Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 298 Naia...

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

How long did the creation gods wait? From a human point of view, it is hard to say, maybe for a moment?Maybe billions of years?have no idea.

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

With long beards and worried eyes, a wise man full of wisdom suddenly appeared in this dark place and walked towards the Creator.

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

Wisdom Giant Mimir.

It's just different from the Mimir that the big snake saw. At that time, Mimir had white hair and beard, was full of old age, and was indifferent to everything.At this time, Mimir's hair and beard have not completely turned white, although his hair is long, his eyes are full of wisdom, but his spirit is radiant, and he has not given up hope.

"Outsider, you are here."

The creator of the world, the illusory spirit looked at this wise giant from the outer world, and said.

Mimir was not surprised that the illusory spirit knew of his arrival.For the gods who can see all kinds of things, the future is not a secret.

Therefore, Mimir respectfully prostrated himself in front of the God of Creation, then raised his hands and head, and made a gesture of pity to him.

"God of Creation, our world is facing a great crisis, please have mercy on us."

Mimir's words were earnest and passionate.

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

"Outsider, I already know the reason for your visit, but I can't help you either."

"I don't need your help, just tell me the trace of the omniscient one."

Hearing the rejection of the creator, Mimir said anxiously.

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

Every day, his wisdom is getting more refined and he knows more.But even so, after traveling through infinite time and space, it didn't think of any way to escape the disaster.

Except for one.

Through the water of the wisdom spring, he knew that there was a god of creation in this world, and in the world created by this god of creation, there was an omniscient and omnipotent being with infinite power.

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

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

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

"Outsider, it's gone."

"Not here?"

"Yes, it's gone, and it's gone forever."

"Then when might it appear?"

Mimir asked unwillingly.

But the Creator's answer completely shattered his fantasy.

"Any inch or moment of time and space will never exist. It has left this story forever."

Mimir wanted to ask some more questions, such as what the story in the mouth of the Creator meant, but the Creator stopped talking.

In the end, Mimir's expression was uncertain, it thought and thought, seemed to be hesitating, and finally made up its 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.

Indefinitely, like a ball of light, the illusory spirit stared at the distant Mimir.In this timeless concept, a moment is synonymous with eternity.

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

But resetting the reincarnation again and again, eventually a brand new monster was born in the world.

The greedy snake swallowed the world at last, but some remnants fell into the mouth of the monster at the end of the river of time along the passage of time.

The monster at the end of time hasn't woken up, and probably never will.

But that which is larger than indescribable, larger than the sky, larger than the universe, larger than all time and space put together is there, and will always be there.

After that, the snake that swallowed the world swam into the void, but it didn't realize that it had been going backwards in time.

In the past, it will meet the Creator who has not yet created the world at that time, and encounter the stories of that time.

This is the root of the story.

……

But the Creator no longer looks at the past, but looks to the future.

Because just when the big snake is going against time and going to the past, in the future, there is also a monster going against time and going to the past.

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

Pain, hideousness, madness, hunger...

The aura of frenzy came from the future world, sweeping through all voids.

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

"..."

The phantom opened its mouth wide, as if it was devouring 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 monster's belly, whether strong or weak, all things, heroes, gods and even creators, all rise and fall in their own time and space.

And 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 big mouth opened by an invisible phantom, and the creator and phantom in the phantom's belly... …

Infinity, infinity, like a mirror image of infinite recursion.

But that's not a mirror image, it's real.

Up, down, left, right, front, back, past, present, and future... All the worlds are already in the belly of this monster.

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

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

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

The dragon of greed, the snake of self-eating, finally ushered in its own despair, the monster that is crazy because of hunger, can only satisfy its desire by devouring itself.

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

"..."

Where.

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

Right now, it is the only one that can satisfy the monster's hunger.

But the Creator only gave the same answer as before.

"It's gone."

"where is it……"

"It's gone forever."

"..."

And what responded to the creator was the phantom's anger. It once swallowed the god of creation, and it swallowed the god of creation again.

In the face of this force, the Creator did not resist, because resistance is also futile.

Before the glorious body shattered, the god let out a mocking laugh.

"An unintentional monster, even if it swallows everything in its belly, what can it do?"

So the god was swallowed by the monster.

And at the same place, the phantom's angry sound sounded, it roared, and uttered a name, a name that could not be uttered with a human voice.

