The world-devouring dragon

Chapter 303 Naiya...

There is no time in this dark place, everything is in chaos.

How long the gods of creation waited, from a human perspective cannot be said, maybe a moment? Maybe eons? have no idea.

But the monster that the creator was waiting for has not yet arrived. Instead, there is another uninvited guest.

Covered with long beards and a somewhat worried look in his eyes, the wise man full of wisdom suddenly appeared in this dark place and walked towards the Creator.

And if the big snake is still there, maybe it will remember who this person is.

Mimir, the wise giant.

It's just that he is different from the Mimir that Orochi saw. At that time, Mimir's hair and beard were white, full of twilight, and indifferent to everything. At this time, Mimir's hair and beard were long but not completely white. His eyes were full of wisdom, but he was full of energy and had not given up hope yet.

"Outsider, you're here."

The creator, the spirit of illusion looked at this wise giant from the outside world and said.

The illusory spirit knew that it was coming, and Mimir was not surprised by this. For gods and humans who can see all kinds of things, the future is not a secret.

Therefore, Mimir knelt down respectfully in front of the God of Creation, then raised his hands and head to pray for mercy.

"O God of Creation, our world is facing a great crisis, please have mercy on us."

Mimir's words were sincere and full of enthusiasm.

But in response to Mimir's prayer, the Creator just shook his head.

"Outsider, I already know your purpose of coming, but I can't help you either."

"Without your personal help, I just need you to tell me the traces of the all-knowing and all-powerful One."

After hearing the creator's rejection, Mimir said eagerly.

Mimir drinks the water from the fountain of wisdom every day. He knows the past, future and present; he also knows the things that do not belong to his own world; he knows the things that have happened, have not happened yet and will not happen.

Every day, his wisdom becomes more refined and he knows more. But even so, after traveling through infinite time and space, it could not think of any way to escape the disaster.

Except for one.

Through the water of the fountain of wisdom, he knew that there was a God of Creation in this world, and that in the world created by this God of Creation, there was an Omniscient and Almighty One with unlimited power.

In the entire time and space, I am afraid that only this omniscient and omnipotent one can help it.

So, with this hope, he came into this world.

However, facing Mimir's prayer, the Creator still just shook his head.

"Outsiders, it's gone."

"Not here?"

"Yes, it is gone, and will be gone forever."

"So when is it likely to show up?"

Mimir asked unwillingly.

But the Creator's answer completely shattered his illusions.

"No inch or moment of time and space will be there. It has left this story forever."

Mimir wanted to ask more questions, such as what the story told by the creator meant, but the creator stopped talking.

In the end, Mimir's expression was uncertain. It thought over and over again, seeming to be hesitating about something, and finally made up its mind.

"Thank you for your guidance."

The wise giant finally left, but before leaving, he thanked the creator for his guidance, and then disappeared into the world.

The blurry, illusory spirit like a ball of light stared at Mimir who was going away. In this timeless concept, an instant is synonymous with eternity.

So, he saw that Mimir and Ymir decided to reset the world of reincarnation repeatedly to avoid falling into the mouth of that monster one day.

But the repeated reincarnations finally gave birth to a brand new monster in the world.

The greedy snake finally swallowed the world, but some remnants still fell into the mouth of the monster at the end of the long river of time as time passed.

The monster at the end of the river of time has not yet woken up, and may never wake up.

But that thing that is more indescribable, bigger than the sky, bigger than the universe, bigger than all time and space combined is there, and will always be there.

Afterwards, the snake that swallowed the world swam into the void, but was unaware that it had been moving upwards against time.

In the past, it will encounter the creator who has not created the world at that time, and encounter the stories of that time.

This is the root of the story.

…

But the Creator no longer looked to the past, but to the future.

Because just as the big snake is heading towards the past against time, in the future, there is also a monster heading towards the past against time.

Although it has not yet arrived, the creator seems to be able to feel its breath.

Pain, ferocity, madness, hunger...

The aura of madness came from the future world and swept through all voids.

No one can see its entirety, only a shallow phantom it casts in the present world, but even this shallow phantom has filled all time and space.

