msmithbooks Chapter 1 Moon 01
Chapter 1 Moon 01
When Hawthorne Dylan opened his eyes, he found himself in a white bag.
The reason why he knew that he was put into a white bag was because there was a pale searchlight above his head that shone directly on his head, through the white cloth, and shot straight into his eyes , making his pupils shrink instinctively to avoid the damage caused by the strong light.
What the hell is this place?
Hawthorne felt the surrounding environment suspiciously - the empty and cold room, thick with dead air and cloudy air, rows of corpse freezers, and corpses in the freezers...
Here... here seems to be a morgue!
Hawthorne's heart skipped a beat: something went wrong!
Was he attached to a corpse from the very beginning? ?
……
So, let me briefly introduce, Hawthorne Dylan, this great creature currently serving as a corpse in the morgue of a dark clinic in Gotham, is an outer god named the Eye of the Mystic Star.
His full divine name is the pen that carves civilization, the eye that sees into the universe, and the seer of thousands of destiny trajectories.
The reason why he fell into contemplation with a bad start in a human corpse now was because there was a slight... flaw in his plan to come to the world.
The cause of things is simple.
Hawthorne Dylan had been a human being, probably, because it was so old that he couldn't remember.
When he woke up one day, he turned into a huge creature with a very magical appearance.
He didn't understand the situation at the beginning, dragging his indescribable body around, and in the end, he blew up several galaxies in one breath, and wherever he went, he was a living being.
After having friendly exchanges with other outer gods, he realized that his existence was too powerful, and ordinary creatures could not bear or understand his existence, so he exploded wherever he went, comparable to human beings. Self-propelled cosmic-class nuclear bomb.
Other foreign gods: "Wow, old man with secret star eyes, have you lost your mind? You didn't even know you were so good, so what's the point of blowing up the stars? I just happen to be going to blow up the Milky Way tomorrow. ?”
Hawthorne: "Forget it... eh? Where do you say you are going to blow up?"
Outer God: "The Milky Way."
Hawthorne beat up this alien god on the spot to establish his reputation as a belligerent, tyrannical and evil horror, and put down his cruel words: "I have covered the Milky Way, especially the earth in the Milky Way. Who dares to touch it?" I'll wring all the tentacles off!"
The beaten Outer God hummed and said, "But there is an Old One living on Earth."
Hawthorne was alert: "What did you say?!"
Outer God was terrified of being beaten up by him, and cried and said, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, i should be fine if i don#[-];t provoke him."
After confirming that the problem was indeed not serious, Hawthorn pondered for a while, and found that he might not be able to return to being a human being, so he simply lay flat, only keeping an eye on the Milky Way, and then curled up in the depths of the universe to sleep.
Who knew that this sleep would cause a huge trouble - he was actually dreaming.
…You will dream when you sleep, this sounds like nonsense, but for the outer gods who are part of the rules of the universe, their dreams usually produce a brand new plane, in this plane, Anything can happen, anything can happen.
It can even be confused with reality.
It may be because of Hawthorne's homesickness as a human being, or it may be because even in his dreams, he is preventing other outer gods from bombing the galaxy.
In short, his dream actually attracted some human spirits, and unfortunately let them get lost in the dream to peep into some dangerous taboos.
——In the unconscious dream, he let these human beings who strayed into the dream spy on the sleeping old ruler on the earth.
Hawthorne in his sleep: "Well, blah blah blah... um? This taste is not right, what is this? Fuck, this is a fucking human spirit body!!"
Hawthorne, who was sleeping, soon found out that something was wrong, but it was too late. Those human beings lost in his dream could no longer bear the will of the outer gods, and most of them fell into madness on the spot, happily singing and dancing in his dream, Laugh and jump.
And the remaining human beings returned to their original bodies with enough knowledge to destroy the world and evaporated rationality.
That is extra-dimensional knowledge beyond human comprehension.
