The three original gods each performed their duties, slowly creating more colors for that desolate world.
To humans, strange-looking creatures and substances fill the emptiness of the world under the power of the Three Pillars Original Gods.
At that time, the human species had not yet been created.
The first lives created by the three pillars of the universe were called the Old Ones.
What does this name mean
In the old world, they were the overlords below the Three Pillars of God.
Among the three pillars, Shab-Niggurath has a simple mind. The only thing he does is to keep reproducing and generating more species to fill Azathoth's dreamland.
But the other two pillar gods are not that simple.
Yog-Sothoth, who controls time and space, originally had only a cold mind, and everything was meaningless to Him. He looked at the long river of time with cold eyes, but saw the distant future.
The ending of that future world is sigh-worthy.
Azathoth will eventually wake up from this dream, and no matter how real and wonderful this dream world is, it has no value to Azathoth.
Yog-Sothoth, who had learned from the long river of time and mastered the highest wisdom, did one thing.
He exiled Azathoth's body to the deepest part of the universe and regarded him as the nutrient of the universe, allowing the universe to continue to grow with the help of Azathoth's power.
This was still not enough, so He used some of the original materials to build a magnificent palace and placed the sleeping Azathoth inside, giving Azathoth a relatively comfortable sleeping environment.
Afterwards, He relied on the power of Shab-Niggurath to train batch after batch of dancers.
A swarm of mindless and shapeless dancers loosely surrounded Azathoth, dancing to the monotonous notes of the flute that held me in its nameless claws.
This rebellion was noticed by Nyarlathotep, the will of Chaos.
Under the subconscious control of Azathoth, Nyarlathotep created an Old One with unique functions.
That old ruler was named Ghroth, the Star of Judgment.
Ghroth is surrounded by strange chants. Ghroth has a will and a huge single eye at the center of the planet.
He has only one purpose for his existence, which is to awaken Azathoth with his own hymn when the stars return to their positions.
This was accomplished under the sole will of Azathoth, but when Nyarlathotep himself discovered that he had sown the fruit of his own destruction, He regretted it.
He drove Ghroth to the very edge of the universe and ordered him to wander there forever and not approach the center of the universe.
Nyarlathotep went against the will of Azathoth, but it is not Nyarlathotep's fault.
Nyarlathotep just wanted to live.
Yog-Sothoth saw a vision of his own destruction in the future he showed himself, and the primitive emotion of fear took over him.
In order to avoid their own destruction, Nyarlathotep and Yog-Sothoth deprived Azathoth of all his reason and thinking ability, and Azathoth became the ultimate and impermanent scourge from the deepest chaos - the blind and foolish god.
Azathoth rolled and boiled in the center of the infinite universe, inflicting countless curses on the world that had betrayed it and blaspheming everything endlessly.
He became an unrestrained demon king, and no one dared to call him by his name.
On the other side of time, in an incredible and dark hall, amid the abominable sound of flutes and the crazy beating of evil drums, He devours everything hungrily and silently.
Even though it has come to this, that devastated future still exists.
This world is a ridiculous scam.
The beginning of the destruction occurred on a desolate and tiny planet, the unformed Earth.
“Ding ding ding.
You have five minutes left to read, please pay attention to the time.
Please put the books back to their original places before leaving, and do not try to take any books with you, otherwise you will be treated as a thief.
Please hurry up and leave the library.
The exit channel will be closed after the reading time countdown ends.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Note: Please adjust your mindset after going out and do the sanity test again.
A healthy mind can lead to more knowledge.”
The automatic ringing of the ID card interrupted Joet Brown's reading. He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes.
"You should go now."
The little fox's ears popped out from behind the book in his hand and moved mischievously.
"Well, I'll come back next time. The contents of this book of the dead really surprised me."
Joet Brown put down the manuscript of the Necronomicon in his hand and sighed.
He gently placed his hands on his face and rubbed his eyebrows and temples with his fingertips.
The obscure and difficult Latin was very difficult to read, and the content was so strange that he could not read at his usual speed.
After reading this information, my head has been aching.
"Don't forget to bring me snacks, and don't ever try to tell anyone what you saw verbally."
The little fox poked her face out of the book and looked at Joet Brown with a serious expression. She stretched out her finger and pointed to the sky.
“There are many pairs of eyes there, watching everything in the world.”
Joet Brown stood up and silently threw the text to the bookshelf.
"I know, bookshelf, please put it back for me."
The bookshelf humanely squeezed a smiley face out of the books.
"You're welcome. I like polite guys."
"Leave."
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Columbia, who had been waiting in the hall, was a little flustered at this time. The old man next to him had a wretched look on his face. He was looking at the crystal ball in front of him and laughing happily to himself.
Columbia doesn't know the identity of this old man, but judging from his appearance, he doesn't look like a good person.
He subconsciously moved away from the principal and leaned against the wall of the hall.
"Why hasn't this guy Joet Brown come out yet?"
He rubbed his bruised face and hissed in pain.
"I was so engrossed in reading that I forgot about the pain.
Now it’s starting to hurt again . . . ”
Columbia muttered something, and his sausage-like lips looked very funny.
"Shh, don't talk, I'm watching the show."
The principal stared at the crystal ball without looking back, but Columbia knew that the old man was talking about him.
“Then what can I do if I’m in pain all over
Who made the guy who designed this place so perverted
There wasn't a handrail at all. The first time I came down, I missed a step and rolled down like a ball.
It's good that he didn't fall to death, but he still made people cry a few words."
Columbia had a resentful look on his face, stared at the old man with regret and said something from his heart.
"Well, the designer is a wise and powerful principal. If he hears such words, you will be in trouble."