"..."

The phantom opened its mouth wide and seemed to be swallowing, but it seemed to be saying something.

The invisible mouth opened. In that mouth, which was big enough to swallow all time and space, the creator saw countless shining universes.

Countless time and space rise and fall in the belly of the monster, either strong or weak. All things, heroes, gods and even creators rise and fall in their respective time and space.

In the eyes of the Creator, it can even see that at the end of countless time and space, there is also a Creator, there is also a large mouth opened by the invisible phantom, and the Creator and the phantom in the belly of the phantom... …

Endless, endless, like the mirror image of infinite recursion.

But that's not a mirror image, it's reality.

Up, down, left, right, front, back, past, present, future... all the worlds are already in the belly of this monster.

Its head is still at the beginning of time, but its tail has extended to the end of time.

Countless time and space rise and fall in its belly, and countless universes shine with light, forming its body.

The greedy and violent monster finally swallowed everything at the end of time, swallowing everything into his belly, but still couldn't be satisfied.

The dragon of greed, the snake of self-eating, finally ushered in its own despair. The monster, driven mad by hunger, could only satisfy its desires by devouring itself.

And everything in the phantom's mouth is exactly the time and space after being swallowed.

"..."

Where.

The Creator heard the roar of the phantom, and it was searching for the omniscient and omnipotent One.

At present, it is the only one that can possibly satisfy the monster's hunger.

But the creator only gave the same answer as before.

"It's gone."

"where is it……"

"It's gone forever."

"..."

What responded to the Creator was the wrath of the phantom. It once swallowed the God of Creation, and it swallowed the God of Creation again.

In the face of this power, the creator did not resist, because resistance was futile.

Before the glorious body shattered, the god let out a mocking laugh.

"What can a careless monster do even if it swallows everything in its belly?"

So, God was swallowed by the monster.

And on the spot, the phantom's angry voice sounded. It roared and gave out a name, a name that could not be uttered by a human voice.

"Naya..."

…

Somewhere in the world, 1930 AD.

Earth, America.

A thin middle-aged man is writing something on the desk.

"I don't understand. What exactly is Yog-Sothoth? What does it look like? What are the countless spheres you often mention? Are they bubbles?"

The man wrote in dry and cold writing, describing what he believed to be Yog-Sothoth.

"It is the door, the key, the gatekeeper, the ruler of all time and space..."

"All these descriptions actually refer to the essence of Yog-Sothoth - it is a living world."

"All time and space together constitute it - Yog-Sothoth. Those countless shining spheres are actually countless large and small universes."

"Because of this, Yog-Sothoth knows where the door is, because Yog-Sothoth is the door; Yog-Sothoth is the key; he is the gatekeeper. The past is in him, and the present is in him , and the future is his, for all things are within Yog-Sothoth."

"Also because all time and space belong to Yog-Sothoth himself, Yog-Sothoth knows everything that happens in any time and space. He is the all-knowing and all-seeing Lord."

"He knows where the Old Ones have broken through; he also knows where the Old Ones will break through again. He knows which lands in this world have been ravaged by them; he also knows which lands still bear their sway. He also knew why when he trampled on the soil of suffering, no one could see his face..."

"All is in Yog-Sothoth, and Yog-Sothoth is in all..."

"All of this is because all time and space is Yog-Sothoth himself. All stories happen in Yog-Sothoth's body, and all the old rulers are also in Yog-Sothoth's body. , and even Yog-Sothoth himself."

"Therefore, Yog-Sothoth knows everything because it exists in everything..."

The man wrote for a long time, and finally managed to describe Yog-Sothoth as he understood it.

Finally, it reads.

"This is why I originally wanted to call these stories the Myths of Yog-Sothoth, because Yog-Sothoth is a noun similar to Rome, Japan, Egypt, and the Earth."

"The myth of Yog-Sothoth is the myth that happened inside Yog-Sothoth."

After patiently replying to this reader, the man opened the letter from the next reader.

"Mr. Lovecraft...Excuse me, Chaos of the Walking Dead..."

