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Chapter 992 Nyarlathotep
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Nyarlathotep.

The Crouching Chaos, the Night Demon, the Noscia Equation, the Black Pharaoh, the Swollen Woman, the Soul and Messenger of the Outer Gods, the Man of Darkness, the Bloody Tongue…

As described by one of His titles, "God of a Thousand Faces," He has thousands of incarnations and thousands of powers, traversing the long river of time and various independent worlds.

If things continue along the conventional causal path, perhaps one day in the future, the "Fear Eater" will become one of His millions of favorites, or even one of His thousand faces.

He excels at and is passionate about traveling to every corner of the universe, showcasing marvelous academic techniques, bringing unimaginable and terrifying miracles to every civilization, and plunging those who witness these miracles into endless madness and nightmares.

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However, on this day, a dull drumbeat resounded throughout the universe, and the delicate, monotonous, and blasphemous tone of a flute began to linger.

That was not sound, because sound cannot travel in empty space.

That was Nyarlathotep's sigh.

Because the story He had compiled over the long years was suddenly burned.

It's like stacking dominoes; you slip out of your hand just as you're about to place the last one, and all your previous efforts are wasted.

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at the same time,

In countless worlds and countless civilizations, there are people who inexplicably look up at the sky.

Among them is the Black Pharaoh, a tall, thin figure draped in a magnificent robe of dazzling colors, seated atop the ancient pyramid.

There was a scholar, with dark skin and a goat's hoof, who was immersed in the library.

In certain historical contexts, scientists revered as pioneers of artificial intelligence,

There were also pioneers who developed the atomic bomb at an even earlier point in time…

All these figures, whether great or ordinary, looked up at the ancient depths of the universe at the same time, revealing a look of melancholy.

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Besides these conscious wills, some remains and coffins buried in ancient ruins are also slowly awakening.

Atop the spire, the slumbering ghost slowly awakens; it is the sealed Night Demon in its true form.

In the depths of darkness, the ancient scholar rediscovered the Noscia equation that resonated with the minds of the gods, and thus awoke from his slumber.

In the burial grounds of a civilization long since vanished into the annals of history, the eye of contemplation is awakening.

These powers were once stripped from them, or rather, they were willingly given up and cast into another unfamiliar but hopeful universe.

Now, with the return of this extraordinary power, they have awakened from their endless slumber.

But upon awakening, all they saw was the desolation and ruin of the past, not the perfect world that had been promised.

And so sorrow arose.

This then evolved into resentment and anger.

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They are all Nyarlathotep.

They were all leaders of a certain era and a certain civilization.

When their spiritual vision and knowledge reach their limit, there will always be a figure that quietly descends upon their era and extends an olive branch.

Typically, this is also the moment when an era and civilization have reached their limits, unable to make any further progress and about to usher in their final, magnificent end.

That shadowy figure offered another possibility for these leaders who stood at the forefront of their respective eras.

That is, to become a follower of Nyarlathotep, to become a favored subject, or even to become an embodiment of His will.

To become one of His thousand faces.

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Nyar made His promise.

He promised a world that would not perish, a world that would not be endlessly changed by rules or external forces, a world that was incomparably beautiful and perfect.

In return, many incarnations gave their all.

The creator of the Noscia equation, the power of the Night Demon, the Eye of Thought, the seed of the Golden Tree, the offspring of the Swollen Woman…

And the life of the King in Yellow.

And, the order that devours fear. …

But now, they have awakened from their dream, and order and power have returned. However, these incarnations have not seen the perfect world they longed for. The world around them is still the same collapsed world. In fact, because they have been asleep for too long, they can no longer remember what this world used to look like. Every little detail has been lost in the long river of time.

Nyarlathotep broke his promise.

But that was not His intention.

It was a decision that Shadow and his family made together.

They abandoned all the power that came from Nyarlathotep.

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In Nanwei City.

The blind girl blinded herself again.

Her world truly descended into darkness, and she subconsciously gripped the hands of those around her.

Inside the pavilion, another vessel of the Eye of Thought was also crushed into dust in an instant, but it did not resist.

"Don't be afraid, sweetie."

Emma held Daisy in her arms and gently stroked her trembling, frail body.

At this moment, a hideous black crack was slowly appearing on her back.

That is a fissure in the abyss.

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She has carried this rift since the beginning of her waking life, and it continues to this day.

That time, after she took off her clothes in front of Milo and Rebecca, she didn't actually repair them.

The three of them, from the perspective of the Eye of Thinking, staged a vivid play, just to leave behind this rift leading to the abyss.

The goal was simple: to exile Noscia, etc.

Of all the extraordinary powers bestowed upon them in this household, only the Noscia Equation is truly unique, and even Emma herself has not been able to truly control it.

What she had been learning all along was not the arcane magic of the Noscia Equation, but how to erase the curse rooted in her soul.

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Until the abyss appeared.

She finally had an idea to find another way.

This also stems from Milo's consistent approach—when you don't know how to get rid of something, throw it into the abyss.

And that's exactly what Emma is doing now.

A relieved smile appeared on her face—the most genuine and heartfelt smile.

Because after breaking free from the Noschia equation, she finally began to perceive that frail feeling that had disappeared for many years, that familiar pain, dizziness, and the pain originating from her internal organs, which stimulated her nerves again and again and consumed her vitality.

Her body began to cool.

She returned to her original self, the Emma who could have been taken away by illness at any moment.

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And underground, the same thing was happening.

The bodies of the Four Horsemen were burning.

This battle was not difficult.

But some people's morale plummeted after killing the Four Horsemen.

Dillah Shaw, Yan, Rebecca.

Whether it's the power of the upside-down golden tree, the power of the Night Demon, or the order of the three goddesses' exchange of dripping stones, they are all essentially Naya's arms.

At this moment, having completed their "narrow revenge" for the world of the awakened, they relinquished this power that never truly belonged to them.

And so, death began to creep in.

(End of this chapter)