The Old One was sealed by the ancient gods on the earth with countless painstaking efforts. Now the seal is in disrepair. If you have nothing to do and run to summon him, it is really possible to wake him up.
If the Old One wakes up, it will be a devastating disaster for mankind, not to mention that like Hawthorne, he also has spiritual pollution.
If you can't understand what spiritual pollution is, just look at the human beings who sing and dance in Hawthorne's mind and dance yangko every day...
Human beings are fragile creatures, and once they glimpse the "real", their cognition will transcend the limitations of their brains, and they will fall into madness.In addition, once they come into contact with the power of the Outer Gods, their bodies will also be polluted, resulting in irreversible mutations and becoming equally indescribable monsters.
It's the kind of ugly monster who loves to be a monster.
No way, in order to protect human beings, Hawthorne had to find a way to help them.However, as an outer god, he couldn't come in person, after all, he didn't want to turn the whole world into a Yangko master with full dancing power.
So...he can only project his consciousness onto the shells of some human beings, transforming these humans into angels.
But he is too strong. Basically, whoever falls on him will lose his sanity and die suddenly on the spot. Therefore, he can only look for the angel container among the believers who have completely sacrificed themselves, and it is best to compare the will. The strong kind.
If you want to compare it, Hawthorne Dylan is equivalent to a very performance-hungry computer game, which can only be run on a computer equipped with very powerful hardware, and that kind of computer with poor hardware, even with the lowest quality , and the graphics card will smoke and die suddenly on the spot.
After sorting out his thoughts, he directly chose the one with the highest sanity among all the fanatics who have lost their sanity existing on the earth to perform the descent ceremony.In order to facilitate things, he even set up a system by himself to collect the necessary information.
So in the next second, Hawthorne woke up in this corpse.
Hawthorne: Very well, let me Kang Kang this is some ordinary little genius believer——
[Uriah Hart: sanity value 0/50, pollution level: 4.24%]
With only 50 sanity points, and a pollution level of 4.24% without receiving any blessing from the outer gods.
Outer God Hawthorne who was stuffed in a bag and thrown in the morgue: "..."
How could he remember that when he was digitalizing his sanity and pollution, 60 sanity was just the passing line?
What the hell is this failing 50 sanity?Is this the best sacrificial person alive on earth?The earth is already so pulled?
Hawthorn doubted the birth of God for a second, and then looked at the total number of believers interface on the system panel in disbelief:
Earth's current believers: 0.
Hawthorne:! ! !
Hawthorne: ? ? ?
Okay, now he understands why this body is "Earth's strongest believer".
Not only the strongest believer, but also the weakest believer.
……
Hawthorne was lying in the body bag, looking at the pale light above his head, he suddenly felt a kind of sadness that "the god died before he started his business and died at the beginning".
No believers?
He is a majestic foreign god standing at the top of the food chain in the universe, but he doesn't even have a single believer?The only believer died at the beginning of the game, this is impossible!
He quickly checked other parallel universes, and found that other universes were normal, with many believers, so Hawthorn was relieved.
If there are no believers on the earth, there will be no believers... Anyway, as an outer god, he is not limited by time and space. He can easily pull over those believers who have sacrificed themselves in the parallel universe and become his own angel trumpet .
Thinking of this, Hawthorne suddenly became motivated again, and began to happily find qualified believers in the list of believers.
It has to be someone who has completely sacrificed himself, or who has completely lost his sanity... It is best to have very high sanity and willpower, and at least one aspect must be useful.
He felt that he had been searching for a year, but he couldn't find a few who met the requirements.
Hawthorne: ...
Has the quality of believers declined so much these years!The world is going downhill and people's hearts are not old. It's all because there are too many temptations in this colorful world, and people's beliefs are not pure anymore!
It wasn't until he heard the door of the morgue being slowly pushed open, and the heavy metal door making harsh dragging sounds on the ground, that he temporarily pulled his attention back.
Then came the sound of two people talking in a low voice.
