Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones.

Chapter 1 Time Travel and Sudden Death

Wu Muming was awakened by the cold.

One moment I was still in the flames of the laboratory explosion, the next I was frozen awake.

Like every male protagonist from Qidian, he woke up in an orphanage.

However, his situation was even worse.

He woke up in the orphanage's storeroom.

Besides the muddy floor and the dust floating in the air, only a musty wooden bucket and a mop covered in black fungus kept him company.

Wu Muming stiffly tried to move his fingers, only to feel a pain as if he had been minced by a meat grinder, which spread from the deepest part of his soul throughout his body, causing him to shudder. A large amount of musty and dusty air rushed into his lungs, and Wu Muming coughed while greedily breathing in the air, feeling his body slowly warming up.

Accompanying his rapid breathing and violent coughing were countless fragments of memories flooding his mind.

Wu Muming was a promising young man of the 21st century, but unfortunately, while he was working on an experiment late at night, the laboratory upstairs exploded.

He didn't die in the explosion, but it collapsed the building, and a one-ton ultra-low temperature refrigerator fell from the sky.

Wu Muming died on the spot.

It doesn't hurt at all.

The thief died peacefully.

Then he woke up in this storeroom.

Interestingly, this body is also named Wu Muming, with the English name Tierra Wu. Like him, it was born on June 28, 1980, and has the same parents and appearance.

The only difference is that Wu Muming's parents immigrated to Britain during the wave of immigration in the 1980s with unrealistic dreams of living abroad.

He was shot dead in a dark alley next to the theater a week after the plane landed.

Tragic, absolutely tragic.

Tierra was also sent directly to an orphanage and died of hypothermia an hour earlier.

Discrimination against Chinese people was still quite serious in the 1980s.

This discrimination manifests in all aspects of life: schools, workplaces, government agencies, restaurants, and of course, orphanages are no exception.

Moreover, sometimes, this kind of discrimination among young children is even worse and more blatant.

Among a group of blond-haired, blue-eyed orphans, you're the only one with black hair and black eyes. If they don't bully you, who will they bully?
From the smallest things at the beginning, like having food and toys stolen, to being picked on, pushed and beaten, and now being pranked by having cold water poured on my head and locked in the storage room.

Tiera, who was already in poor health, died of hypothermia at night.

After lying on the ground for a while, Tiera slowly sat up, gently placing her right hand on her left wrist, and silently counted to sixty.

"Your heartbeat is fine."

Tierra's major in college in her previous life was biology and medicine. Although she wasn't a pure medical student, she still knew some basic medical techniques.

"Hmm?" After taking his pulse, Tyella noticed a ring on the ring finger of his left hand that seemed completely out of place with his current status. "This is..."

The storeroom had no windows, the door was tightly shut, and it was already lights out, so it was pitch black all around. Tierra had no choice but to grope around with her right hand.

The ring feels somewhat like it was carved from some kind of bone.

The ring was a size larger than his ring finger, with an uneven surface and what appeared to be engraved patterns, densely covering the entire ring.

In the darkness, one's other senses are amplified. After touching the patterns back and forth twice, Tierra could barely make out the designs that she would never normally notice; they seemed to be extremely distorted English words.

"th...mer...el...eas...gol...la...ei...lin..."

Tierra tried to pronounce the words based on the spacing between the patterns and the English pronunciation.

As soon as the last syllable was uttered, Tiera, who was in the storage room, suddenly disappeared, as if erased by an eraser.

The next moment, Tiera's eyes lit up and she found herself in a dimly lit library.

“Ugh~~”

Although Tiera's stomach was completely empty, she still couldn't help but gag, feeling as if she had just ridden a roller coaster for five hours straight.

Tierra lay weakly on the ground like a dead dog. Only after the feeling subsided a little did he roll over and lie face up on the ground.

Tiera saw a vast, distant ceiling, beneath which were neatly constructed stone walls, tapering in concentric circles until even the lowest level, where Tiera stood, was nearly 500 square meters in size. It was an inverted pyramid-shaped building, roughly estimated to have at least a thousand floors, each about half a person's height, and each floor was openwork. Inside, various books and scrolls were haphazardly crammed together.

After regaining some strength, Tiera sat up and saw a very simple wooden table standing beside him, with rolls of parchment and a lamp made of strange stones piled on it.

Tierra slowly crawled toward the wooden table and plopped down on the wooden chair in front of it.

The parchment on the table was piled up in a very messy manner, with some pieces even torn into pieces and crumpled into balls.

Tierra randomly picked up a piece of parchment covered with a dense, distorted script that resembled English but wasn't quite the same. After staring at it for a while, Tierra felt dizzy and lightheaded.

However, when his fingers touched the words, a chilling message flooded his brain.

"...In all universes, among all living beings, apart from those gods and their offspring born of the Supreme Mother Goddess, no other being can compare to them..."

Tiera was so frightened that she quickly removed her hand.

Then he reached out and touched another parchment with his finger.

"...The mangoes that were knocked down by the thunderstorm, peeled, dried, crushed, and two spoonfuls..."

Tiera stared at the distorted text.

He was certain he didn't recognize the words, but as his fingers touched them, the knowledge they represented automatically flooded into his brain.

After looking at a few parchments, Tiera had a bad feeling and walked toward the nearest cave with a heavy expression.

Tierra's hand carefully traced the spines of the books, one after another, titles filled with blasphemous and evil feelings flowing into his mind.

The biggest and thickest one... The Necronomicon

A thinner one, like a regular textbook... *The Anonymous Priestly Book*.

Tall and thin, encased in an unknown hard shell... the R'lyeh Text.

A thin book, bound with cotton thread like an ancient Chinese book... "Seven Chapters of the Mysterious Ruler"...

With a whoosh, the ancient book flew off the bookshelf and landed in front of Tiera. The pages opened automatically without any wind.

At this moment, Tiera had never felt that Chinese characters were so terrible and disgusting.

He recognized every single word on it. The moment his gaze met those two pages of Chinese characters, Tiera's hair stood on end. It was as if some incomprehensible knowledge had been forcibly crammed into his soul, and chaotic babbling screams and incomprehensible images filled his mind.

Goosebumps started appearing all over my body, growing larger and larger until they crowded together and developed into translucent, viscous pustules.

(End of this chapter)