Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

It was the most majestic building in Lalaiye.

Cylindrical construction, coral reefs crawl around the shrine in a pilgrimage fashion.

Rope can feel it. If Lalaye City only gave him the feeling of 'another world', then this temple is really something in a different dimension, weird and detached, full of indescribable oppression Power is the abode of true gods.

"Be careful with your words and deeds, if you don't want to offend the great Cthulhu."

Dagon lowered his head and glanced at Rope, and stretched out his scaled claws, condensing a little dark green light, straight into Rope's forehead.

"My divine power can protect your brain, so that it will not go crazy when you look directly at that greatness. The next thing is your business. Whether it is death or new life, it is destined by fate."

Rope touched his head and found that after accepting Dagon's divine power, his sense of fear was suppressed to the extreme, replaced by rising rationality.

"Thank you." Bowing his head, Rope bowed to the father of the deep diver.

No matter what the other party has in mind, it is an indisputable fact that he has protected himself.

After speaking, Rope walked in along the gate of the temple.

The sea scraped his skin, causing his body temperature to disappear, but an alternative force protected him from the deep sea. This contradictory feeling made Rope very uncomfortable.

Passing through the hall for worship, Rope finally arrived at his destination - the throne of Cthulhu.

In the empty temple, a clear and great voice sounded.

"Welcome to my kingdom of God, the summoned."

Chapter [-] The Olive Branch of Cthulhu (Part [-])

What is Cthulhu like?

As a member of the Old Ones, Cthulhu's image is rough with some octopus, bat and human features. He is green all over, and his body is extremely huge. It is said to be as high as a mountain; his soft head has countless Tentacles, plump and scaly, with floppy claws on the forelegs, and a pair of tattered, seemingly unformed wings on the back.

Whether it is Lovecraft or Dress, there are all kinds of terrifying descriptions of the names of this mythical system. In theory, positive words such as beauty, elegance, and luxury have nothing to do with it.

but……

"You... is His Majesty Cthulhu?"

Rope looked at the petite figure on the throne in disbelief. For a moment, he felt that his three views were overturned by the scene in front of him. The shock almost made him forget that he was in front of the true god.

Delicate face, indifferent expression, emerald green long hair as smooth as silk, the body holding the coral scepter is so uneven, and the white silk legs with some kind of magic—

Rope swears that this is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, bar none.

But there is no doubt that sitting on the throne, no matter how you look at it, is a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old 'human' girl.

"What's wrong? Well, this divine power..."

The girl lowered her head, her emotionless eyes shone with a dark blue divine light, and her voice was bone-chilling.

"It seems that Dagon has done some superfluous things. Its stupid fish head doesn't even think about it, how can I let the precious 'caller' go mad by looking directly at my true body."

You yourself are not an octopus head... Rope muttered silently in his heart.

However, this sentence cannot be said to be killed. If you say it, the whole family will be violently killed, and the hearse will drift.

"As you can see, this gesture is just to make you more accepting." She stood up and opened her palms. "After all, humans are visual creatures, and this change is of course to win your next favor."

"I don't know what you need me to do?"

Rope straightened his mind and pulled himself out of his peerless beauty.

"I was only fortunate enough to be here when I accidentally studied the taboo techniques of the Lalaye text. To you, I am just a somewhat special human being, right?"

What does a god, especially the evil god of the Cthulhu gods, have to do with humans?

Rope couldn't think of it without breaking his head.

"Somewhat special? That's not 'somewhat' special."

Cthulhu twitched the corners of his mouth and wanted to make a smile, but he showed a terrifying expression that was half a smile but not a smile.

After several attempts, she still gave up, but she couldn't make complex facial movements because she was not familiar with the human body.

"Rope, do you believe in the inevitability of fate?"

Is it the inevitability of fate?Rope chewed on these words. Just now, Dagon also said the same thing to him.

"Do you mean the inevitable trend of things developing, changing?"

Rope thought for a while and said. "Although contingency and necessity have their own arguments, personally, I feel that necessity is the real logical cause and effect."

Like a child throwing a banana peel at random, a commuter hurriedly stepped on it and slipped it.Whether it is an accidental event for children or office workers, it becomes inevitable when combined, which is also a kind of causality.

"Yes."

Cthulhu nodded and used his white finger to draw a trace in the water, and the blue divine power turned into a dazzling river of stars.

"At our level, we'll know that inevitability is the very foundation that this multiverse is tied together. It's like you got that 'system' that was decided millions of years ago. And now, you are destined to come before me."

The little starlight gradually turned into a trace of Ropey. In front of the true God, it is difficult for everything to escape their gaze.

"Rope, do you know the full name of your so-called 'system'?"

"'The highest god candidate system'."

It's not surprising to Rope that Cthulhu knows that he has a system. If she, as a true god, can't even see this, Rope will have the idea of ​​'but that's it'.