Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"As a 'compliment' for your actions, listen carefully to what I have to say next. ' said Hastur.

"The so-called 'peace' is nothing but the illusion of order, these things are vulnerable in the face of chaos, and any change can be attributed to the chaos itself.Chaos is change, the unknowable, the unnamed phenomenon, the root of the multiverse, the greatest beginning.Do you think your bad luck is bad luck?Stop kidding me mortals! "Rarely, Hastur's mood fluctuated.

"Do you know how lucky you are? Ignoring the mental erosion of me, the ticket to the Great Mystic has been in your hand since you were born. What is even more commendable is that you met the most incredible at the right time, The variables of the entire universe! Do you know how many human beings there are in the entire universe? Asenghi? Nayuta? Incredible? Infinite? Stop kidding, you are the most unfair existence to other people. The future king of evil gods, Chaos leader, when your master walked in the chaos of the abyss, you could almost imagine you enjoying the glory behind him. How dare you complain about the injustice of fate? The mercy of chaos?"

Even though the gods are changeable and evil, no matter who they are, they have absolute "love" deep in their hearts.

A deep love for their mother, Chaos.

In Hastur's view, Sena is undoubtedly the most lucky mortal.

I met the Chosen One and the Blessed One, and came into contact with the mysterious world.This alone can get rid of how many streets other ordinary mortals don't know, not to mention the huge benefits it will bring to her disciple if Rope is successfully crowned in the future.

"I didn't want to be like this either..." Sena whispered. "I'm not reconciled, why should I be dominated and enslaved, I'm really not reconciled..."

"The truth of the universe is power, and those without power are trash and slaves." Hastur loosened his arms, and the waves in his heart were calmed down.

"It's useless for you to complain like that, just like you pissed me off and I can't kill you because of your master's "power".If you want to control your life trajectory, you should hold on to the key of power. You already have this thing, Rope's disciple, the luckiest human being. "

"..."

Sena didn't speak, she seemed to be thinking, and she seemed to be in a daze.

After a while, Hastur became impatient before she spoke again.

"...Hey, God, does such a thing really exist?"

"existing."

Hastur said.

"Raise your head and look at me."

Sena obediently raised her head and looked at the human-skin mask of the "King in Yellow" with teardropped, blank eyes.More precisely, Hastur's icy pupils behind the mask.

"What is in front of you is a god, not a cowardly false god, there is no falsehood at all. The Lord of the Deep Space Star Sea, the King of Yellow Clothes, the Supreme Fengshen, the indescribable... The Cthulhu god system symbolizes "wind" The god Hastur, remember this name well, and use it as a beacon to ignite the new faith. "

"..."

After saying these words, Hastur has already disappeared.

The brown-haired girl who was kneeling on the ground in a daze, and the ordinary human who passed out were left alone.

The key to power... huh?

Sena touched her forehead and thought of her cruel and tolerant mentor.

In the depths of her heart, the shackles called "human nature" gradually collapsed amid unwillingness and resentment.

At this very moment, the human named "Sena Artem" died——

……

……

"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Hastur."

"It's just a small matter." Kesma's voice was in his mind.

Standing on a tall building a kilometer away, Hastur was still looking at Sena.

"I'm asking you to do such a boring thing while you're enjoying it..." Kesma's voice was a little embarrassed.

"There. In this way, the little girl will probably study the secret arts very seriously, and it can be considered to make a little contribution to spreading the chaos... Save that guy from Cthulhu saying that I do nothing all day. You forget it. Is it a wish? Let’s launch the “Corruption Ritual” with all our strength, for Rope’s growth. "

"Of course."

Everything is planned.

PS: 3400 words…

PS: The apprentice has completed the ♂ teaching, so it is very reasonable~ (pleasant and reasonable party)

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"This is the entry point..."

On the tower, Kesma breathed a sigh of relief.

Hastur used the voice of the soul to ask him the details the first time he met Sena. Originally, Kesma wanted to let his disciples attack the king in yellow to increase his relationship with the evil god. I expected Sena to be so unprofessional.In the end, she had no choice but to ask Hastur to enlighten her and give her a thought class.

Fortunately, the results were good. The girl Sena was not the type who could not listen to good words. The King of Yellow Clothes was also surprisingly good at talking, just like when he lent Rope's power before.

"Save, save me, there are... monsters..."

Just as Kesma was pleased with the changes in his disciples in the future, a weak and fearful voice pulled him back to reality.

Turning his head, it was a middle-aged man with both legs broken at his knees.Judging from the long bloodstains he dragged along the stairs, it seemed that he climbed to the top of the TV tower with his tenacious will to survive.

...the leftover "bread crumbs" that Hastur ate.Kesma sighed helplessly.

Unexpectedly, the old rulers also have the habit of eating dishonestly, and I have to clean up the mess for which "eldest miss" like an old mother.

"Guiguanghuizhao broke free from the erosion of reason? It seems that an occultist has done this experiment... I'm sick of it, this amount of bleeding, just wait for it to die..."

Kesma muttered, and walked to the man's side with her hands still clasped together.

Then, in the latter's more terrified eyes, he kicked him down from the gap in the guardrail.