Chapter 501 If you don't die, you won't die

  The oldest and strongest human emotion is fear. And the oldest and most powerful fear is the fear of the unknown.

   This is a sentence recorded in Christine's diary, and it is also the biggest reason why she is where she is today.

  As Professor Osborne said, Christine was a talented student when she was studying at Miskatonic University. Her paintings are full of power and have been admired by many people. If Christine had stopped there, maybe she would have been a famous painter, a famous artist.

   But as an excellent student, Christine obviously doesn't intend to stop there, she aspires to become a master... Well, I have to say, the idea is very good.

Of course, Duanmuhuai couldn't understand Christine's obsession. In his opinion, the so-called paintings are basically not bad, like the Mona Lisa. Duanmuhuai still believes it if you say it has historical value, but art value? How can this be seen? Does it look like a person or something?

  Sorry, as a vulgar person, Duanmuhuai really can't appreciate this thing.

   But it is obvious that Christine is really troubled by this. In her opinion, making a lot of money from painting does not seem to be considered a success. She wants to go further and win the highest glory of art.

   I don't know when, Christine saw this sentence, so she also wrote it down.

  The oldest and strongest human emotion is fear. And the oldest and most powerful fear is the fear of the unknown.

  Christine found her way forward from this sentence. She wanted to draw a painting that could scare everyone from the bottom of their hearts, so that she could be famous in history and become a master of the generation.

Of course, this is not an easy task, Christine did encounter a lot of setbacks at the beginning, but fortunately (or unfortunately), she is a student of Miskatonic University, and in this university, finally What is not lacking is the exploration of the unknown (death).

  So, under Christine's tireless search (death), she finally learned a piece of information.

Once upon a time, there was a burglary case at Miskatonic University, and the thief died in the library, but this is not important, what is important is that the thief is rumored to be not a human being, but some kind of terrifying existence hybridized with human beings The monsters that spawned. After that, the three professors even went to the small town of Dunwich, where the thief was born.

  No one knows what they did there, only that they all looked haggard after they came back, as if they had witnessed the most extreme fear in this world.

  Of course, Christine did not meet the three professors, but this did not prevent her from making a decision.

   That means she's also going to Dunwich, Sentinel Hill, to see what's there. Maybe... that's the opportunity to get inspired!

  So Christine left Miskatonic University on leave of absence with her bag on her back, and went to Sentinel Hill in Dunwich, where she stayed for three full days.

No one knows what exactly happened to Christine. They only know that after she came back, she locked herself in the studio with an expression of "I'm going to die after hearing about it." She didn't go out for a whole planet, and then painted Out of that empty ghost.

  However, at this time of sleeping, Christine's sanity seemed to finally come online.

"I don't know why I became like this. Looking at the painting in front of me, I can't imagine that it was drawn from my hands! It's so evil, so horrible, so blasphemous! Why , Why did I draw this kind of thing? Is this really what I painted? Although the paint on my body and the brush in my hand all show this, but I don’t know why, I have no memory of that time at all..."

"It's not me, it's what a being drew with my hand, that night! That night on Sentinel Hill! What did I see! No, I don't want to think about it, I made a big mistake! I Shouldn't answer that call, I don't want this...!"

   That's all for the diary.

  “I just can’t figure out why these artists always like to kill themselves.”

   Duanmuhuai pouted, and threw the diary on the table casually. To be honest, he didn't know much about art itself, but he really couldn't understand a bewildered person like Christine. Of course, no matter in their world or here, artists are basically not fun, they are either troublemakers or troublemakers...

   "Sentinel Hill..."

   Looking at the contents of the diary, Anthony frowned.

   "I remember seeing the name Dunwich in a case file once. Maybe I should call that case out to see what happened."

  Anthony got up to do things after speaking, only Duanmuhuai was still sitting there, staring at the diary in front of him.

   I have to say that although Christine is a bewildered person, that sentence still makes sense.

  The oldest and strongest human emotion is fear. And the oldest and most powerful fear is the fear of the unknown.

  Hmm... I don't know why, when Duanmu Huai saw this sentence, he felt very kind.

In fact, it’s normal to think about it carefully. It’s like deep sea phobia. When you look at the bottomless deep sea, the kind of fear from the bottom of your heart is because you don’t know what’s in the deep sea, so you will think wildly, think If there are too many, it is natural to scare yourself.

   This is essentially the same as bumping into a ghost on the night road or turning a blind eye.

  But obviously, Duanmuhuai thinks so, but the system doesn't.

