Fairy Britain, they all want to raise me?

As he said this, the guest's eyes suddenly caught sight of the sword hilt on Guinevere's back. His attitude suddenly improved a lot and he changed his words.

"Okay, that's enough for the trick. Friends, do you want to come and have something to eat? The food at this banquet is really delicious, isn't it?"

With that said, he enthusiastically took the other piece of elbow that he had not chewed off the table and handed it to Guinevere.

"No, I don't have to-!"

Without finishing his words, after seeing the man's denying elbow clearly, Guinevere suddenly widened his eyes and stood up.

The elbow handed over by the guest had five distinct fingers at the end - it was a burnt human hand!

ps1: I'm still not used to just playing Guinevere... so I decided to play Guinevere directly. You guys know that there is another Guinevere who plays Hyde.

ps2: This chapter has 5300 words. In addition to the 25 words that should be updated today (referring to the 1300th), there is also an arrears of 24 words. Yesterday (referring to the evening of the 25th to the noon of the 23th), I originally wanted to update 2200 words. I paid back the number of words I asked for leave on the 2200rd, but I was too sleepy at the end and stopped writing 1300 words, so I added the 3500 words to the [-] words. I paid back [-] words first, and added the remaining [-] words to the debt. More inside.

Chapter 4 "The King in Yellow"

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Seeing Guinevere suddenly jumping up, the guest looked at him in surprise and said in confusion.

"—"

In order not to be noticed by the guest, Guinevere did not yell or open the hand in the guest's hand. He just tried hard to suppress his nausea and fear, and constantly calmed his breathing, allowing himself to do his best. He replied calmly:

"...No, it's nothing. Meng...I'm fine...It's just that I don't like eating this..."

While saying this, Guinevere waved his hands to refuse.

"Oh, you don't like this...then I'll give you another one!"

With that said, the guest put his hand back into the pile of food, grabbed another ball of food and handed it to Guinevere:

"how about this?!"

A strong fishy smell came from his hands. Guinevere took a closer look and saw that he was holding a dark, tentacle-like limb of an unknown creature in his hand, with a layer of slippery mucus attached to it. At this time, it was still crawling and squirming, and it didn't look like it was dead and could be eaten.

And when Guinevere looked towards the tentacle, he saw a mouthpart on the tentacle opening towards him, revealing its fine teeth, as if it was roaring silently.

Guinevere shuddered suddenly, feeling the chill rising from behind and down his spine. He couldn't help but take two steps back, and subconsciously looked towards the dining table.

As if a layer of gauze originally covering his consciousness was torn off, the normal food from his perspective all showed its original appearance. When he looked closer, he discovered the rich food on the table. The meal was all a bunch of stomach-churning things, like sticky slugs, centipede-like bugs with lots of legs, and tentacled monsters like some kind of sea devil.

It's just that the monster has been dismembered long ago. Even so, its scattered limbs still maintain strong vitality and squirm unwillingly. Now the guest handed over one of those limbs.

And, it's not just the food... At this moment, the guests wearing masks also changed their appearance, revealing their true appearance - their skin was extremely pale, as if they had been dead for a long time. They looked like zombies, even with corpse spots and various signs of decay. White tentacles leaked from their cuffs or under their clothes, and there was sticky white mucus on them.

As for the guests who were still hugging each other and dancing slowly, they have also changed to another appearance now. The mutated mouthparts protruded from the gaps in their clothes, biting each other's bodies, tearing off a piece and then A piece of flesh and blood, but new flesh and blood will grow quickly - they are not dancing, they are eating each other!

Guinevere took two steps back, feeling a little weak in his legs, and sat down on the chair with a thump, but he quickly thought of something again, and immediately looked down at the chair he was sitting on - only to see a The chair made of bones made him jump up again.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

Seeing Guinevere's appearance, the guest who was talking to him just now took a few steps towards him and put a hand over with some concern - but from Guinevere's perspective, He had already seen the sharp fangs in the slowly opening mouth of the hand and the light yellow mucus stained on it.

Moreover, while the mouthpart opened, Guinevere clearly heard the mouthpart say:

"If you feel uncomfortable, just let me eat the uncomfortable part of you! Then it won't feel uncomfortable!"

Guinevere pulled out the long sword from behind and pointed it towards the guest:

"Stop."

Realizing that if he continued to move forward, the sword would undoubtedly pierce his body, the guest had to stop angrily: "It's really rude. If you don't want to eat, you won't eat. What are you doing with your sword?"

"...I'm really sorry, I don't like others touching me," Guinevere said slowly, resisting the urge to chop directly, "I don't want to eat, thank you for your kindness, it's nothing If there’s anything else, I’ll leave first.”

Then, seeing the guest staying where he was, turning around and grabbing things on the table and eating wildly, Guinevere turned around and quickly looked for the exit of the hall.