This reader asked some very interesting questions that really scratched the man's itch. And one of them asked some questions about Nyarlathotep in the book of men.

The man was silent and then wrote.

"Thank you very much for your letter... Regarding Fuxing Chaos, I think you should pay more attention to his identity as the God of Thousand Faces and the Messenger of the Outer Gods."

"A long time ago, I once said that I had a dream. In the dream, there was a dark cave. I walked along the cave. There was a faint light around me, but outside the light, there was deep darkness. "

"In that darkness, there seemed to be countless voices whispering. They were terrifying and frightened me. In the end, those whispers in the darkness spread out into countless shadows, attacking me and swallowing me up..."

"This was my idea when I created Nyarlathotep. When those dark things cast a little light around humans, those weird shadows crawling on the ground and extending out..."

"Nyarlathotep, you can also think of it as human beings' understanding of indescribable things. Therefore, it has countless appearances. It is the messenger of the outer gods and has the most frequent contact with humans."

"..."

The thin man wrote, but he was completely unaware that there was a shadow behind him.

The shadow stood with his arms crossed, quietly looking at the man writing in front of him, and said.

"So, humans are really fragile creatures. Even if they create gods, they only have a lifespan of 47 years, right?"

It seemed to be talking to someone, but the man was completely unaware of its existence, as if he couldn't hear its voice at all.

At this time, the shadow glanced and said dissatisfied.

"Hey, hey, I'm talking to you, don't look around."

But there was nothing but shadows and men in this small room, and I didn't know who it was talking to.

But the shadow looked straight ahead and grinned.

"Who do you think I'm talking to?"

It pointed at you behind the screen and said.

"Stop looking, I'm talking about you, mortal."

"Huh? Breaking the fourth wall? It's okay to do anything like that."

But then, he said with interest.

"But now that guy can't find the omniscient and omnipotent, he must be crazy. Haha, the omniscient and omnipotent can't even control the person who created this story, and it ran out of his head right after it was born."

"In this case, it's rare to be able to tease this guy with the cloak of omniscience and omnipotence. It's really interesting."

"But I can't beat this guy in this story, so it seems like it's time to run."

As he said that, Shadow looked at you behind the screen and showed a hearty smile.

"Then, mortal mortals, let's meet again in the next story."

Immediately, the demonic shadow laughed wildly and disappeared from the place. In the bookstore, the thin man wrote unconsciously.

If there are stories inside the box, then outside the box are the people who create and read them. People created the gods in the story and became the ones who created the gods.

But the God in the nutshell is still God after all.

Hundreds of years later, the people who created the gods have turned into dust, but the gods still exist in stories, pictures, images, poems and other information. He even instigated the mortals outside the box to shout his own god's name and fight each other with blood and hatred in his own name.

After hundreds, thousands, or ten thousand years, the gods inside the box will still exist, but the mortals outside the box have already changed batch after batch.

Even after tens of millions of years, when all mortals on the earth have died, the gods will still exist in the information and in the light, until the next mortal opens the box...

The gods inside the nut shell peeked out from the gap and stretched out their tentacles, slowly and unshakably changing the world of mortals outside the nut shell.

“…While a story is just a story, it is never just a story.”

At the end of the letter, the thin man wrote this sentence.

Lovetraft died seven years later.

And the stories it created, as well as those stories of terrifying gods in the unspeakable world, are still spreading quietly on the earth.

The mortals who created the gods died, but the gods lived on forever.

…

"The God of Outland."

When he saw the beautiful girl with straight silver-white hair, a small and exquisite appearance, and a long dull hair on her head, the illusory spirit that had not yet created the world spoke.

"Why are you here?"

Unreal spirits, as always, don't like knowing the future in advance.

And the girl who claimed to be the crawling and crawling Chaos God of Outer Land, but who looked like a beautiful girl, stuck out her red tongue, and then moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Then, the corners of his mouth raised, and a pure smile appeared on his face.

"Of course...to make the story more interesting."

Nayako, the God of Thousand Faces, smiled brighter and brighter.

…

After a long time, an angry roar sounded.

"Naya..."