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Chapter 195 So there's only one answer...

Minutes earlier, at the Mousse Church in Indonesia.

The old man who loves craftsmanship was unexpectedly invited to a very strange meeting. He originally thought that he would be given a blessing first and that he would be turned into one of those strange things. He even prepared more than 10,000 ways to counter it.

However, he did not expect that he seemed to have joined a strange meeting on "how to launch a heavy blow against military bases around the world in an instant".

The old man who loves his craftsmanship: "..."

Where did he come from? Is this still the villain's stronghold?
During the meeting, everyone looked at the old man who loved craftsmanship with suspicion, as if they all thought he was a strange person, but no one took the initiative to kick him out of the meeting.

Just as the meeting was nearing its end, and the group had prepared several contingency plans for a major attack, someone suddenly burst in, saying in a panic, "Excuse me, Mr. Howard, I've brought you to the wrong place..."

"Oh, you all continue with your work..." The old man who loves crafts got up and raised his fist as he left.

The meeting room fell silent, leaving only the group of mystics looking at each other in bewilderment.

Then, he finally saw the person he was looking for, and incidentally, the person he wanted to assassinate.

Brinton, a famous mystic.

Within the circle of mystics, the Brinton family's influence can be described as that of a truly millennia-old dynasty.

Even for ordinary mystics, having one unique technique in their family is already considered a significant achievement. This patriarch alone possesses dozens of unique techniques, and with each generation, their number of techniques will only increase.

If things continue as they are, it may only take a few decades for this family to openly unify the power of all mystics.

However, they chose the most unconventional approach: after eliminating all those who posed a threat to them through the Salem incident, they recruited all the other mystics into their ranks.

This is information that Mr. Love Crafts obtained from the two mystics, Austin and Howard.

Meanwhile, this mystic, who was no different from an ordinary person, stood with his hands behind his back, looking out the window at the scenery of Mousse, Indonesia, completely ignoring the old man who loved craftsmanship disguised as Howard.

“Lord Brinton, I have come to offer my loyalty.” The old man of the Craftsman’s tone had become just like Howard’s as he spoke.

"Howard, have a seat." The person opposite him seemed like a normal young man. He didn't give the impression of being an old man who was nearly a hundred years old according to the information. Instead, he seemed like a young general.

However, after the old man who loved crafts sat down, Brinton laughed. He looked at the mystic across from him who had been "capturing" him and said, "I really don't know how Howard got the 'Reincarnation of Evil Spirits' spell and was able to summon a guest that I never expected."

The old man who loved crafts shrugged and said, seemingly jokingly, "Looks like I've been exposed."

"I knew you when you first showed up. After all, Howard and Austin should be on the shores of Boston right now, right?"

At this moment, the old man who loves craftsmanship stopped pretending. He reverted to his original form, dressed in a gray suit and wearing a white mask, holding a cane in his hand. The empty black hole beneath the mask silently stared at the enemy in front of him.

He had always been very curious about why this person had created such a "Mousse, Indonesia tragedy," even at the cost of dragging the whole world down with him.

"Heh, a humanoid evil spirit, possessing the ability to disguise and mimic, wearing a mask. Let me guess your identity... The Joker? No, the Joker wouldn't have such rationality, nor would he possess your wisdom. Heh, I've got it..."

A smile played on his lips, as if pleased to have guessed the identity of the person opposite him: "The representative of Cthulhu fear, Mr. H.P. Lovecraft?"

The old man who loved crafts didn't say anything, but it was clear that the other party had completely confirmed his identity.

"It seems I guessed right. So it's the renowned Elder Luo. Although you were born in the form of an evil spirit, I have long admired you." He smiled, seemingly not lying.

"When I was a child, around ten years old, the first birthday present I received was your book, 'The Dunwich Horror.'" He seemed to be recalling his childhood, and suddenly his expression turned tearful as he reminisced about the past.

"Later, during my university years, I also joined your fan club. Your works were incredibly popular back then, circulating throughout the entire university. Some people even started writing derivative works based on your works immediately after reading them, creating the now-famous 'Cthulhu Mythos'." The old man who loved crafts didn't seem to realize it at all.

His works only became popular more than ten years after his death, and even became popular to an extent that no one could have imagined. However, he was destitute during his lifetime and could not even afford to eat. His death was also closely related to poverty. If it weren't for the help of his friends, he might have starved to death much earlier.

