I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 19 World Famous Paintings: Ji Zhuo is Writing a New Book

Because the old book is finished, a new book is prepared.

He collected and consulted a lot of folklore materials, including the content about the Cthulhu myth.

Know the Cthulhu Mythos, a mythological system that was first born from the work of a foreign writer, or more sci-fi.

The core is people's natural fear of the unknown and the unknown's malice towards people.

Later, the Cthulhu Mythos system was accepted and perfected by many people abroad, and then gradually formed.

Looking at the information that Ji Zhuo had previously posted in the author group, the author thought about it, his eyes gradually brightened up,
"...This theme seems to be good. If it's not a new book, I will open this theme..."

"...This theme naturally has a sense of mystery and mystery, and readers will definitely feel novelty when they read it."

"Then let's talk about this topic... But I can't just start writing in a hurry, I have to think about it and collect some information by the way."

"...Then give the protagonist of this novel a name...Klein...Xiao Ke!"

The author thought about it with great interest, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

……

"Crackling."

The sky outside the house has already darkened, and the lights of thousands of houses in the city have replaced the starlight, adorning the city.

Ji Zhuo was still sitting at the desk in the study, facing the laptop.

With an excited smile on his face, he banged on the keyboard from time to time.

It’s not because he wrote the novel smoothly this time,
Instead, it was because he was stuck writing this new book,
Because it was purely a temporary idea, I didn't collect much information about the Cthulhu mythology before, and I didn't have anything in my mind.

Now that I'm writing, Ji Zhuo has to switch to the browser from time to time to look up relevant information.

It doesn't have the smooth feeling when I wrote "Mortal Cultivation of Immortals" at all, and the speed attribute added by two points has no effect at all.

But isn't this more stable?

This is what my five points of inspiration can do.

Doesn't this prove that the system is not operating in the dark this time? This is not stable.

With my five points of inspiration and six points of writing,
Are you afraid that you won't be able to write a street novel with an average score of less than [-]?

Ji Zhuo glanced at the system interface,

When he started writing this book,
The target requirement for this period is fixed at 2000 average orders, and the finished book exceeds 50 words.

This is not to prove that the system also feels that the subject matter it has chosen is also very small.

Steady!Steady!
Ji Zhuo looked excited again, and then continued to type on the coding software after stumbling,
"...Howard woke up from a coma, the ravings in his ears had gone away,
But the pain caused by his raving still lingers in his memory, making him tremble and frown, unwilling to think about it again.

It was a kind of torment of falling from the abyss to the bottom, feeling the pain of unknown distortions in his body, but there was also a kind of stupid fanaticism in his pain.

Stupid?My heart skipped a beat.

Howard didn't dare to think about it anymore, it seemed that the raving in his ear was about to return again.

Rubbing his head, Howard struggled to get up from the ground by the door.

"Mr. Howard. How are you feeling?"

At this time, a hand stretched out in front of Howard,

Howard raised his head to look, only to realize that someone had entered his room at some point, standing beside him.

These are two men.

One was older, with an unshaven beard that seemed to have not been repaired for a long time, and the other was wearing a dress that looked like a magician, with high leather shoes, a top hat on his head, and a gas bill and a charcoal pencil in his hand.

"..."

"You don't look like workers who fry gas meters."

After a pause, Howard stretched out his hand to borrow strength from the bearded man's hand, and barely stood up.

"He's gone, and I'm stopping by to help him with his work."

The young man with the top hat nodded slightly and said with a smile.

"Who are you? What do you want to do! If you don't make it clear, I will call the police."

Howard stood up straight and said sharply, testing these two strange people.

"Mr. Policeman has just left, Mr. Howard."

It was still the young man with the top hat, still speaking quite politely.

"I'm a lecturer at Morey University! Who are you!"

Howard tried again.

"Of course we know that, Mr. Howard, you are a lecturer at the University of Morey, and we also know that you are the youngest associate professor in the Department of Archeology at the University of Morey, and a member of the Archaeological Association of the Kingdom of Lansey."

The young man said to Howard still politely with a smile.

And the unshaven, somewhat scruffy middle-aged man also spoke at this time,
"Mr. Howard, we are here for this."

"Do you still remember the assistant, student and another professor who went with you to investigate the monuments left by the Third Epoch?"

"They're all dead."

"Exploring the unknown requires a price, Mr. Howard."

Ji Zhuo clattered on the keyboard, typing.

Although most of the time it is the backspace key.

A false author has a deep belly, a well-thought-out plan, and writes like a god.

The real author stumbles, writes two sentences and deletes one and a half sentences, and knocks out the backspace key.

Dig out those Western medieval backgrounds, which make readers lack a sense of substitution.

Ji Zhuo wrote this new book "Reviving Cthulhu",

It's a fairly normal novel.

The main character is Howard,

Is an archaeologist who came back from the dead in the world of Cthulhu,

Worked in the Department of Archeology, Morey University, the capital of the Kingdom of Lanxi, is an associate professor of the Department of Archeology, and a member of the Archaeological Association.

Previously, he believed in the Lord of Machinery and Steam.

Because of an archaeological operation, I came into contact with the remnants of the previous era, some information containing great existence.

In the Cthulhu worldview, all knowledge has a price,
Ordinary people often cannot bear the message of a great existence, as if they are cursed.

Assistants, students, and another professor who participated in this archeology at the same time as Howard,
Died in different places in different states successively, in a strange state,
Or commit suicide at home, and the only words left behind are crazy ravings,

Or die in the cellar at home, and when someone finds out, the scene is horrifying as if some kind of ceremony is being held.

Howard originally thought that he was going to die like this,
He returned home, had a meal, and calmly waited for death to come.

He did gradually hear some muffled whispers in his ears,
As the babbling became clearer, he gradually fell into a frenzy, with various crazy thoughts flashing in his mind,
In the end he did lose consciousness.

But the strange thing is that he didn't die like the others,
He woke up again at home.

Just when he was puzzled and uneasy,
Outside the door, a worker who copied the gas meter knocked on his door,
He went to open the door, but in the process of getting up, he heard crazy ravings in his ears again, and passed out.

When he woke up again, two strange men with unknown identities appeared in his room.

They came for the previous weird archaeological operation.

They say they are the night watchmen of the church.

The story also unfolds from this.

As for the story that follows,
Ji Zhuo was still thinking about it, he barely had a rough idea.

Naturally, the protagonist Howard's identity as an archaeologist must be maintained.
Gain strength by exploring some ancient traces and places left over from the previous era and the early stage of this era,

At the same time, the protagonist Howard can also be allowed to join the church in the early stage to reveal the worldview.

However, in order to reduce the reader's sense of involvement,
Ji Zhuo didn't even write that the protagonist is time-traveled, he directly assumed the identity of an aboriginal.

"Crackling..."

"'We are the Night's Watch, sir.'

"night guard?"

"Yes, guarding the night and guarding the dawn. We belong to the church."

"Which church, I am a believer in the Lord of Machinery and Steam, this does not sound like the organization of the Church of Mechanical Steam."

"Of course. We have other names in the Church of the Mechanicus. Electric lights, or tungsten filaments. You know, these things can also emit light. The Night's Watch is just a general name for all teams like us."

"What do you want me to do with the deaths of other professors and my student assistant?"

"It's obvious. But before we came here, we didn't expect to see you, Mr. Howard, like this.

Originally, what we thought was to call the police to open the door, or I just pushed him away.Then come in and see a scene of bloody madness and weird beauty. "

Listening to the words of the young man wearing a top hat, Howard seemed to recall what he had learned before, the scene of the death of his colleagues, assistants and students.He hasn't dared to see it yet.

"Professor Howard, can you tell us now, what exactly did you see there?"

The young man turned serious and asked again.

The young man's words brought back memories of Howard again, and he realized that what he saw in the ruins of the tomb or some other sacrificial place before,

It was still clearly reflected in his mind, so clear, as if it was in front of his eyes.

His eyes were a little red again.

"Azathoth... Azathoth... everything that is blind and ignorant will eventually belong to the god of blind and ignorant.

Stupid, stupid..."

I don't know if it was in my ears or in my mind, but that crazy raving echoed again,

Howard's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to make a sound following the crazy raving.

"...Mr. Howard."

At this time, the young man called him again, as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head,

Let Howard regain consciousness.

"It's a few lines of words and a pattern, a very weird pattern."

Howard looked at the two and said aloud.

"Don't tell us directly. Write it down, draw it up. Don't show it to us."

The unshaven middle-aged man stopped Howard from continuing,

The young man handed over the paper and charcoal in his hand.

Howard took it and put it on the table,

Thinking about those things again in my mind, there will be some ravings in my ears again,

He couldn't help but try to keep his mind as empty as possible, without deliberately thinking about it, just drawing on the paper with a stick of charcoal.

