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Chapter 118 The Great Cthulhu Awaits Your Dreams
Strange felt like he was on the sea, surrounded by icy cold water.

Strange struggled hard, but found that his limbs seemed to be bound by invisible shackles. Every stroke could only stir up a faint splash of water, unable to rescue him from the endless deep sea.

The surrounding sea water became increasingly darker, as if countless pairs of blue eyes were peering at him in the darkness, and those eyes were full of unknown and fear.

Suddenly, a strong cold current hit, and Strange felt a biting chill penetrating into his bones. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and breathing became extremely difficult.

In this moment of despair, there was a voice calling him.

Strange had never heard this voice before, but incredibly, this voice made him feel very familiar, as if his own parents were calling him over.

Gradually, the panic was slowly driven away, and the call from the bottom of the sea became stronger and stronger.

Slowly, Strange sank into the sea. The amazing thing was that even though his whole body was sunk to the bottom of the sea, he did not feel any difficulty breathing.

As Strange gradually sank to the bottom of the sea, he was surprised to find that the surrounding water was no longer icy cold, but became warm and soft, as if embracing him and giving him unprecedented peace.

The cordial calling became clearer and clearer, leading him to explore deeper.

The scene before my eyes began to change wonderfully. The originally dark seabed became colorful, and the coral reefs were like exquisite sculptures, showing charming colors in the faint light.

Schools of colorful fish swam around him, some surrounded him curiously, while others swam leisurely, as if they were not surprised by his uninvited guest.

Strange was surprised to find that he could breathe freely, as if this underwater world had its own set of survival rules that did not belong to the human world.

He continued to move forward following the call, passing through a dense kelp forest. The seaweed there was like huge green ribbons, swaying gently in the sea water, making rustling sounds.

After passing through the kelp forest, Strange was deeply attracted by the vague outline emerging in front of him.

The outline was distorted in the dim light, as if it was a strange combination of nature and man-made, ancient and mysterious. As he approached, a city he had never seen before appeared before him.

The outline of the city twisted and squirmed in the dim light, like the back of a deep-sea monster, huge and indescribable.

The buildings are tall and broken, with walls made of unknown black rocks and the surface covered with thick seaweed and shellfish, revealing a dead and decayed atmosphere.

Most of the windows and door openings were broken or blurred by the erosion of sea water, as if something ominous would burst out of them at any time.

The streets are narrow and winding, covered with various strange biological remains and unknown seabed sediments.

In some places, the sea water seemed to be twisted by some force, forming whirlpools and undercurrents, making low and strange sounds.

Strange took every step carefully, fearing that he would trigger some unknown mechanism or trap.

In this city, Strange felt a strong sense of oppression and uneasiness.

He seemed to be able to hear the wailing and struggling of the creatures that once lived here, echoing among the empty streets and broken buildings.

Waves of dark and terrifying voices rang in his ears.

"In the underwater city of R'lyeh, the sleeping Cthulhu awaits your dreams."

Then, Strange saw the huge, great, indescribable
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Strange screamed and suddenly woke up from his dream, gasping for breath and shaking uncontrollably.

"Stephen, what happened?"

Christine opened her blurry eyes from her sleep, took a towel from the bedside table, and wiped the cold sweat from the forehead of the frightened Strange.

"No, nothing." Strange took the towel from Christine's hand, gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and tried to calm his heart that was beating wildly because of the strange dream.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to completely erase the horrific underwater city of R'lyeh and the indescribable terrifying existence Cthulhu from his mind.

He did not see the appearance of the last great being clearly, and he was glad that he did not see His appearance clearly.

"It was just a dream, just a dream."

He murmured to himself, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice.

Christine looked at him tenderly, her eyes full of concern.

"Are you sure you're okay? You look like you just had a nightmare."

Strange forced a smile, trying to make his tone sound more relaxed.

"It's really nothing. I'm just a little stressed out lately. I might have been thinking about some weird things at night."

Christine nodded slightly and did not continue to ask questions. She just hugged him in her arms and gave him silent comfort.

However, that dream was like a seed, quietly taking root and sprouting in Strange's heart.

In the following days, Strange kept dreaming that he returned to the bottom of the sea again, entered the city again, and again failed to see His appearance clearly.

Although this place made Strange feel a sense of fear rising from the bottom of his heart, for some reason he also felt a sense of familiarity.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

On this day, just like any other day, Strange woke up from a nightmare.

"Strange, do you want to go see a priest?"

Christine's voice was full of worry. She sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Strange's back, trying to calm his restless mood caused by the continuous nightmares.

"Christine, you're right. Maybe I do need to talk to someone."

After calming himself down, Strange decided to accept Christine's advice.

The next day, Strange came to the temporary office in front of the statue of the Son of God to seek help from the priest.

The church had not yet been built, so this temporary office was set up to appease the people of New York.

Since their experiences that night, most New Yorkers have been traumatized.

Although psychologists in New York City can help them to a certain extent, they are seeking psychological comfort and the fees charged by psychologists are too expensive.

There was an endless stream of citizens coming here to seek help from the priest, and later priests from other churches in New York City also joined in and converted to the Son of God.

But in such a huge crowd, it is still a drop in the bucket.

Strange had to wait several days to get the appointment, so he had to endure the torture of nightmares for a few more days.

And today, it is finally his turn.

"Young man, I see your forehead is black, I'm afraid a disaster is about to happen!"

(End of this chapter)