Labyrinth City Mesugaki Pawn Shop

49. Bet (1)

Crawling Chaos, Nyarlathotep.

The highest level of foreign news that can be found while proceeding with the quest to eradicate the cultists.

Let alone combat, the moment I witnessed even one side of it at a social altar where I accidentally stepped in, I couldn’t even react and did something – the clear itself was a godhead that hadn’t been set.

Labyrinth Maze It was a boss who concluded that it was impossible to set anything other than defeat even if professional modders feared overturning the files.

In the first place, since the background itself is in the position of the second person in the Cthulhu myth, I thought it was natural to set that much.

f*ck you, but why did you show up to me now!

After entering this world, I had no memory of being near the evil spirits of the cult.

[The creeping chaos wants to talk to you.]

No f*ck, I don’t want to talk!

Even when I was playing the game, I was aloof on the social side, but I didn’t even touch it unless I was digging into an important side story.

[Creeping chaos favorability increases]

[…Sanity level decreases.]

[…Sanity level decreases.]

[…Sanity level decreases.]

…

…

Even though I just stood still and read the information window, this feeling of being in danger resonated through my spine.

Strange shapes and fear felt from the empty air, and the feeling of falling into an endless, nightmare-like mire were eating away at my whole body.

[The creeping chaos smirks, saying it just wants to talk.]

Bullsh*t is also oil-based resin.

The fact that there would be nothing good from frequent contact with foreign media was a painful feeling of a migraine that seemed like it would break my head even if I didn’t get rid of it.

I feel like my brain will melt just by a simple expression of a doctor.

It’s like this with just a simple information window, but you’re talking directly?

It’s suicidal.

Let alone a conversation, the moment you see even a part of the tentacle protruding from the altar, you might run around shouting “Tequili-li!” Like a psychopath.

Grabbing my head for a while, I tried to get up quickly, but I couldn’t get out of my place because of my legs that kept collapsing.

And that wasn’t the only problem.

“Rafi? Lucky?”

I called out to the two of them while holding their temples, but all that came back was silence.

I opened my eyes softly out of unknown anxiety and looked ahead. What was there was a world that had turned entirely gray.

Raffy, Lucky, and the nun all seemed to have turned into stone statues, a gray sight, and the tea water that had been thrown into the air due to the sudden turmoil was still floating in the air.

An ominous feeling.

As I cautiously approached the window, the world outside was also the same.

In a gray world where all birds flying, clouds, wind, and people walking all stopped, I was the only one who moved with color in it.

“What the hell did you do…”

The creeping chaos, Nyarlathotep stopped time.

“…f*ck.”

[The creeping chaos whispers that you won’t regret it if you talk to it for just five seconds.]

Do you know the way of the unsuspecting street?, You must hold ancestral rites for your ancestors, and you must carry the talisman you are using now to avoid bad luck. But this talisman isn’t usually magical, it’s a little expensive… The same kind of tone.

However, I was seduced by the next alarm that followed.

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“Write it…”

I honestly didn’t like it.

When I visited the hospital for indigestion, I felt like I was notified of the fact that a cancer lump in the terminal stage was attached to my pancreas.

Pioneering a high-pass suicide route that starts with radioactive black tea and leads to the top foreign deity of the cult.

“f*cking game.”

[Crawling Chaos summons minions of its own.]

Foreign press, Outer God Nyarlathotep’s minion.

f*ck, if you ask me to think of Nyarlathotep’s minions, all I can think of are tentacle monsters…

Those monsters whose eyes would boil just by looking at them now, and would scream out their mouths asking to be killed instead of asking for help.

I was confident that I would start a game with bubbles like a dog even if I heard the approaching sound, not just the sight.

I would cry if something like that really came out…

In the stopped time, I wondered what else I could bring up. One by one, I fantasized about it and pondered my fears. At the same time as the sound of footsteps, In-young opened the door and came in.

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“Are you there…?”

A familiar thin voice, pink hair, a conical hat, and sore eyes as if she had burst into tears somewhere…

“If no one moves here, I… I’m a bit scared… Everything turns to stone…”

And even a welcome shout.

“Tequili-li!”

Yerica was coming in with Terry in her arms.

I felt anxiety and relief at the same time in my countless shaking eyes.

“Sah, a living person…! Einherii!”

Her emotions surged up and she cried in her place for a while, but Yerica, who rushed to me with Terry and hugged her, began to speak out what she had endured.

Ein Herii, everyone stops, no one has a story … His witch, Hi -Bloren, and all of them are strange …. Um, I was scared…! I wonder if I was the only one who floated and fell in a place like this…!”

She couldn’t do anything other than hug Ye Rika, who was crying in her arms.

[The creeping chaos claps its tentacles as a touching reunion.]

She’s me. Not only do the information windows keep popping up, but she’s also a party to the regression case, so she can get over it somehow, but what would she think if she suddenly fell into a world where everything stopped?

“But why…?”

Even if I got immunity as a party to the meeting with the creeping chaos, Nyala Topep, what on earth did Ye Rika have to move alone?

Hearing her tears pour out, she went to visit her pawnshop’s Jan, but her witches were all without exception, and she couldn’t overcome the stop of time, she said, and she became hardened.

