Cthulhu Grocery Store

Dreaming again.

God Dai Wugu looked at the foggy space around him, and couldn't remember when he fell asleep. Since being sent back by Mr. Love and Mr. Zhongyuan, he seemed to have taken a bath, and then...

I don't remember, it seems that I fell asleep while taking a bath.

This is not good, the bath water is cold and it is easy to catch a cold.

Shendai Wugu has lived alone since he was a child, and he fights off colds and fevers by himself. He has suffered a lot since he was a child. Of course, he pays more attention to this aspect than anyone else.

You have to wake up quickly.

Shendai Wugu shook his head, and subconsciously flew above the light, as if a subconsciousness was telling him that this is the place where he can wake up.

At this time, a weak white thread wrapped around his hand, as if trying to hold him back.

"Huh?" Shendai Wugu stopped, feeling that this kind of silk thread looked familiar.

It's like I've dreamed about something like this before...

At this time, he suddenly raised his hand, and suddenly found that a thread had been wrapped around his wrist.

So, as usual, he grabbed another floating thread and wrapped it around his hand.

At this moment, the believer's contract is fulfilled.

……

At this moment, Fyodor also opened his eyes.

It's just that his consciousness is not in the real world.

This is... the universe?

Fyodor was stunned for a moment, the hair on his back stood on end, as if he had sensed something, he turned his head slowly.

In the legend that I don't know who recorded it...

It is speculated that the body of Azathoth has always been located in the depths of the universe, and it is a huge chaotic and dark mass.

But Fyodor saw no lumps.

What he saw was only the essence of the universe and all the rules of operation.

'The universe has no purpose, no order, no rules.Perhaps it is because human beings are too low-level to understand the nature of the universe, so that only a few hundred million years in the universe...'

"As it is, the rules of the universe." (Note 1)

This passage suddenly appeared in Fyodor's mind. After facing the truth, reason must be burdened by it, because human beings have no way to understand all this, just like ants facing the civilization of giants, the existence of the two-dimensional world cannot go Three-dimensional, and even higher-dimensional worlds.

So Fyodor simply gave up trying to understand, see, think.

He knew that this might be the dream of all scientists and the ultimate goal of all truth seekers.

But at the edge of giving up reason and embracing chaos.

He didn't choose to step into this, the abyss of madness.

With this step alone, Fyodor insisted on himself.

He closed his eyes again, and his consciousness rose...

When he opened his eyes, the indigo pineapple head was right in front of him.

"Yo, you're still alive." Liudao Mukui deliberately showed a regretful expression on his face.

"I owe you a favor." Fyodor didn't care about his bad attitude, and stood up to straighten his clothes.

Due to a series of emergencies, the white cotton coat has been stained with stains, but his charm remains undiminished, and those red eyes with poisonous snake-like purple awns are even more magical in the darkness.

If the first impression of him was that of a man with a vampire-like temperament, he has undoubtedly evolved to the level of a devil now.

Those who are not determined will be instantly captured by these eyes and become puppets in the hands of the devil.

"Who cares about your favor, I don't want to have anything to do with you." Liudao Mukuro sneered, and his body in the dark was about to turn into mist and disappear.

"Wait a minute, please," Fyodor said unhurriedly at this moment to stop Liudao Mukuro from leaving, "won't you take me to meet our... god?"

The figure of Liu Dao Mu paused for a moment, turned his head, half of his face was hidden in the shadow, and he couldn't see his expression clearly: "Ugly words are up front, I don't have the hobby of wiping your lunatic's ass, if you have any dangerous thoughts... ..."

Before the words were finished, the sharp edge of the trident approached, cutting off a few strands of hair on the temples. Fyodor stood motionless on the spot, and his pupils never wavered.

"I happen to be here to clean up the aftermath."

"The Lord of the Six Paths is worrying too much," Fyodor said softly, with his hands on his chest, his eyes were entangled with messy threads.

His tone was clear and his logic seemed complete.

But reason has not returned from the abyss, and the whole person is full of chaos and madness.

"I am more pleased than anyone else...the gods are real, and I will not have any disrespectful thoughts about it."

"Hey, the second half of the sentence from your mouth is very funny." Liudaokuo sneered mercilessly, retracted his weapon, took a step forward, and his figure turned into mist and disappeared, "I will always watch you, Mo people."

In the alley, the figure of Liu Dao Mu disappeared, leaving only Fyodor alone.

"I didn't lie, Mr. Six Paths." Fyodor said softly, "No, maybe, it's not necessarily true that I lied."

Gods are real.

However, God does not love people.

They don't even distinguish between good and evil. Human beings are just ants passing by by chance.

Will human beings deliberately test the ants at their feet?

Every moment of life is born with original sin, and people with supernatural powers have unforgivable sins all over their bodies.

So the question is, who is going to condemn, God?

Does God exist?

No, God is dead.

……

Kindai Wugu opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling of the bathroom in a daze, and sneezed for a while.

"Hey - it's so cold!"

The water has been cold for a long time, Shendai Wugu hurriedly jumped out of the bathtub, put hot water on his already cold body again, trying to save himself from tomorrow's ending.

The wings of the nose were already a little stuffed, Shendai Wugu sniffled, and after searching for a long time, there was no ginger at home, so he had to pour a glass of water, get under the covers and close his eyes.

Hope you don't catch a cold tomorrow.

The next day

What to be afraid of, what to come.

Shendai Wugu sat up from the bed, his head suddenly felt dizzy, accompanied by waves of nausea, and his body was so hot that he couldn't breathe.

No need to touch it, he knew he had a fever.

Sure enough, I shouldn't have fallen asleep in the bathtub last night!

Shendai Wugu wanted to cry but had no tears, so he reached out from under the quilt and took the phone on the bedside table with difficulty, called the class teacher with a hoarse voice, and asked himself a sick leave.