"Nia..."

……

Somewhere in the world, 1930 AD.

Earth, America.

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

"I don't understand. What is Yog-Sothoth? What does it look like? And what are those countless spheres you've been talking about? Is it foam?"

The man wrote dryly, describing what he believed to be Yog-Sothoth.

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

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

"All time and space together constitute it—Yog-Sothoth, those countless shining spheres, are actually countless universes, large and small."

"And that is why Yog-Sothoth knows where the gate is, for Yog-Sothoth is the door; Yog-Sothoth is the key; he is the gatekeeper. He was and he is now , and the future is with him, for all things are in Yog-Sothoth."

"It is also because all time and space are Yog-Sothoth himself, so Yog-Sothoth knows everything that happens in any time and space, and he is the all-knowing and all-seeing Lord."

"He knows where the Great Old One broke through; and he knows where the Great Old One will break again. He knows which lands in this world were ravaged by him; and he knows which lands still bear them trampled on; he also knew why no one could see his face when he trampled on the ground of suffering..."

"In Yog-Sothoth is all, and Yog-Sothoth is in all..."

"All of this is because of all the time and space, which is Yog-Sothoth himself. All the stories happen in the body of Yog-Sothoth, and all the old rulers are also in the body of Yog-Sothoth , even Yog-Sothoth himself."

"And therefore Yog-Sothoth knows all, for it is in all..."

The man wrote for a long time, and finally he barely described the Yog-Sothoth he understood.

Finally, it writes.

"That's why I originally wanted to call these stories the myths of Yog-Sothoth, because Yog-Sothoth is a noun similar to Rome, Japan, Egypt, and Earth."

"The myth of Yog-Sothoth is the myth that happened in Yog-Sothoth's body."

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

"Mr. Lovecraft...excuse me, the crouching chaos..."

This reader asked some very interesting questions, which really hit the man's itch.Among them, some questions about Nyarlathotep in the man's book were asked.

The man was silent, then wrote.

"Thank you very much for your letter... As for the crouching chaos, I think you should pay more attention to its identity as the God of Thousand Faces and the Messenger of 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 around me, and there was deep darkness beyond the light. "

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

"This is the concept I created when I created Nyarlathotep. When those dark things project a little light around human beings, those weird shadows crawling on the ground and extending out..."

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

"..."

The thin man wrote, but he was completely unaware that there was a shadow behind him.

The shadow stood with his chest folded, quietly looked at the man writing in front of him, and said.

"So, human beings are really fragile creatures. Even if they create gods, they only have a lifespan of 47 years, 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 time, the shadow glanced at it and said dissatisfied.

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

But in this small room, there is nothing but shadows and men, and I don't know who it is talking to.

But 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 any further, it's about you, mortal."

"Huh? Breaking the fourth wall? Whatever it is."

But then, he said with great interest.

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

"That being the case, it's really interesting to be able to tease this guy with the cloak of omniscience and omnipotence."

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

Saying that, the shadow looked at you behind the screen, showing a hearty smile.

"So, immortal mortals, let's see you in the next story."

Immediately, the devil-like shadow laughed wildly and disappeared in place.In the study room, the thin man was writing unknowingly.

If there are stories inside the box, then outside the box are the people who create and read the stories.People created the gods in the story and became the people who created the gods.

But the god in the shell is still a god.

A hundred years later, the people who created the gods have turned into dust, and the gods still exist in stories, pictures, videos, poems and other information.They even provoked the mortals outside the box to shout their god names and fight each other in their own name to shed blood and conquer hostility.

After a hundred years, a thousand years, or 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 opens the box...

The gods inside the husk peeked out from the gap and stretched out their tentacles, slowly and unshakably changing the world of the mortals outside the husk.

“…although stories are just stories, they are never 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, as well as the stories of the terrifying gods in the indescribable world, are still quietly spreading on the earth.

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

……

"God of Outland."

When he 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 was about to create the world opened her mouth.

"Why are you here?"

Ghost spirits, as always, don't like knowing the future ahead of time.

But the God of Outland, who claimed to be the crawling and wriggling Chaos, was just a beautiful young girl, sticking out her red tongue, and then moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue.

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

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

The god of thousands of looks, Naiyazi, smiled brighter and brighter.

……

After a long time, angry roars sounded.

"Nia..."

(End of this chapter)