Although he didn't know what the hell this place was, he didn't want to stay any longer.

As he searched around, more of the furnishings of this hall appeared in his eyes. There was a high platform at the end of the hall, and in the center of the platform was a huge stone throne, with no one sitting on it.Behind it is a wooden inlaid sculpture depicting a giant knotted dragon. There is a large balcony on the left side of the hall, overlooking the courtyard and the lake, and on the right side are the three arches from when Guinevere came before.

And just as Guinevere was approaching the three arches, something suddenly came up under his feet. Guinevere lowered his head and saw that it was a thin yellow booklet with the edge of the cover It was in tatters, like strips of rags on the edge of a robe.

Instinctively feeling that this yellow booklet seemed a little special, Guinevere flipped it open, only to find that there was only a blank page of yellow paper in the middle of the booklet... However, when he focused on that When I looked at the page, I found lines of text slowly emerging from the top:

[Bremchas: (announces loudly) Your Excellencies, your Lordships, and ladies!It's time for the truth to come out!It's time to show your true self.Take off the mask and see who is dancing with you! ]

[(Scattered applause. Bramchas returns to the throne. As the guests remove their masks, there are murmurs of pleasure, displeasure, surprise, and derision. Camilla hesitates before taking off the mask. She forces a smile .The stranger did not move.)]

[Camilla: You, sir, please take off your mask. ]

[Stranger: Seriously? ]

[Casiluda: Yes, it's time.We all took off our masks, except you. ]

[Stranger: I don’t have a mask. ]

[Camilla: (horrified, approaching Cassiluda) No mask?No mask! ]

[Casiluda: (exclamation) I'm afraid what he said is true. ]

[Stranger: I am the truth. ]

[Camilla: (shaking, loudly) You're all crazy!madman!The end of the world - oh, why won't you let me go? (increasingly hysterical) The mark and the city that don't exist at all, and that, that faceless one, and the dark stars, and, and... (collapses, sobbing) You are all crazy, and you are driving me crazy! ]

[Stranger: Remember these words, for when this city is lost to Carcosa, these words will forever echo in the streets outside.There is no relief.not end yet.no future......]

[Camilla: (screaming) No! ]

[End. ]

[——"The King in Yellow" Act [-], Scene [-]]

At this point, those words no longer appeared... However, when he saw the last line, Guinevere's thinking had stopped.

All his attention was attracted by the last line, which is the title of the play:

——"The King in Yellow".

Guinevere's hands trembled.

He tremblingly closed the script again, and then looked at the characters on the cover of the small yellow booklet with his eyes, only to find that several characters that he did not recognize before seemed to be clearly visible now:

——"HASTUR"

"Hastaur...Hastaur, Hastur the King in Yellow?! Hastur the Old One?!"

Guinevere's body shook uncontrollably. Although he didn't know much about the Cthulhu Mythos...but this old ruler who is famous in the Cthulhu Mythology He has heard of it - the "Unspeakable One", the "Lord of the Deep Space Star Sea", the cousins ​​of Cthulhu!

But...what's the situation now?Shouldn't I be on the set of Xingyue?The worst thing is that he has already been involved in the fourth singularity. Why is he related to Hastur, the King in Yellow... Fuck!

Guinevere suddenly sounded. In the Xingyue world view, there seemed to be several followers who were closely related to the Old Ones or other evil gods in the Cthulhu mythology.

At this moment, Guinevere also heard a voice coming from the center of the hall. Immediately afterwards, a guard with an elegant mustache jumped onto the high platform and announced loudly:

"Okay! Your Excellencies, adults, ladies! It's time for the truth to be revealed! It's time to reveal your true identity. Take off the mask and see who is dancing with you!"

Guinevere's eyes widened. He seemed to vaguely understand something. He immediately looked at the pamphlet in his hand, especially at the words of the person named Blemchas at the beginning. ...But the words were exactly the same as those spoken by the guard just now, word for word!

Then, around Guinevere, with scattered applause, the guests present took off the white masks on their faces, looked at the guests around them, and then expressed various joy, displeasure, surprise and A sneering whisper.

However, unlike the indescribably distorted faces Guinevere imagined under the masks, those guests revealed human faces after taking off their masks - although their faces were as pale as The paper is bloodless, like zombies, but it is a human face after all.

Although the situation did not improve, their faces made Guinevere slightly relieved. But at this moment, he suddenly found that the people around him were looking towards him:

"You, sir, please take off your mask."

At the same time, the same sentence as recorded in the script sounded in the hall. It was made by a young female voice. However, Guinevere looked around but could not find the person who spoke. He just felt that the fog around him seemed It became much denser in an instant, and the thick fog outside flowed into the hall at some point, making the hall become hazy.

"what?"

Guinevere made a surprised sound, but at the same time, he noticed that all the guests around him had focused their attention on him, and some of them were even slowly approaching him.

