My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 73 Why is there still Cthulhu?
When the thickest lightning fell and intertwined into a web in the sky, Dr. Harold's hair and beard suddenly stood up and he started beating the animal skin drum violently!
Boom, boom, boom!
Yule only felt that the beat of the animal skin drum seemed to have reached a strange synchronous frequency with his own imperceptible heartbeat, and seemed to perfectly match the drumbeat from the storm.

Thunder followed by lightning broke through the clouds, and the rain fell like drumsticks.

The rain flowed through the turquoise pillars around, making them more crystal clear and slightly sparkling.

Jules remembered Dr. Harold's previous warning and remained calm in the rainstorm.

"Should we cherish hope during the ceremony..."

He looked at Dr. Harold, who was beating the drum rhythmically and reciting a blessing:
"The thunder will tear the three veils apart, and the storm will blow away your cowardice..."

After reciting for a while, Dr. Harold suddenly opened his eyes and shouted:

"Let us call upon the Skin of Thunder, the god of eternity and continuity!"

The thunder struck from the sky, but it did not bring with it a roar, but only a heavy heartbeat.

thump--

As the thunder was absorbed by the turquoise column, Jules heard his heart, which had been silent for a long time, beat.

The Principle of the Heart was exercising its power and began to repair his body.

At this moment, the severe pain in his body that had been tormenting him all the time also quickly subsided.

"It really works!" There was a hint of joy in his eyes.

He could feel the powerful vitality rebuilding everything along the way—

Broken blood vessels, torn flesh, and even the flesh deformation caused by the Principle of the Cup, all returned to their original appearance under this vitality.

Even the hidden injuries that he had never noticed in the past were repaired at this moment.

All the injuries on his body were being healed, and Jules was intoxicated by the comfortable feeling.

Suddenly, when only his heart remained to be repaired, he found that the unstoppable vitality had inexplicably disappeared.

"What's going on?" He frowned.

No, not disappearing to be exact—

But it was because the Heart of the Wave was like a black hole, swallowing up all the remaining vitality!

However, even after absorbing so much vitality, the Heart of the Wave remained unchanged.

Jules' heart sank, but he tried to maintain an optimistic attitude.

According to Dr. Harold, if there is no "hope" in the middle of the ceremony, the ceremony may be forcibly interrupted!

"Heart of the Wave... Speaking of which, now that the fragments of the Titanic have shattered, where can I find the waves if I need them?" He forced his attention away.

Just as he was thinking, the thunder gradually became smaller and the raindrops lost their previous momentum.

The sudden rain will stop.

Seeing this, Dr. Harold stopped what he was doing, walked forward, and said with concern:
"How are you feeling now?"

Sensing the nearly unchanged Heart of the Wave, Yule's expression turned grim.

"The other injuries are almost healed, but there's no change in the heart."

Hearing this, Dr. Harold's face became more serious than ever.

"If that's the case... could you give me a drop of your heart's blood?"

Take blood? Yule was slightly stunned and said:
"It's not difficult."

He pierced his heart with his finger, and after a while, he used his ability to draw out a drop of blood.

After the rain, the sky cleared up. Under the sunlight, the blood did not appear bright red, but instead had a faint light blue hue.

Dr. Harold stared at the drop of blood for a while, then slowly raised his head and looked at Jules.

"It seems I was right. Your heart is simply too strong. Even the Ritual of the Heart, which can heal all your injuries, has no effect on it."

Upon hearing this, Yule couldn't help but frown:

"Then...is there a stronger ritual available?"

Seeing Dr. Harold's embarrassment, he had a bad feeling.

"Well, I have it, but I can't use it."

Dr. Harold shook his head and sighed:
"Your heart is too strong and your body is too weak. Therefore, the power that can heal your heart is enough to burst your body."

"For this, I... have no solution."

Yule pursed his lips and said softly:

"Aside from the ritual, is there any other method?"

"Have!"

Dr. Harold took Jules inside to change into dry clothes. He then said, "I can see that your heart is composed of forces of different principles. As long as you can find the source of the power that originally gave you this heart, you can repair it."

"This should be the most feasible method. Other methods are not very realistic in repairing your heart..."

As he spoke, he turned his head and found that Jules had been standing still in the same place.

Yule's lips moved slightly and he said:

"Thanks for letting me know."

At this moment, he felt like the sky was falling.

Langchao has been dead for a long time, where can I find the power of this guy?
Could I go into Stonehenge and try to pray again?
But before, it was because of the ritual that the power was attracted in. Now no one can enter. Even if he can still enter, he can't summon the power of the waves!

Wait, if that's the case, Lolita's blood might also be effective to some extent...

Jules thought of Lolita, but immediately shook his head.

No, that's not possible. Even though she is the Son of the Wave, her own strength is only at the first level - if she wants to bridge the gap with the fifth level of the Heart of the Wave, it's probably still a long way off.

Let's find another way...

Seeing that Jules was worried, Dr. Harold sighed, patted his shoulder and said:

"Don't worry, you won't die for a while. But remember, don't fight too hard, otherwise your heart will be overwhelmed."

Jules nodded gravely.

……

After saying goodbye to Dr. Harold, Jules did not go to find Lolita and the others, but went straight to Matilda's antique shop.

After a whole day of treatment, it was almost dusk.

When he arrived at the antique shop by public carriage, Matilda was at the door, preparing to close the business.

"Wait! I have something to ask you!"

Hearing Jules' familiar voice, Matilda paused slightly as she closed the door.

"Mr. Jules, are you back?"

"I..." Jules wanted to speak, but he could only gasp for breath.

Now, he intuitively realized the impact of heart damage!
In the past, he could run a thousand meters without even breathing hard, but now he is so tired after running only a few dozen meters.

Matilda frowned slightly and said:

"You seem to be in very bad condition."

She looked Jules up and down, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

Yule took a few deep breaths, managed to calm down, and said:
"I'll keep my story short."

Matilda nodded slightly, closed the door, and walked deeper into the villa with Jules.

Along the way, he repeated his current condition and what Dr. Harold said, which made Matilda fall into deep thought.

"You mean, you want to find the power left in this world by the deceased Si Chen 'Wave'?"

Jules nodded:

"This is the only way to repair my heart. Of course, if you know of another method, I will definitely reward you handsomely!"

He came to Matilda because she was extremely good at this kind of secret knowledge.

Unlike the Anti-Suppression Bureau, not only are they not sure about the situation, they are also full of concerns.

Matilda nodded thoughtfully:
“I don’t know about other methods, but I might be able to tell you something about the legacy of the wave.

In a small seaside town, the custom of worshipping waves seems to still exist, and you'll probably have a good chance of finding remnants of the waves there."

There was a hint of surprise in Yule's eyes:

"where?"

"That place seems to be called Innsmouth."

When he heard the name, Yule's eyes suddenly widened.

Innsmouth? The Innsmouth in "The Shadow Over Innsmouth" in Lovecraft's Cthulhu Mythos series?
No, why is Cthulhu here?

He was about to doubt whether he had heard it wrong, but Matilda's next words confirmed his thoughts:

"Local residents worship a deity called 'Dagon,' and there are occasional legends of 'deep divers' who resemble fishmen."

She turned her delicate face towards Jules and smiled:
"Given their shared characteristics of deep-sea worship, if nothing unexpected happens, that's where the wave cult is largest and possibly the last remaining in the waking world."

[Capturing the Sixth History Fragment: The Haze of Innsmouth]

(End of this chapter)