Then what the hell…

“Teckeli-li!”

Terry, who had clung to Yerica’s arm, stretched out her tentacles as if to brag about her.

Oh, no way…

Looking at Terry, who moved as if it were thanks to her, she was speechless.

Then, the tip of her tentacle changed into a mouth, and she began to speak.

“It’s a way to catch people.”

A soft voice that was hard to believe came from a tentacled mouth was transmitted through Terry.

I could tell who it was without even asking.

Because there is no one but one person who can say that in this place.

“…Crawling chaos”

“My stupid father’s messenger, another name for foolish chaos- Crawl! Nyarlathotep, not Nyarukk…!”

Unlike this situation where everything had lost its color, the excited voice was causing some disharmony.

Various voices, from thin female voices to thick male voices, from metal sounds to beautiful melodies that resemble concentric circles of water droplets.

And the one thing in common in that voice is that it doesn’t matter because it’s not what you’re experiencing.

At the sense of unpleasantness, my eyebrows naturally furrowed and small complaints piled up in my heart, but there was nothing I could do right now.

There’s no way you can say anything about the other person, a foreign media among foreign media that even time stops.

But, is the reason why Yerica became free from the influence of time simply because of the permission of the foreign press?

Just to get Terry in front of me?

“-“It’s a wrong idea~. I’ve never taken any action against it. It’s only because of the permission of Shaw Gus, who was in her arms, that the child moved.”

“Whether or not to escape from the influence of time… Can be applied to others?”

“Teckel-li-li!”

It was the first time I had heard of it.

Although it was strange that it wasn’t the first time in the first place.

It was known through Terry in the previous Mage Tower storage that even if you return to the Void, you will remember the past.

I thought it would end with just that, but it didn’t seem to be the case.

If it is allowed, what if it does not end with moving now that time has stopped, but if it can follow all the way to the regression itself?

“With objects belonging to the void… No, just like now that Terry allowed Yerica… Did everyone else remember everything and be able to see it in real time?”

What if, at the time of the Legarete incident, the same 30 minutes were repeated 5 times, 1 hour was rolled back 3 times, and at the end, all other people who had possessions could remember that the 3 hours were turned back?

“A total of nine rewinds, I can remember enough. If I can get the consent of the children. Of course, from the point of view of watching it, the same scenes will seem to be repeated countless times.”

It may have looked like a scene where the whole body was immediately attached to itself as if it had been regenerated as soon as it exploded.

“That means that those who have things related to foreign media are actually a sin…”

When I died and turned back time, the worst possibility I would have realized through the objects belonging to the void all over this continent.

“To realize that only now, Einheri is really not enough friends. Do you think the assassin sent this time was simply sent to kill?”

Nyarlathotep’s words contained bones, and I wasn’t stupid enough to not know that.

“Someone, at least one of those who don’t like you, knows that you turn back time-“

“…Tried to check.”

I know that I am regressing.

A person hostile to me.

“…..”

I forgot what to say.

It wasn’t the past that only I can remember, and it wasn’t the future that I could change.

“They could see, but there’s just no trigger. There’s only one trigger to go back in time. And like it or not, that trigger is what you’re holding.”

“…Why did you bring this up to me?”

The beginning of the story that Nyarlathotep brought up was Nagisingkungkotto.

This person has no connection to the current situation.

“At this rate, you’ll just continue to be beaten, not knowing anything, until all your coins run out. You’ll be slowly-dying, not knowing that someone has noticed your return. But that’s It’s not what I want-“

His mouth, which had been talking excitedly, suddenly became quiet, and then he spat out a word in a deep voice.

[The game must be fair]

Is this situation where you can die many times just a game for the gods?

“…But you didn’t tell me why this was related to Nagi Singkung Kotto.”

“He was the first to realize this rule. It’s as if someone taught me.”

Nyarlathotep was stuttering in the past.

“And quickly deciding that the fact that the regression could leak to others would never help him, he really boldly offered us a bet… And won.”

“What kind of bet was that?”

“I don’t know.”

“What?”

If you don’t want to give an answer, just don’t bring up the word itself, or vaguely what this is.

“It was a bet made in the names of my foolish father and all of us. I remember the bet, but I wanted to keep the details of the bet a secret. After winning the bet, it disappeared from everyone’s memory.”

“If it’s a bet, each person has to pay a price for it to work. What did you pay for victory?”

The protagonist of the previous episode, who won a bet against foreign media who went crazy just by looking at them.

And what he got was also the kind of thing I desperately want now.

“For the next 11 years, foreign media must not intervene in anything related to time in any way. “

A phrase that Nagishingkungkotto wrote down.

Escape after 11 years, and no intervention for 11 years.

That said, it was time for the bet to be lifted.

I came in when I thought that the former regressor could escape by clearing the labyrinth, and that there would be no one who could turn back time any longer.

With my bare body, without knowing these facts, I solved the monkey hand by overdoing regression.

And now it was time to pay the price of spending money, credit card debt.

For some reason, despite the tip of the tentacles outside her mouth, a woman’s face, smiling while drawing a half-moon, seemed to be visible.

“How about it, are you interested in betting on Einheri too?”