Fortunately, the homeroom teacher also knew about the situation at his home, and when he heard his voice was obviously wrong, he readily agreed and told him to take a good rest and go to the hospital in time if the situation was wrong.

Shendai Wugu agreed dazedly, and after hanging up the phone, he shrank back into the bed and fell asleep again.

This time, he was awakened by the sound of the doorbell. The boy poked his head out of the bed and said with difficulty, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Liu Dao Mu."

"Six Paths Lord?" Shendai Wugu recognized the voice of the gentle and polite neighbor boy, hesitated for a moment, sat up, and got out of bed with difficulty.

As soon as he stood up, his vision suddenly became dizzy, and then the whole world was turned upside down, and Shendai Wugu fell to the ground, making a loud noise.

Fortunately, there were blankets in the room.

he thought in a daze.

There was silence outside the door for two or three seconds, and soon there was a loud knocking sound, as if someone had rushed in. Unfortunately, Shendai Wugu was already so burned that he could only feel something cool and soft hugging him in his hazy consciousness. himself, and then moved to bed.

Then he burned and lost consciousness.

Liudao Mukuro, who was a step behind because of hesitation, watched Lovecraft's alienated posture, his hands completely turned into octopus-like wriggling tentacles, glowing with disgusting color.

Fortunately, Shendai Wugu did not see this scene.

Liudaoku subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Because he hadn't seen Kindai Kiriko come out for a long time, Liu Daokuo came to look for someone, and just happened to meet Lovecraft who was standing silently at the door.

In the following plot, he knocked on the door with difficulty under the gaze of this foreign god with an unknown attitude, and then there was a sudden collision sound in the room.

Liudao Mukuro didn't even have time to think about what happened inside. Suddenly, the hairs on his back suddenly rose, and the shadow projected in front of the door suddenly began to roll and boil, as if breaking free from the shackles of the humanoid skin, revealing the original monster's posture.

The old days named Cthulhu showed a terrifying side in front of Liudaokuo. Lovecraft, whose limbs were alienated, rushed in expressionlessly. When Liudaokui calmed down and followed closely, he saw The tentacle monster gently put the black-haired boy back into the bed.

The boy lying on the bed seemed to be in a daze of fever, holding on to the cold tentacles, and Liu Daokuo saw that Luo Fu seemed to be in a daze for a few seconds, standing still and not daring to move.

Liudaokuo pretended not to see anything, stepped forward to observe for a few seconds, and said in an uncertain tone: "Cough, it should be a fever."

After all, he himself felt incredible.

Wait, fever?Does Outer God have a fever?

"What do humans usually do when they have a fever?" Lovecraft didn't seem to be surprised at all. He took it for granted that God Dai Wuko had a fever, and began to ask his followers for advice on caring for patients.

For the time being, Liu Dao Mu suppressed the sense of absurdity in his heart, and tried to recall the common sense of human beings: "We usually need to be sent to the hospital...or take medicine."

After all, one god and one person chose the latter option by coincidence, but when Liu Daoku bought cold medicine and delivered it to his mouth, he encountered a new problem.

All the pills I was given were spat out.

This is how to do?

Liu Dao Mu, who had never been sick, let alone took care of patients, felt dizzy for a while, and glanced at Luo Fu.

Love felt his gaze and thought for a while: "It's okay...we don't need this, what else can we do besides taking medicine?"

"Um, take a good rest and put a cool towel on your forehead to cool down." Liudao Muku replied subconsciously, and then the corner of his mouth twitched to see Lovecraft naturally put his tentacles on Shendai Wugu's forehead.

Shendai Wugu's tangled expression softened visible to the naked eye, as if he was satisfied with the temperature of the 'towel'.

Liudaoku swallowed the slot silently.

The room was quiet for a while, and seeing that Luo Fu's attitude from the beginning to the end was also quite kind, or that nothing happened to him after living in him for a long time, he boldly asked: "Can gods get sick too?"

Lovecraft slowly moved his eyes away from the face of Kindai Wugu, staring at Liudao Mukuro for a few seconds: "...No."

He looked at God Dai Wugu's flushed face again: "Unless it is His will."

This world is Azathoth's dream kingdom.

If Kamidai Wugu thinks he is an ordinary person, then he is an ordinary person.

When a person gets sick, he gets sick.

Even if it subverts common sense, even if it doesn't conform to reality.

His wishes will be fulfilled.

His will is the will of the world.

Liudaoku vaguely understood what He meant, and continued to take care of him quietly, without further words.

On the way, Shendai Wugu woke up once, but his consciousness was still blurred, and he soon fell into a light sleep again.

In times of vulnerability, memories from the past tend to come to mind.

The scene of getting sick reminded Godai Wugu that he didn't get sick often, because he knew that being sick was a terrible thing.

The room will be unusually quiet, only the sound of my own heartbeat and coughing can be heard.

Sometimes the fever is so severe that I can't move my body at all. I want to take medicine, but I can't even lift my fingers.

Taking advantage of the trend, he would think, what if he never gets up like this, and dies quietly in a corner where no one cares...

Such an ending is so hopeless.

Sure enough, he is still not used to being alone...

In the age of gods, Wugu couldn't see it.

Around him, there was a thick fog at some point.

Ones with weird tentacles, bubble-shaped halos, non-Euclidean geometry...

There is also a group of 'monsters' with flutes, emerging from the fog.

The whole room has become a gathering place for monsters at some point.

The only human being Liudaoku: ...

And if any of these monsters run out, it will cause countless people to go crazy and the outside world will be frightened. They are lying quietly in every corner of the room, with pairs of compound eyes and monocular eyes concentrated in one direction.

Silently, guarding the boy on the middle bed.