He was like Van Gogh of the 20th century. Before his death, his works were ignored and couldn't even earn him a decent dinner. But after his death, his manuscripts and stories were sold for exorbitant prices, and even a century later, they have become the benchmark of "horror" worldwide.

It has to be said, it's a very strange thing.

Seemingly persuaded by the "fan" opposite him, the old man who loves crafts said: "I am very confused now. Why did you do such a thing? To rule the world? To become a god? Or simply to create terrorist incidents? Your answer may determine my attitude towards you in the future."

“Haha, Mr. Lovecraft, if it were you, you would surely understand me. In the future, we are very likely to be like-minded people walking the same ideal path.” Brinton looked up at the sky, seemingly gazing at the stars, and said…
"Elder Luo, don't you think Blue Star is far too insignificant?"

The old man who loves his craft: "?"

"Look, planets that we can't explore even with all our might are as insignificant as grains of sand in the vast universe. Humans might not even be able to explore the solar system in their entire lives, let alone the deeper parts of the universe. For you, who have written such science fiction horror, do you see humanity as insignificant as ants?"

He sighed, and this sigh even made the old man who loved crafts pause for a moment.

"Haha, it seems I guessed right. Indeed, you are someone who shares my ideals." He seemed to marvel at his own extraordinary wisdom, extending his hand to his childhood idol and extending his invitation.
“Old Luo, don’t you think humanity has actually gone astray? Technology has its limits. In this short life, I understand that the more we develop technology, the further we get from our goal of exploring the universe, even to the point of going in the opposite direction. And the creatures on this planet have even castrated themselves of their own ‘immortality.’ By the time I realized it, I was already old and frail.”

He sighed and smiled as he continued to the old man who loved crafts: "In ancient times, all life was immortal. As long as they weren't preyed upon by natural enemies, they could reproduce forever and live forever. But this unparalleled power was abandoned by those ancient creatures, who instead imposed lifespan limitations on themselves..."

"Your era may not have been able to figure it out yet. The so-called lifespan is actually the self-restraint of later generations. The earliest life forms are all immortal beings!" He looked up, and behind him, ancient trees that had grown tall and mighty outside the window were visible.

"Like these ancient creatures, they don't even have telomeres; they are in a perpetual state of division, which is what we call 'immortality'!"

"And if we can also achieve 'immortality,' wouldn't the exploration of the universe be an achievement within our grasp?" he said, even dropping another bombshell on the old man who loved crafts, "Old Luo, you may not know, but there are aliens in the universe!"

"Even the origin of life on our planet was only possible with the help of an alien called the King, and we are the ones who obtained the alien legacy and thus transcended this era."

"So, if it's you, you'll surely understand me. We, who are dissatisfied with the inherent flaws of humanity, also disdain the humble and insignificant nature of humankind. Let's explore the entire universe together and witness the vast and diverse futures on other planets. What do you say?" He extended his hand, as if inviting the old man who loved crafts.

The old man who loves his craftsmanship: "..."

Is this idiot crazy?
When did he ever look down on humans?
That's artistic license in the novel. He's writing a horror story, and how can you highlight "horror" without showing the insignificance of humanity? Are you suggesting he write about Jehovah and Zeus playing a role-playing game in a horror story?
Do you want to eat?
He originally thought that the enemy might have some "huge conspiracy", but it turned out to be just the social Darwinist approach.

All that he did was for... immortality?
The old man who loves crafts doesn't understand. Shouldn't your cultural circle consider immortality a curse? Isn't the desire for immortality part of their culture? Perhaps the obsession with immortality might resonate with the demonic cultivators of a certain Eastern power, but for him, it doesn't evoke much resonance.

However, what made him frown was that the other party mentioned the news of "the King". Although it was only mentioned briefly, he kept it in mind.

"So, what is your ultimate goal?" the old man who loves crafts asked.

"Qijiela will absorb the world's energy, thus giving birth to several 'World Fruits'." He smiled and revealed his plan. "At that time, with just one of these fruits, we will have the power to travel through the stars, and this world will lose its value."

He looked out the window with a mocking expression: "After all, all that's left in this world is a bunch of useless cogs in the machine of work and debt. They're just tools that provide value anyway, so they might as well become value in the hands of us pioneers exploring the universe."

"And Elder Luo, I am willing to share with you the great power brought by this fruit."

The old man, who loved his craft, let out a long sigh. Behind his mask, he looked at the person opposite him: "It seems I have no reason to refuse, so there's only one answer..."

He picked up his cane: "I swear to be loyal to you."

(End of this chapter)