"All that is blind and stupid will return to blind and stupid"

"The great, indescribably stupid god, is the source of everything, the conclusion of everything..."

Empty your mind like this, it seems to feel better.

Is this also a kind of stupidity?
Suddenly an idea popped into my mind,

Startled Howard..."

"... Crackling..."

"The whole person has escaped from the empty state,

Thinking about the weird pattern engraved in his memory again, Howard couldn't stop raving.

"Try to meditate on the god of steam and machinery in your mind, or conceive one of your own creation, and focus on that.

Let your hands subconsciously sketch instead of remembering. "

At this moment, Howard heard the voice of the bearded man again,

He did it subconsciously, and outlined in his mind..."

"What did you outline..."

Ji Zhuo's clattering sound of typing on the keyboard stopped again,
There are thousands of thoughts in my mind, but I can't seem to find the right one.

"Cube? Circle, an inverted Jesus."

Sometimes it's not good for him to diverge his thoughts, Ji Zhuo didn't even know how his thoughts diverged to Jesus again.

"... Are there any pattern items with special meaning in the world of Cthulhu?"

"...Forget it, let's make a fuss about it."

Ji Zhuo googled again, searched for information,
Crackling again, I continued typing on the keyboard,

"...I sketched in my mind a thing that does not exist in reality, and where various shapes are superimposed.

Howard tried to focus all his attention on the sketched thing in his mind, and put the pen on the paper.

Subconsciously, he moved on the paper with the charcoal stick.

The two standing next to Howard glanced at the paper,
Looking at the charcoal pencil held by Howard, he first sketched a few messy lines on the paper,
But these lines gradually converged and connected together, and a weird and distorted pattern gradually emerged on the paper.

The two quickly looked away and stood aside.

"……This is it."

Howard stopped his hands and stopped meditating.

Looking at the pattern outlined by these messy lines on this paper,
Howard couldn't stop his heart from jumping again, and he actually sketched out this pattern subconsciously.

The pattern sketched on this piece of paper is very distorted and weird, making people subconsciously feel a strong sense of distortion and confusion when looking at it.
That is the impact of disorder and chaos on people's reason.

The pattern is like..."

"Crackling..."

The sound of fast typing on the keyboard stopped again,
Ji Zhuo got stuck again.

"... Forget it, let's finish writing here today. Anyway, there is no rush. Take your time."

Ji Zhuo glanced at the already dark night outside the study,
Then I looked back at the bottom right corner of the laptop and it showed that it was ten o'clock in the evening.
After yawning, he turned off the computer and pushed the keyboard.

He stood up and stretched, moving his stiff body.

"...Hey, it's not easy to jump on the street."

"...Then what to do now..."

"Gollum..."

His stomach growled, Ji Zhuo opened the delivery software, and ordered another supper.

"...It's good that there are big cities in big cities. There are so many restaurants open on big nights."

"...Then now, play the game while the takeaway is not here?"

"Ok!"

Ji Zhuo looked after himself and nodded in satisfaction.

Open the game again and prepare a Timi.

……

"Grass growing in the canyon: I don't know how many days + 1 day until the author publishes a new book.

Grass growing in the canyon: It will be twelve o'clock soon, why hasn't the author of the dog released a new book yet?How long has it been? The donkeys in the production team dare not rest like this.

Grass in the canyon: Author: The author was called Da Da when the update was released, and now he is called the dog author.

Take off Wuhu: You are doing stand-up comedy here, didn't Miao sister ask about it before.

Taking Off Wuhu: It is said that I am already writing a new book.Waiting.

Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: When will the dog author publish a new book, remember to kick me.

Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: Sister Miao, can I ask someone again, when will it be posted!Only dog ​​authors publish new books, no matter what the subject matter, I read them all!
Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: Hurry up and publish new books, save the children.

30 per second: I just asked about it before, so it’s not good to remind me any more. Quality is the most important thing.

30 per second: ...I'll ask again tomorrow, just ask someone to ask, the author of the dog should be resting now, right? "

……

"TiMi..."

"Hey! What kind of mobile phone, if it says it's out of power, it's out of power! Don't remind me too much, it can still be turned off when it's on!"

"It's not a game anymore... Gan, let's play with the ball."

"... dong dong."

"Sir, your takeaway has arrived."

And this time,
Ji Zhuo, the author of the dog, is playing a game and eating the takeaway just now.

And the cold and empty study.

It is the world famous painting - the dog. The author writes a new book.

As for the dog author, writing a new book,
The new book is being written, being written.

(End of this chapter)