Chapter 1454 Hastur and the King in Yellow
"Sorry, Lord."
Hastur shook his head and said: "There is no such thing as 'fate'. "
Black Panther said:
"Obviously, the protagonist doesn't understand. He is speechless."
Rhodes followed closely and said: "He frowned again, anger filled his heart, mysteries troubled him, and too many doubts obscured his eyes, preventing him from seeing those things that should have been very clear. Clear facts."
Natasha on the stage stopped, looked at Lord under the stage, and said softly:
"From the beginning, there was no great script or design, nor was there any predetermined destiny."
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Hastur floated to the stage and continued: "Some are just a series of choices you made yourself. The inertia of your choices... led to the final result."
"And you... regard this result as the shackles of "fate", and try to break free from the so-called shackles. "
"Some people can predict it, just because the inertia of choice makes it too easy to guess, so things like "prophecy" and "destiny" become disgusting. "
"You want to say that there is never a destiny?"
Lord said coldly: "Everything is my own problem, so there is no need to pursue the truth behind it?"
"Your choices make you who you are today."
Hastur said slowly: "You feel that someone is controlling your destiny, and there is a superior narrator describing your story. However... in fact, all this is just your choice, nothing more, because you The choice has never changed."
"For example... if you know that Nyarlathotep is impersonating me and is planning to open the seal of the earth, create huge fear and panic, and release her last clone, you will take action to stop her and trigger a crisis. A big battle.”
"Another example……"
"After you know that Michael will die in this world because of the third key, you will be filled with grief and anger, take back all the fragments of hell, and go to the final place."
"Michael?!"
Luo Detong shrank and subconsciously clenched the knife.
"Ha, can you see?"
Hastur smiled and said: "Once again, I focused on the second act, but ignored the last act."
"Who...are you?!"
At this moment, Lord has deeply doubted the true identity of the so-called Hastur in front of him: "Why are you telling me this? What is the purpose of telling me about Nyarlathotep?!"
"Me? Who else could I be?"
Hastur said strangely: "The Lord of the Deep Sea and the Starry Sky, the Indescribable One, the King in Yellow, the brother of Cthulhu, the old ruler who symbolizes the wind, Hastur."
"There is no need to tell such a clumsy lie."
Lord looked directly at Hastur, as if to see through her disguise.
"Then who do you think I am?"
Hastur asked him, "What is the purpose of telling you this?"
"How do I know who you are?"
Lord's tone was a bit unkind. He hated others telling riddles.
"Oh, let me ask another question."
Hastur floated down from the stage like a ghost. After approaching him, he stared at him and said, "Are you asking about the King in Yellow? Or Hastur? Or... Hastur, the King in Yellow?"
"What's the difference?"
Lord asked with a frown.
"Of course... there is a difference."
Hastur slowly floated backwards, and two sticky tentacles stretched out from the ragged yellow robe. A huge monster with an octopus head was drawn on the left, and a figure modeled after a lake was drawn on the right: "On the left The one on the right is Hastur, the King in Yellow, the one on the right is the King in Yellow, and I... am Hastur."
"???"
Lord was confused.
"Forget it, let me say this."
Hastur waved his tentacles to disperse the phantom, and said: "The King in Yellow is a script, Hastur is a story, and Hastur, the King in Yellow, is a sealed The Old Ones in the Pleiades."
"Ambrose Bierce created Hastur, and Robert W. Chambers created the King in Yellow."
"August William Derleth, fused the two and created an Old One."
"Now...do you understand?"
After Hastur finished speaking, he looked at him with interest.
"you……"
Lord was a little shocked, and his vagina shrank to the point of a needle.
This was the first time that he heard a familiar name, and... it was the founder of the Cthulhu mythology system in the original world - August William Derleth!
"Back to the original question."
Hasta said leisurely: "You think he created us, so we exist. We are just a story written by the narrator, right?"
Lord was shocked and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"The answer is...No!"
Hastur waved her tentacles and said: "The real situation should be that it was precisely because of our existence and through the influence that they recorded this story."
"They...are not narrators."
"In other words... there is no narrator in this world. Behind every story is the real world."
"Wait a minute, if I follow what you said, what about your identity as the King in Yellow and Hastur?" Lorde was keenly aware of the flaws in her description.
"I was born before all things, just like the three pillar gods."
Hasta said calmly: "I used to pursue the "truth" like you, but in the end... I gave up those things, stripped away external factors, and became pure me, the King in Yellow... Hasta tower. "
"What is your... relationship with them?"
Lord suddenly felt very confused. He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "No...what is your purpose? Why are you telling me this? Why...are you helping me?"
"If you insist on understanding..."
Hastur looked down at the starry sky below and murmured: "Maybe it's a whim, maybe... I want to see the final result. In short... I'm not like them, hoping that the thing wakes up. It's better to say that I'm more I hope that thing continues to sleep.”
"After all... in my opinion."
"There is nothing in this world that attracts me more than human creations and art."
"What a poor excuse."
Lord sneered, he was not a three-year-old child, how could he believe Hastur, such a ridiculous excuse.
"Haha, I like your script."
Hastur grinned and said, "But unfortunately, it will end soon. I hope it won't be a tragedy by then."
"goodbye."
Lorde didn't want to hear her lies anymore.
He put Natasha, Black Panther, and Rhodes into the shadow space, and then walked out of the theater without looking back.
Behind the scenes, a girl's song came from behind.
In the vast, unfathomable abyss, black and white swirl.
The cunning messenger in black blew the alarm bell to wake up.
The ancient Fool will awaken from his slumber and come to the world again.
She will step across the stars and spread across all realms.
Pain, torture, silence, despair, howling.
Two identical white flowers will slowly wither and wither under the sacred tree.
Whether it is to escape from the prison, or to be reincarnated forever, but the power of final choice is not in his hands.
Relying on human nature and transcending divinity, under the witness of the sacred tree, illusion will turn into reality.
This journey of hardship will never end.
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