"Hurry up and get rid of the body of that idiot who runs a cult. Damn it, you didn't say that Batman and the Gotham Police Department were looking for this lunatic when you sent it over. It's unlucky."
"How would I know? When I saw him lying there, I thought he was also the boss of the Romans..."
"Stop talking nonsense, get rid of it quickly, and keep your hands and feet clean."
Hawthorne felt the approach of disordered footsteps, and then the bag containing him was violently pushed to the ground.
The impact of his head on the hard floor made him feel dizzy for a while, and then a sharp pain flooded his nerves.
Hawthorne gasped in pain.
How fresh - he thought deadpan, how many years had he not felt pain?
He couldn't help moving, stretched out a finger and got stuck in the zipper opening, swiped down, and opened the bag containing the body.
Fortunately, I haven't completely forgotten how the human body should act.
Just as he was thinking this, he saw two humans looking down at him through the gap in the zipper.
The two humans who were about to drag the body bag away were stunned for a moment. They lowered their heads and looked at Hawthorne's dark and cold eyes for a moment, as if the pause button had been pressed.
Then, their pupils trembled, and expressions of extreme horror appeared on their faces.
"Fuck...fuck!" One of the bald men in a white coat took a step back, his face was whiter than his clothes in fright, and his voice was trembling, "Cheat, scam!"
Another young gangster in black clothes who looked very young and Dangerous also cursed and took a step back, his face turned pale, watching Hawthorne unzip all the zippers, and then stood up from the body bag .
He walked out of the bag with slender and thin legs, and stood on the cold ground. He was obviously not tall, or even a little thin, but somehow he gave people an extremely strong sense of oppression, and even made people breathless. angry.
"No, no, no, it's impossible..." The bald man in the white coat was sweating, his legs were trembling, "He was already dead when he was delivered...!"
Hawthorne glanced at the hands of his own body, and moved his fingers slightly.
Still a little stiff.
I don't know if it's because of the dead body, or because he's not so used to manipulating human bodies.
Therefore, the two poor humans watched the swindler's wrist rotate 360 degrees in front of him, his fingers twisted as if they had no bones, and it took a long time before they turned back to normal.
The sound of joints rubbing against bones made one's scalp tingle.
... Zombies, zombies?
A bunch of doomsday-themed horror games and horror movies suddenly appeared in the little gangster's mind, he hurriedly took out the gun at his waist, and pointed at Hawthorn tremblingly: "You, don't come here!"
"Hit him on the head, hit him on the head!" The bald man in the white coat almost pissed in fear, he backed up and roared, he even picked up a bracket and blocked it in front of him.
The little gangster was so frightened that his hands were shaking, and he pulled the trigger like a cramp——
"boom!"
Hawthorn raised his head calmly, stretched out a hand, and swiped lightly as if to cut open the space.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
All movements slowed down in Hawthorne's eyes.
He easily controlled the bullet, making it as if it had been fixed, unable to advance an inch.
This is a super power similar to mind power. Hawthorne can bless this power to this body through the link of faith.
Of course, this comes at a price.
Hawthorne saw the pollution level of his body jump suddenly——
[Pollution degree +1.91%]
The higher the sanity, the slower the pollution will grow.
But it's a pity that the current body's sanity of 50 points is really not enough.
So, in the eyes of the two panicked humans, the bullet flying in the air stopped.
As if blocked by some invisible barrier, it stopped abruptly in the air, unable to advance even a millimeter.
The zombie just stretched out a hand, standing upright in front of him as if trying to cut the bullet, but the bullet stopped just like that!
"Clap."
The sound of bullets falling on the ground woke up the two stupid humans.
The two looked up at Hawthorne Dylan in astonishment.
The newly awakened corpse was pale, and its dark eyes stared at them motionlessly. There seemed to be light flowing in those eyes, but it did not belong to any color that human beings could recognize—magnificent, weird, and lovely. Scary and vast.