements seemed to be for summoning a god or anything like that.

The people tied up around them were the victims of those missing persons cases. They were all thought to be dead, but they never imagined that they would be used as sacrifices...

Tekes had no contact with the "spells" chanted by the fanatical villagers, but the increasingly intense throbbing pain in his mind convinced him that this was definitely not a good thing.

"Damn it, we have to get out of here quickly, who knows what they're going to summon—"

The accompanying henchman was brutally murdered before his eyes, his hands and feet severed, his abdomen cut open, and his internal organs laid out on the blood-stained ground. A fanatical believer knelt on the ground, shouting the unknown incantation.

"Hear me! King of Infinite Space! P.lanetmover!——"

As if in response to this call, the extremely gloomy sky once again burst forth with flashes of thunder.

This scene undoubtedly enraged these fanatical believers, who slaughtered their fellow believers at several times the previous pace. Some even turned their scythes on the villagers around them after killing their "sacrifices." Amidst the constant chanting and recitation, Tekes felt his vision blurring…

An ominous premonition grew, yet the tight bindings on his hands and feet and the ever-present threat of a falling blade forced him to strain his eyes and observe intently. Then, at a certain moment, the chanting reached its climax, and a flash of light, more dazzling and intense than any thunderbolt before, struck the ground—

In an instant, Tekes' eyes were burned by the intense light. He screamed and closed his eyes. The screams and chants that had lingered in his ears for a second were completely replaced by the thunderous explosions. The rumbling in the air even temporarily masked the beating of his heart. In this environment, even breathing was a luxury.

It's unclear how much time passed, but when Tekes regained his senses, the surroundings became unusually quiet.

"Cough cough..."

After coughing up blood clots that tasted rusty, the detective felt much better in his throat. Although his eyes still stung, he could still manage to do his job simply by keeping them open.

It was this action that allowed him to see the "figure" in front of him—

"He" stands at the center of the "sacrifice".

On the surface, "He" looks no different from a human, shrouded in a long black robe, seemingly observing the "altar" at his feet. However, Tekes would never be so foolish as to mistake "He" for a human—even if "He" is dressed in human clothes, has human limbs, and even speaks a "language" that sounds like a human... No, is that really language?

When the unreal voice, as if from a dream, reached his ears, Tekes only heard a slight cracking sound in his ear. That was the last sound the private detective could hear. Tekes felt no pain or tears, only relief.

His instincts clearly told him that it was not an "attack," but merely "self-defense."

Just as humans consciously limit their exertion to a certain extent to avoid physical injury during activities, the rupture of the eardrum is only to protect the brain—that is not a "sound" that humans can hear, even if "it" has no malicious intent.

But is that enough?

While doubts lingered in his mind, his body acted first. His hoarse throat could not utter a sound, and his hazy eyes were fixed on "His" back. No matter how many times his survival instinct and rational wisdom warned him—it was dangerous, very dangerous, very dangerous, he would die, he would die, he would die… his eyes were drawn to some extremely deadly concept, unable to close or look away, until he witnessed "His" turn around and see "His" face clearly.

The brain is destroyed before the eyes.

The images reflected on the retina were transmitted to the brain. The images were perfectly "normal" but could not be understood in any way. It was like forcibly inserting a sharp diamond into tofu. Tekes felt his brain being torn apart, half frozen and half burned.

After completely destroying all his thoughts, his eyes slowly closed as if he felt "satisfied"... That's not quite accurate, they were simply "burned," with pungent pus rolling from his eye sockets to the ground, and then exploding into dust with a "pop."

……

Looking at the native lying on the ground with white brain matter oozing from his mouth and nose and a satisfied smile on his face, Lin Yi had to swallow back the question he was about to ask.

"Hmm... was it a bit too much of a shock?"

The Great Old Ones: Chapter 940 Disaster Mode

If the attribute bar contains a section like "Cthulhu Mythos" or "Knowledge of the Great Old Ones," Lin Yi has probably already reached the MAX level after encountering Nyarlathotep, Yog-Sothoth, and Shub-Niggurath—the ceiling level that can't be improved any further. Although it's completely useless in other worlds, it's extremely convenient in the Outer Realms, such as recognizing the magic circle under his feet that "summoned" him.

"The key element is knowledge, the key to opening the passage is the Silver Gate... the incantation to summon Yog-Sothoth."

It is obvious that the natives of this outer world only wish to summon one of the Three Pillar Gods, and most likely an avatar rather than the original. They only desire a portion of forbidden knowledge, not "themselves." However, they are clearly unaware that this "King of the Endless Void! Star Shifter! Solid Foundation! Master of Earthquakes! Conqueror of Terror! Creator of Pain! Destroyer! Victorious One of Glory! Son of the Void and Chaos! Guardian of the Abyss! God of Primordial Darkness! Lord of Dimensions! Mysterious Sage! Guardian of Secrets! Lord of Labyrinths! Master of Angles! God of Night Hawks! The Final Tip! Lord of Gates! Pathfinder! Primordial Omnipotent Immortal Lord!" has fallen into a deep slumber due to even deeper "forbidden" knowledge and is completely unable to respond to their summons.

Similarly, Nyarlathotep and Shub Nicholas are in a similar situation. Now, no matter where they try to summon these three gods, they will not get a response, only a vague one... But that was in the past. After Lin Yi took the initiative to link the summoning of these three gods to himself, now any ritual in the Outer Realms that attempts to summon them will ultimately point to Lin Yi, just like now.

