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Blasphemy against all things - The Wisdomless Demon Lord

These are powerful words to describe it.

It almost made the audiences in countless dimensions and endless time and space show fear in their eyes.

After witnessing the power of Yog-Sothoth.

Facing such an existence!

No one dares to underestimate it!

Even those who can destroy the universe with a wave of their hands and feet are extremely wary of this Chaos Supreme.

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Naruto World.

In the Sand Village, a figure stood amidst the incoming sandstorm, yet not a single grain of sand landed on him.

A boy named Gaara.

He muttered to himself while looking at the screen in the live broadcast room.

"Next, in the world of Cthulhu."

"The second being that transcends the Infinity Box is finally about to appear."

"Although I have heard of its existence in Kadath, I have never actually seen it."

Gaara shook his head slightly.

For the world of Naruto, let alone beyond the infinite box, even the level of the multiverse is an incomprehensible existence.

Even the Six Paths Sage of the past.

I'm afraid that at most he can only have the strength of a star-level explosion?

Gaara took a deep breath.

Even the tailed beast in his body could not be a match for those monsters, not even the mythical creatures.

Rather.

Because it has exceeded the scope of my imagination.

The gap was so huge that he could not imagine how to think and obtain this power.

Even in the world of Cthulhu.

There are only a very few people like Randolph Carter who are destined to obtain power beyond the ordinary, right?

"But Cthulhu...is only the seventh highest world."

"What kind of existence will appear next?!"

The thought of this.

Gaara felt that fighting in this world was meaningless.

Because in front of those more powerful beings.

Everything.

It's just everything that can be destroyed at will.

Suppose, one day, the Old Ones descend upon this world.

Then there won’t be anything that stands in the way of the other party!

The ninjutsu that humans are proud of.

In front of those immortal rulers, they are nothing more than toys among ants!

Not to mention the world of Cthulhu.

There are several more beings that are stronger than Him.

"What a clown..."

Gaara whispered softly.

Everything he had experienced in the past was meaningless in the face of powerful strength, so he must become stronger.

At least.

It also needs to be able to block the tailed beast in the body!

At this moment, Gaara looked towards the live broadcast room, his eyes full of anticipation.

Although it is impossible to understand, perhaps we can get some additional inspiration from these supreme beings.

Although it is a very dangerous thing.

But it's worth the risk to become stronger!

...

At this time.

Lines of text are still playing in the live broadcast room.

I saw the dark universe gape open wide.

[Inside is a pitch-black ladder, flowing aimlessly——]

[The stars cannot feel the terror that fills them]

No wisdom, no light, no name

Just wandering aimlessly

After this speech fell.

A man's calm voice gradually emerged from the live broadcast room.

"The story must start from the past."

"My name is Robert Blake. I'm a writer and painter who specializes in writing horror and strange works based on myths, dreams, and mysterious things."

"I was at the corner of College Street in 1934."

“I rented the second floor of an old house built on a high platform and decided to settle down.”

“The rich atmosphere of the last century that this land exudes.”

“It’s perfect for me to concentrate on my creation.”

“From my studio window, I can look out over the rows of houses and, in the distance, the mountains rising like a tumor on the horizon.”

"For someone like me who likes to live a secluded life, this place is perfect for me."

"But I never expected...that this would be the beginning of all despair."

After these words.

A few paragraphs of light black text...tell what happened next.

August 9, 1935

Black's Death

When many viewers saw this passage, they were stunned at first, and then they felt it was natural.

After all, it is in the world of Cthulhu.

The death of a mortal is just the most common thing.

The most important thing is.

What is the connection between Blake's death and the Supreme Being?

And how on earth did he witness such an existence!

Regarding Robert Blake's death

[Those cautious investigators will not rashly question the conclusions accepted by the public]

[Room 3.5 where he was was locked from the inside, so people speculated that his death was caused by thunder from the snowstorm the night before.]

But on this corpse

There are still many unexplained questions

[For example, he died standing on a chair by the window, facing the table, but the window glass facing Blake did not have a single crack.]

[He left a scribbled diary text beside his hand]

[However, people believe that what he wrote was not fact, but fictional story, because Blake is the best writer of weird stories.]

【But in fact】

[Those are like products of absurd fantasy]

【It is the truth hidden behind】

As Yog-Sothoth said, what humans firmly believe in is often an illusion, but those illusions are often real.

Chapter 160: Different Outer Gods’ Attitudes Towards Humanity! Heading to the Unknown Church! (Chapter 2! Please Subscribe!)

When the text disappears.

A new picture in the live broadcast room gradually emerged.

sunset.

In a room, a young man named Blake with golden curly hair was looking at the distant horizon through a telescope.

About two miles away.

A small hill that stood out like a ghost caught his attention.

"Hmm...those crowded roofs and spires on that hill."

"Their outlines seemed to sway in an uncanny way."

"It's like some vague and unknown world."

"If I try to find that place or walk into it myself, will I disappear into that dream?"

Blake looked on with a smile on his face.

For a writer.

Buildings with this kind of atmosphere are actually quite interesting.

Just like what he once wrote in the book.

And thought of this.

Blake's eyes suddenly showed more interest.

He seemed to have caught something interesting and immediately opened the book on the table.

After some understanding, he supported 11's chin with one hand.

"Well...according to the description in local books."

"That distant hillside used to be a very large Italian settlement."

"But most of the houses there are just little remnants of the days when the Yankees and Irish lived there."

And of all the distant things that lie on the mountain.

What fascinated Blake the most.

It is a very large black church...it is quite attractive just by looking at it.

"The style of the church, judging by the part visible from a distance through the telescope, suggests it was built between 1810 and 1815."

Blake pondered for a moment.

For several months, he had been gazing at the ominous building from afar.

And as time went on, his interest in the building grew.

Because those huge windows never let in any light.