  Because at this moment, a system prompt popped up in front of Duanmu Huai's eyes.

  【Activate the special task "Source of Fear"】

  【The oldest and strongest fear is the fear of destruction and death! 】

  【Mission Objective: Please go to Sentinel Ridge, show your strength, defeat the opponent, and become the real source of fear! 】

  “………………”

  Seeing this, Duanmu Huai was speechless.

  What is going on with this broken system, what is going on to kill yourself?

  He doesn't want to engage in this duel!

  If people like fear, let it go, why do I have to compete with it on this! And Duanmuhuai thinks this sentence is quite reasonable, but unfortunately the system doesn't want him to think, but wants to feel... then there is no way.

  Can I just admit defeat?

  Unfortunately, it seems that Duanmu Huai is not allowed to admit defeat in this task.

   Okay, I have to compete with the other party... What do you think.

  MMP……

  Duanmuhuai now feels like he is sitting at home, and the pot is coming from the sky. He can think of it with his butt. If he completes this task by himself, it might be fear +1 again.

   It's endless, right?

The reason why Duanmu Huai didn't want to take this task was very simple, because he knew what was at Sentinel Ridge, it was located in the final void beyond all planets, beyond all universes, beyond all matter. Being and self-constituting things, all in it, and it is also connected to the ultimate source that animates all in the boundless extent of being, and at the same time, it is a place without limit and beyond all whims and Absolute scope for digital logic and more.

   That is the one who is called the One of All Things... Yog Sothoth.

  Duanmuhuai's brains were pumped to get into trouble with this foreign **** who is more advanced than treacherous tricks!

   Not to mention, strictly speaking, he and Yog-Sothoth still have an enmity!

   At the junction, Duanmuhuai killed the beast of Elden, and its strange appearance reminded Duanmuhuai of Yog-Sothoth.

Because according to the records, the image of Yog-Sothoth is a collection of rainbow-colored spheres, shining with a strange and malicious light-that is, the Beast of Elden was sent by Yog-Sothoth to manage the junction Yes, but was killed by Duanmuhuai.

  Under such circumstances, Duanmuhuai took the initiative to find trouble with Yog-Sothoth when his brain was lame. Did he think he lived too long?

   But come to think of it, maybe it wasn't Yog-Sothoth?

  In any case, Duanmuhuai can never escape forever, and he is also a god. Honestly, always give it a try...

  Thinking of this, Duanmuhuai stood up and bumped into Anthony who was walking back.

   "Hey, where are you going?"

   "I'm going to Sentinel Hill, I think things should end here."

   "I'll go with you too."

  Hearing what Duanmu Huai said, Anthony hurriedly picked up his coat, but Duanmu Huai stretched out his hand to stop him.

"I advise you not to go, it's not as easy as the previous adventure in the museum, frankly, I may encounter a considerable problem, and you may become a second Christine ...I think you don't want to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, immersed in endless panic and fear, and then become a walking dead."

"this………"

  Hearing Duanmuhuai's words, Anthony hesitated and wavered. He thought of Christine's miserable state. To be honest, Anthony certainly didn't want to become that kind of person who was neither human nor ghost, but...

   "Are you sure you're really okay by yourself?"

   "Most likely it should be fine."

   Duanmuhuai is not helpless, in fact, when he saw the task, Duanmuhuai had already thought of a solution.

   It's just this method... He really doesn't want to use it.

  In the end, Anthony still listened to Duanmuhuai's words and said that he would not go to Sentinel Ridge, but he asked Duanmuhuai to write a report to himself after the matter was settled. Duanmu Huai also nodded in agreement, and then asked the maid to drive him to Sentinel Hill in the small town of Dunwich.

   This is a very ordinary-looking mountain, but it also has an unusual side-looking along the ridge, you can see a trail that spreads from the mountainside to the top of the mountain. It was not excavated by manpower, but more like some kind of extremely huge existence overturned the trees in the forest, and then forcibly used its body to open a road leading to the top of the mountain in the forest.

   Not only that, this road is so barren that even the grass can't be seen, and the trees on both sides have already died.

   "Hoo......"

   After instructing the maid to drive the car further away, Duanmuhuai walked along this road towards the top of Sentinel Ridge.

  At this moment, dark clouds emerged from nowhere and gradually covered the entire sky.

  The cries of the nighthawks echoed in the forest, as if they were performing some kind of ritual.

   Duanmuhuai clenched his cane tightly, staring coldly at the top of the mountain in front of him.

   Then, he took the first step.

  (end of this chapter)