Guinevere hesitated for a moment. Seeing more guests gradually surrounding him, Guinevere had no choice but to take off the white mask on his face and raise the mask high to show the surrounding people. See:

"Take it off, I took it off, sorry, I was just thinking about something."

"Very good, sir."

The guard nodded, and at the same time, the guests who were approaching Guinevere also stopped and continued to lean towards him.

Just when Guinevere breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly heard the guard who had asked everyone to take off their masks shouting again:

"Okay! Your Excellencies, adults, ladies! It's time for the truth to be revealed! It's time to reveal your true identity. Take off the mask and see who is dancing with you!"

"what?"

Hearing those words that were the same as those he heard before, Guinevere raised his head in surprise.

Haven't all the guests taken off their masks?What else will happen if this happens——

Then, the sight that caught his eye stopped Guinevere's thinking.

Everyone began to tear their faces apart. They roughly inserted their fingers into their eyes, punched them out and dug them out. A large amount of blood seeped out from their eye sockets, but they did not do anything. He didn't care, he just used the gap created by this to insert his fingers into it, then grabbed his face tightly and started to tear it down hard.

After a burst of blood splattered, all the flesh on their faces was torn off by them, revealing the pale bones underneath - no, that's not right!What appeared under their faces was not bones, but pale masks one after another!Masks identical to the ones they first took off.

Guinevere staggered back two steps. Such a scene made his hands and feet feel cold. But as soon as he stepped back, he bumped into someone behind him. Guinevere subconsciously turned around, only to see a pale face. There was still human skin left on the edge of the mask that had not been torn clean, and blood was dripping down, and there was even a drop on Guinevere's clothes.

And where the eyeballs should have been on that person's mask, now that they had dug out their eyes, there were no eyes anymore. There was only a darkness as deep as an abyss, and now, that person was looking through the black hole. Looking at him:

"You, sir, please take off your mask."

And, it wasn't just him, starting from that person's words, all the "people" around him looked at Guinevere again, hundreds of pairs of dark holes staring directly at Guinevere. Nivelle, behind his pale mask, made the same voice:

"You, sir, please take off your mask."

ps: After thinking about it, after all, the Fourth Singularity is London, it’s foggy, it’s still in the Victorian era, and the protagonist originally had some relationship with Cthulhu. After thinking about it, I decided that since I want to change it, why don’t I write something about it? It doesn't seem to make sense.

But don’t worry, this confused situation will soon pass. It is at best the beginning of the team’s script, and it will soon pass, and then the real plot of the fourth singularity point will begin.

Well, this is today’s Chapter 1, and there will be additional updates later. I’m going to start the explosive updates I promised before. I’ll start with a guaranteed [-] words today.

Current update status: 4200/8000

Chapter 5 Black Star Arrives (8k words big chapter!)

"You, sir, please take off your mask."

The hair is creepy.

In the middle of the group of guests, Guinevere's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

After they repeated this several times and Guinevere remained unmoved, the group of guests gradually walked towards Guinevere. Among them, the one closest to him was Guinevere who just retreated. The guest he met had already stretched out his hand towards his face:

"It's time, please take off the mask, we all took off the mask, except you."

"Get out!"

Guinevere drew his sword out of its sheath again, and the blade was immediately placed on the guest's chest, hoping to make him retreat like the guest who handed Guinevere food before... but This time he failed.

The guest actually walked forward with Guinevere's sword in his hand, letting the sword in his hand pierce his heart, and still approached Guinevere, and then asked again:

"Sir, why don't you take off your mask?"

Seeing that his hand was about to reach towards his face, thinking of the actions of these monsters that would just rip off the eyeballs and tear off the face, Guinevere no longer hesitated, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands at the same time, suddenly raised it, and then directly took out the monster. The sword that had pierced the monster's chest was drawn out, and then the blade turned and cut off his hand that was reaching for him.

Seeing his hand being cut off, the guest was stunned for a moment, and then looked up at Guinevere, but Guinevere had already swung his sword again at this moment, and chopped off his head with one sword:

"Damn, I'm not wearing a mask, okay?!"

"No, not wearing a mask?"

Then, just when Guinevere made up his mind and decided to cut all the way out from here, he suddenly heard a voice coming from his feet. Guinevere lowered his head and saw the man he had just chopped down. Some tentacles had grown out of the broken head of the guest's head, and the face supporting his head that fell on the ground faced Guinevere again, and began to scream:

"No mask? He's not wearing a mask! He's the living!"

Then, like some kind of infectious disease, all the guests screamed:

"No mask! He's not wearing a mask!"

"No mask! He's not wearing a mask!"

"The living! The living!"

"He is the living!"

"The living from the land of the dead!"

Screaming like this, the guests all rushed towards Guinevere.

At the same time, the familiar system subtitles suddenly popped up in Guinevere's eyes: