National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

Before Su Mohui put down her chopsticks, she didn't forget to finish the fried egg in her bowl that was soaked with soup. After swallowing it, she spoke again, "Actually, in our world, the god Cthulhu was originally just a novel written by one person. It's not a system of gods that has existed since ancient times."

Xuanyuan Shaoze turned off the beat of Desolate Star's "Ode to Destiny" that had become microscopic background music, and glanced at the octopus that was happily sipping milk tea.

"However, once a certain system of gods is written and passed down, and people's faith or emotions reach a critical point, an uncontrollable quantitative reaction will occur. Fiction can also illuminate reality."

Yu Wenshu had just taken a bite of a leek box when he suddenly realized what was going on: "Something like, the manifestation of will? An aggregate of the collective subconscious?"

"That's right." Zhan Qing nodded. A hint of the mysterious aura of the Key to the Gate flickered behind her before quickly receding. "The so-called Cthulhu gods, to those of us in the know, are nothing more than manifestations of negative emotions like fear and the unknown. They are not the ancient gods that were born naturally and existed in the traditional sense."

Su Mohui looked down at the cracks on her arms that had not yet fully healed and were tinged with a faint pink hue. The corners of her mouth twitched, "But, the injuries we have experienced and suffered are real..."

"That's because of the seeds." Xuanyuan Shaoze used the remaining power of national destiny to pinch a small, microscopic model of the Abyss on the table. "Darkness exists in the Abyss, but the cosmic consciousness can and can only observe the changes of the universe here. Therefore, all 'emotional seeds' can only take root and sprout here."

As he spoke, he pointed to a flickering dark spot in the center of the model.

“Once the emotion of fear is observed and ‘defined’ by the cosmic consciousness, it will be anchored into a seed, endlessly taking root and sprouting, and spreading rapidly.”

Zhan Qing picked up the second French fry and continued, "When the seed grows into a towering tree, consciousness will manifest. Whether it's the gray heart deep in the endless abyss (Azathoth's body) or the star system that manifests Azathoth's will, they all come from some kind of collective emotion."

Su Mohui's eyes lit up, and she even forgot to say anything: "You mean..."

"The existence of the Ke-series gods is nothing more than the cosmic consciousness observing the existence of that novel and anchoring personal emotions as seeds."

"But at the same time, Cthulhu gods exist by devouring emotions, so Cthulhu is also reversely anchoring the cosmic consciousness, making the cosmic consciousness recognize their existence. Therefore, it is because of the cognitive bias of the cosmic consciousness that the human consciousness has the perception of 'Cthulhu gods'."

"Azathoth's awakening is nothing more than the intense emotions (especially fear) we experience when confronting him reaching a quantitative peak, thus triggering a qualitative change. However, the core nutrient that sustains his existence is always fear."

Zhan Qing smiled. "Otherwise, why do you think the Black Goat Mother Goddess would abandon her own power and body and pour all her strength into the octopus?"

She pointed at the octopus that was still struggling with the brown sugar pearls in the milk tea.

"Because at that time, the entire universe was frozen in the eternal night and winter brought by Azathoth. The only people who still had consciousness and could produce effective emotions were basically our generation."

Xuanyuan Shaoze interjected, "In the moment humanity's fear was frozen, the fear of those who were unclear about the unknown and the power of Cthulhu instantly disappeared. To put it bluntly, they were all frozen, and there was no time to be afraid."

"Once the source of faith, or emotion, is severed, the foundation of manifestation will naturally be shaken," Zhan Qing concluded. "So, what I'm trying to say is that you can completely treat that bullshit 'singularity' as cosmic garbage!"

"Then throw it into the solid cosmic barrier that Pangu God has just built as a 'pendant'. The cosmic consciousness will naturally assimilate it slowly, transforming it into nutrients for the universe, and naturally dissolve it over time."

Yu Wenjin raised his hand that wasn't holding the chopsticks and spoke uncertainly, "According to what you said, we can understand that Cthulhu's power hasn't disappeared, but has simply been transferred to the body of this... um... octopus?"

"Yes, and no." Xuanyuan Shaoze looked up at him for two seconds before continuing to explain, "The Cthulhu system primarily devours 'fear.' But at that time, after the fires of 'hope' and 'vitality' purified it, the octopus primarily devoured the remaining power and origin of Azathoth's laws."

"It can be said that in this universe right now, apart from Zhan Qing, this octopus, and that Erha, no other existence can directly use or activate the power of the source of chaos."

"Also, let me correct one thing," Xuanyuan Shaoze cleared his throat. "The universe didn't collapse because Azathoth hadn't fully awakened at the time. It takes time for his will to manifest and merge with his core. And after the octopus devoured the core power first, even if Azathoth had fully awakened after the fusion, he would have lost the foundation to subvert the universe."

"So, we don't have to worry about that hot potato singularity?" Yu Wenshu put down the bubbling green soda in his hand, looked up at the ancient clock on the Mengpo Pavilion, and wondered why Qin Yi took so long to go back to heaven to get something.

Su Mohui nodded. "Theoretically... that's right." As she spoke, she was about to contact the system and have the "zongzi" in Xuyuan delivered directly to Pangu God for processing. Just then, a green figure appeared.

Shen Jia'an...or Lingbao Tianzun, he glanced at the people in the pavilion, gave a slight nod as a greeting, and then, expressionlessly, unleashed a trump card: "After Azathoth was refined, a relatively pure fragment of the origin of the universe remained. The Western God Yehweh wishes to use this fragment as the 'core energy' for rebuilding their paradise."

Just when everyone looked at them strangely, thinking, "This old fellow is really good at picking up ready-made things," he unhurriedly threw out a bigger royal bomb—

"But the Queen Mother of the West rejected it. She decreed that the cosmic debris would be handled uniformly by the Chinese Heavenly Court. Furthermore, those alien gods, such as Yehweh and Apollo, were required to assist us in completing the initial cleanup of the cosmic battlefield. This was considered... atonement for their sins, or... payment of tuition."

Xuanyuan Shaoze glanced sideways: "Did they agree? What kind of cooperation did they reach?"

Qin Yi carefully placed the little girl in his arms on the soft couch made of clouds beside him, then took out a cup of warm tea from his space ring, poured himself a cup, and slowly spoke -

"I heard the conditions were that we had to send someone to teach them the essence of Sun Tzu's Art of War and the Thirty-Six Stratagems. And..." He paused, as if recalling those outrageous terms...