Not enough. Forcibly entering the world's interior with his true form would be too stimulating for the native life forms. Although the unique structure of the outer world prevented it from triggering the world's self-protection mechanism, Lin Yi's existence might be more dangerous for these groups with naturally high "spiritual vision" than for most of the ancients...

Lin Yi was certain that he had no intention of killing anyone present—after all, they were the ones who facilitated his entry into this world, and he would need to obtain further information from them. However, when he squeezed into this world, more than 90% of the people had their heads blown off, and the remaining 9% had their hearts stop beating the moment they saw him with fanatical eyes. The only survivor died with a "satisfied" look on his face after he made a sound...

"I don't really understand the fanatics' thinking, but it doesn't matter anyway."

The twisting force completely obliterated the pentagram beneath his feet, along with the mangled corpse, and the next second Lin Yi appeared directly in the sky... or rather, in outer space.

The three ancient primordial gods have fallen into slumber one by one. The initial blindness and folly symbolize silence, and the former rulers have fled in droves. The "Outer Realm" is now almost completely undefended for Lin Yi, let alone this time when he intervenes in his true form.

Close your eyes, and invisible ripples spread directly from the surface of the azure planet inwards, scanning and copying the entire planet's structure in less than three seconds, forming another identical star in your mind. The only difference is that there are a few faint red "dots" on that blurry surface.

……

Innsmouth, a port city in Massachusetts.

A distorted phantom appeared out of thin air, and the busy pedestrians around were completely unaware of this bizarre scene. Even a casual glance would selectively ignore that area—it was an incredible anomaly, but also a stroke of luck born of pity.

Unlike the inner world, Lin Yi gradually noticed the differences in the outer world after stepping into it. If the humans in the inner world relied on intellectual cognition to transform the world, the humans in the outer world relied on "blindness" to maintain their survival. Any cognition of the outside world must be kept within a certain limit. Too low is backward, and too high is madness. In such a world, only those "rational fools" can live long enough.

After forcibly entering this world in his true form, Lin Yi himself also acquired this "indescribable" trait. According to the "narrator," every intelligent life form will passively make multiple rational judgments when it observes its own existence. Even if Lin Yi himself does not have such thoughts, the rationality of those who observe will be impacted... Unless the system of the outer world is completely destroyed, this phenomenon will continue to exist.

Of course, if you "can't see" it, that's a different story.

"This reminds me of a theory that humans live on the sea, but their knowledge is limited to small, isolated islands, beyond which lies the endless ocean."

Looking around at the busy crowd, Lin Yi raised an eyebrow: "Here, perhaps ignorance is a kind of happiness?"

[...A young investigator arrives in Innsmouth, a small town with many doubts about the place, and decides to search for clues and begin his operation.]

After noticing the "narrator's" words, Lin Yi was speechless: "You think this is still a survey mode?"

The young investigator gazed out to sea, then made a gesture that was difficult to decipher: he raised his hand towards the ocean.

An invisible force compressed the air, along with the dust swirling on the ground, as if sensing something, and frantically fled. The slightly trembling ground caused pedestrians to stop in their tracks, anxiously peering around but failing to discover anything that could be considered unusual.

—It wasn't an earthquake.

People living in earthquake zones made this judgment, but the panic in their hearts left them at a loss. Some people began to flee, even though they didn't know why they were fleeing or where they were going. Others simply lay down on the ground, like ostriches, surrendering their fate to the unknown.

Then, the ocean they "saw".

Slowly, steadily, heavily—the “sea” rises toward the sky.

In the dawn of human history, in that primitive and backward era, ancient myths were born, telling the story of a descending son of god who parted the sea with a scepter. However, in this age where "science" has gradually overthrown ignorance and led to civilization, a genuine "myth" is unfolding before people's eyes—

Extending his right hand, Lin Yi raised it twenty centimeters. Its negligible potential energy, under the "information manipulation," was converted into the energy to lift the sea two thousand meters. Looking down at the panicked "fishmen" on the seabed, Lin Yi smiled and said, "Now, it's disaster mode."

With a raised right hand, he slammed it down hard in a backhand motion.

The Great Old Ones: Chapter 941 Lord of R'lyeh

In a daze, I heard a sound like an eggshell breaking.

As the overwhelming seawater "returns," the first to be affected are the "unknown terrors" hidden beneath the ocean floor, the "indescribable" beings that drive those who look directly to madness and those who peer into despair. Under this natural disaster, their fate is no different from that of humans. Under the impact of hundreds of millions of tons of mass energy, there is no matter that can remain intact—whether it is alive or dead.

From high above, the surface of the blue planet in the third orbit of the solar system looks like an eggshell that has been "cracked." The broken "eggshells" bound by the planet's gravity do not spread into outer space but accumulate on the surface. However, what is leaking out from under the "eggshells" is not a lava-colored "yolk," but an incomparably deep darkness.

Along with this darkness came "singing".

[...The young investigator destroyed the town of Innsmouth, losing all leads in the investigation.]

The young investigator stared directly into the "unspeakable" depths of the ocean, deeply shaken.

[Rationality: ∞/∞]

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A young investigator disrupted the Earth's crust and discovered new clues.

A young investigator discovers traces of an evil god.

This darkness seemed to lead to the bottom of an abyss, from which you heard twisted and frantic cries...

You see birds on the ground, and as they sing, they grow a third wing;

You see the reptiles on the ground, their song a unified whole;