The principal answered guiltily. Anyway, he would not admit that he was the principal now. Wouldn't that be slapping himself in the face
"Here, take this bottle of ointment. Just apply it on the small bruise and it will be fine."
The principal smiled awkwardly, took out a small jar of ointment from somewhere and threw it to Columbia.
"Thank you very much."
Columbia took it, unscrewed the cap and applied it on his face.
"Hey, wait a minute!"
Before the principal finished speaking, Columbia had already quickly applied the ointment all over his face.
"Why don't you listen to me, kid?"
The principal put his hands on his hips and said helplessly.
"Didn't you say that it would be fine after just one application?"
Columbia stared at the principal with big innocent eyes.
"But I haven't finished talking yet...
Cough cough cough, three, two, one.
It’s almost time for the medicine to take effect.”
The principal looked towards Columbia with an expression of anticipation.
Columbia suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his face, followed by a burning pain.
“OO ...
What the hell is this!!!
Erase it for me!!!"
“I was going to tell you that it wouldn’t hurt if you put ice on it, but you already put it on yourself.
This can’t be blamed on me.
I gave you this ointment out of kindness."
The principal said confidently.
Columbia was jumping up and down in pain, howling continuously, and his funny movements made him look like a monkey in heat in a zoo.
He wanted to wipe off the ointment on his face, but his hands were waving around in the air because of the pain and he didn't listen to his body.
I believe that at this moment, even a drunkard would sober up after laughing at Columbia's actions.
There was a gloating smile on the principal's face, but in Columbia's eyes, this smile made him look like a devil, a wretched and despicable old man!
At this moment, a light flashed in the hall, and a passage emerged from the wall.
A figure slowly walked out, he was Joet Brown.
He looked a little haggard, and the circles under his eyes were even a little swollen and black.
He was walking, mumbling some key words, but when he saw Columbia jumping around, a strange expression came over his face.
"What's wrong with you?"
Joet Brown asked Columbia in confusion.
"This lousy old man is cheating me!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Columbia was howling and jumping around.
After Joet Brown stood firm in the hall, the passage behind him disappeared.
"Colombia! Go!"
After Joet Brown stopped, he immediately ran towards the principal.
Columbia saw this and thought that the old man was an enemy, so he let out a strange cry and rushed towards the principal's back.
The principal looked at Choate Brown's action strangely and shouted,
"What are you doing, brat?!"
At the same time, the principal moved quickly in the empty hall.
Columbia's attack missed, but the principal's evasive action gave Joe Butran the opportunity to take advantage of it.
A wicked smile appeared on Joe Butran's face, and his appearance at the moment gave him a unique charm.
"Me? Of course I'll pull your beard!"
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the principal's beloved long beard.
He swung his arm vigorously, and with a scream from the principal, a few long silver beards fell into his palm.
Joet Brown spread out his palms and looked at the principal with a sly smile.
“Principal, you knew there was a little fox in there, but you still wanted to trick me.
Since you've cheated me, it's okay for me to pull a few of your beards, right?"
The principal looked at the long whiskers on Joet Brown's palm with pity.
"You little bastard, you keep learning these useless things. It makes me so angry."
Columbia's ears pricked up and he chuckled darkly.
"Hahahaha, so you are the principal
Feeling sorry for your beard
Lord Jotter Brown! More of them!!!"
There was a commotion in the empty hall, and a classic Hollywood comedy of chase and attention was played out.
Except for Columbia who tried his best to avenge himself twice, the other two did not try their best. Instead, it was more like an impromptu little fight.
The three of them were finally exhausted and panting, and Columbia, who was desperately trying to pull his beard, even lay down on the ground and yelled like a scoundrel,
"Joe...Butt...Lang...Big...Man...He...Ahh."
"Never mind. I'm tired."
At this time, Joe Butran spread his hands.
"Truce, truce."
The principal curled his lips.
"Damn Scarlett, I haven't sent her any snacks in two weeks...
The matter of pulling the beard has been brought out.
But, you two have gained a lot in this half hour, right?"
“Well, I haven’t seen the answer I want yet.
After exercise, my brain doesn't feel as swollen.
Thank you, old man."
Joet Brown thanked him frankly.
The headmaster waved his hand nonchalantly, took out the cane that Joet Brown had seen before and knocked on the wall a few times.
The spiral escalator appeared before our eyes with the roar of the mechanism.
"Come on, let's go, I'll take you to the staff area for dinner.
Little guy lying on the ground, stop pretending to be dead, the effect of the medicine should have worn off long ago."
Columbia slapped his face in astonishment.
"Oh, yeah, it doesn't hurt anymore."
With a gentle pat, the ointment on his face, which had already been absorbed by the skin, fell off along with the dirt and dead skin on his face.
The skin on his face was as delicate as a newborn baby's, white and smooth.
This ointment not only took away his bruises, but also gave the Columbia man a deep beauty treatment to a certain extent.
If the formula of this ointment was known to those beauty-loving ladies, they would definitely spend a fortune to buy it.
This is a beauty effect that surpasses all cosmetics.
Joet Brown glanced at Columbia, stepped forward, pinched his face and pulled it gently.
"It seems that this ointment is quite effective. Old man, do you have any more?"
The principal rolled his eyes.
"Who would wear several bottles of ointment on their body for no reason? I only have this one bottle, and this idiot used it up.
Are you guys leaving or not
Why don't you let me go up by myself?"
"Let's go, let's go. It's rare that the principal takes us here in person. Let's go eat something delicious."
Choate Brown patted Columbia on the back and followed the principal.
"Go and slaughter the rich, go and slaughter the rich.
By the way, you really should install two handrails on this escalator."
Columbia's words revealed a hint of resentment, and the principal's feet slipped and he fell.
"See, this is the consequence of not installing handrails."