I’m in SCP: All Around Me are Evil Gods!

Speaking of it, the customers who come to my store are very strange.

Whether it's the weird guy who likes to wear yellow clothes and speaks incomprehensible lines, or the girl whose face value exceeds the upper limit of human beings.

More or less affected by the second disease.

"Don't you say I forgot, what did I drink, is it still the same today?" Saying hello to her skillfully, Wang Li did forget that he had made an appointment yesterday.

"Well, Mr. Trouble."

With a tone that was incompatible with modern times, the cheongsam girl moved to the bar and sat down, staring at Wang Li who was making tea for her.

"It's not that I said, you can change your name, it feels weird to always call me Mr."

What age is it, who goes out to meet and call each other Mr.?

The girl pursed her mouth without saying a word, and the faint smile on the corner of her mouth never stopped, as if just looking at him is something that delights the soul.

Wang Li, who understood and talked nonsense, sighed: "Okay, I don't understand you two dimensions very well."

The degree of this secondary disease is comparable to that of the monster in yellow.

Waiting for the time to make tea, the girl inadvertently swept over the table top, on which was placed a book of yellowed parchment scrolls that could not be read less than one-third.

He stretched out his fingertips and touched the paper book, then took it back after a while.

"Mr. likes watching such things?"

"Almost." Wang Li responded casually.

The only difference between the girl and the monster in yellow is that she can chat with him, but it is very limited.

It didn't take long to wait for the tea to be brewed. After pouring the filtered tea into a glass cup, Wang Li pushed the still steaming tea cup in front of her.

After the work was over, I remembered that I had unfinished actions just now.

According to the description of "Ketugya Please Divine Art", now you have to find a torch.

This is simple, Wang Li who likes to make figures often puts various tools in the backstage studio.

Abandoning the guests, he was not afraid of being stolen, he went straight into the backstage and began to play up a series of things needed for "spells" according to the description in the book.

There is no special requirement that the torch must be neat and beautiful, so just cut a wooden stick of sufficient thickness and tie it with a cloth stained with kerosene.

So when the girl saw Wang Li again, he came out of the background with a lit torch in his hand.

Most people would be confused about his behavior, but the cheongsam girl frowned, her bright lips moved, and she didn't know what she was muttering.

Without thinking about observing the guests, Wang Li held the handle in one hand and flipped through the "Book of Necropolis" in the other, taking his time step by step according to the ritual described above.

"Let me see, this way, well, this way again..."

Painted a simple ritual with chalk on the floor. Wang Li said while moving, "Ph’ngluimglw’...Is that right? Then..."

"NafhCthughaFomalhautn’gha-?"

"Ghaanaf’lthagn! Ia!"

"...Cthugha!"

The weird syllables reverberating in the room are not as good as human language.

If you change to a dark and damp basement and wear a black robe, Wang Li is really a cultist at this moment.

Without waiting for him to repeat the spell three times, the cheongsam girl who had just arrived suddenly lightly pressed her forehead and said, "Oh, sir, I seem to be a little uncomfortable."

"What's the matter, does it matter? If it doesn't work, you go back to rest first. It's best to see a doctor." Wang Li turned his head and asked with concern.

"It may be a cold, it doesn't matter much." The girl covered the lower part of her face with a folding fan, revealing only the moist eyes that I saw with pity.

The blood-red eyes and pupils were fascinated, and I was afraid that another person would rush up to take care of her immediately, wishing to give her all my heart.

Only Wang Li remained unmoved, showing only normal care for acquaintances.

"Then I'll go back first."

"good."

Watching the cheongsam girl walk out the door, the bell hanging at the door rang twice.

Wang Li continued to chant the interrupted spell.

As the spell continues in its entirety, a mysterious breath that no one notices connects to an unknown void from here.

And the cheongsam girl who had just left the coffee shop discovered something. She raised her head and looked at the clear sky, as if she had seen an unknown existence in the universe through the white clouds.

At the moment when the spell came into effect, a gaze was projected from the far side of the starry sky. At this moment, everyone in the magic city had a heart of panic, and the fear that could not be described in words surged into their hearts, I don't know the source of it.

As the central point, Wang Li didn't feel anything, just staring at the torch in his hand.

Without his knowledge...

【Ding! You accepted the gaze of the old rulers! Expand... He looks at you a few more times... He releases friendship with you... He is ready to come to see you in person]

"Tsk, is it fake?"

After a long while, Wang Li was a little disappointed seeing the beating flame as usual.

The "Book of the Necropolis" is so realistic, but he has a little expectation.

Sure enough, even if this world possesses supernatural power, it is impossible to collect it casually.

Sighing, feeling dull, he closed the "Book of the Necropolis" and put it on the shelf, intending to erase the crude rituals that had been portrayed.

…………

On the other side, the eleventh district shipping terminal on the other side of Long Country!

I thought that today was also the day of unloading and loading, as always, until someone discovered something was wrong with the fading sky.

"Hey, look, what is that?" Someone exclaimed and pointed to the sky.

Others looked up, and it was only at noon when a magnificent starry sky appeared in the sky, and...

Emerging in the sky, a huge cloud of unshaped living flames is slowly flowing through the cracks of a bright starry sky, agitating and pouring out.

"Is it the sun?" People speculated.

He hung in the black, forbidding sky, making people mistakenly thought it was hanging in the depths of the sun closer to the sun, rather than on the earth.

But soon people realized that the gleaming sphere that was floating was not the sun.

Ugly black spots, mottled dark orange surface, huge pillars of rotating flames surround his edge.

People watched the huge sunspots slowly pass through the terrifying black cracks, sometimes getting bigger and bigger, and blending into the huge cracks in the fiery atmosphere.

Just like the light of the last days!

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