Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Right now, the time machine is the most important thing.

Route, direction, timing, normal operation of equipment—

After everything was confirmed, the time came to around three o'clock in the afternoon as the assistant said.

"This is almost done..."

Makase Kurisu unplugged the last cable with her own hands, looking at the time machine with very complicated eyes.

The girl never dreamed that the "impossible black technology" that she had repeatedly denied would be truly created by her hands.

Although there are many incredible things mixed in it, even magic has run out, but this is undoubtedly the product of the era.

If it is made public...

"Miss Muze, I advise you to clear your mind."

"……Ugh?"

Wingate was not ashamed of his age, and at a glance, he could see the inner thoughts of the trance girl.

He said very seriously.

"From now on, I will deal with all the information related to the time machine, and please try to forget about the experience of the past few months. It is a disaster for human beings to obtain uncontrollable artifacts, not everyone has them. Your Excellency Rope ignores or even destroys the power of paradox. Once a time machine appears in the sight of human beings, and someone can't help the temptation to travel through time, then a terrible collapse of time and space will occur, which is more terrifying than any nuclear bomb. more than twice."

"……I know."

The flame that just rose in the heart of poor Makase Kurisu was ruthlessly destroyed by Wingate.

She also hopes that this real "achievement" will bring her and her father back together.

It seemed impossible now—her sanity was very much in line with Wingate's words.

Human greed has no limits, and the typical regret medicine of "changing the past" is what everyone in this world desires to have.

Wingate took a deep breath and turned to the dark-haired youth with closed eyes.

"Your Excellency Rope, that's all we can do for you. Please save this troubled world, please!"

"Well. The only specialty I brought back from this trip is the "Death of the Priest of Death". "

Rope said in a low voice.

He stood up, put his hands on the shoulders of Makase Kurisu who was a little uneasy, and said seriously.

"Relax, when I finish this battle smoothly, we will go back to our hometown to get married, and there will be no accidents."

"Are you a big idiot?! Don't make such a joke before such an important thing! Bad Flag will definitely work!"

The girl who was originally infected by the atmosphere immediately became dumbfounded when she heard these words. She buried her face in the chest of the black-haired youth and enjoyed the last peace.

After a long while, Luo Pei pushed Makase Kurisu away.

He stretched out his hand, and a gray flame ignited in his palm.

Crushed with force, the gray sparks were scattered and elegant, and the gift from Yog-Sothoth, "The One Who Returns All Things", was effectively used.

In an instant.

Passing through the distant starry sky, everyone can't detect it, and a great power that can't be seen has descended.

It was as if something was choking the world with its hands, and everything stopped.

The One for All uses a corner of its sovereign power to freeze the "now" of this world, protecting it from paradox.

Rope looked at the scene like a still movie around him, smiled knowingly, turned and stepped into the time machine that lowered the ladder.

The curtain of the end unfolds at this moment.

Chapter [-]: The Terrifying Demigod Across Time

Haverhill, Massachusetts, America, was an unfamiliar name in the era of 1913.

However, its reputation has nothing to do with its own customs and economy, and it is not realistic to talk about it with a city under the age of fifty after the establishment and the end of the Civil War.

Specifically, Haverhill's claim to fame is a university on its outskirts.

- Miskatonic University (Note 1).

This college is very special. It is different from the regular world-renowned colleges. The education level of Miskatonic is completely behind any "world-class" college. It is not worthy of Harvard, MIT, or Cambridge. The source of its fame Mainly related to something on the back of the world.

Religions, occult people, secret organizations, and even many researchers from the SCP Foundation in the past were out of this university.Miskatonic's library holds the world's largest collection of mysterious books, trail historical materials and religious rumors, of which more than [-]% are traceable.

Thanks to such a university, the streets of Haverhill are full of all kinds of costumed people all year round.From small devout Christians to as large as a long-established indigenous Indian witch doctor, eccentric people are attracted by Miskatonic, and they have gathered in this city and become a unique landscape. Residents have long seen it.

Of course, that included the brunette youth in modern casual clothes on the streets of Haverhill in 1913.

The journey through time was unexpectedly smooth.

Just like being sheltered by Yog Sotos, the "all things are one", Rope didn't take any detours, or jumped to an era when he shouldn't, and it came precisely in Haverhill in 1913.

But this road is by no means pleasant, and I want to do it again.

For more than two months of standard time, the demigod trapped in the time machine, apart from simulating divine magic and chatting with Azalea, the rest of the entertainment can only be with those empty ghosts living in the turbulent time, Tinda. Roth spaniels are playing games like you shoot one and I shoot two. It's so boring that it makes people want to die.

Fortunately it's finally over.

The dark and shiny asphalt roads, the new and bright old cars, the newsboys wandering in the streets, as well as the youths with peaked caps and the girls in floral dresses, the Haverhill in 1913 showed the uniqueness of this era. Some flavors made Rope's depressed mood comfortable.