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"Nyarlathotep?"

He searched his memory several times, but still couldn't find this person.

As a wizard who can roam freely throughout the river of time, witnessing countless rises and falls and dealing with all sorts of strange and wonderful beings, how could his knowledge base have blind spots?!

"Ny...A...!"

Noah muttered the name, his expression growing increasingly agitated.

"Who?"

Renyi and Nathan exchanged a knowing glance—

It seems they genuinely don't know.

"You've never heard of him?"

The captain deliberately frowned and pressed on with the question.

"No!"

Noah ripped the cotton out of his nose:

"Why would I have heard of him... Is he famous?"

Renyi seemed completely oblivious to the other person's lapse in composure, and took out the handkerchief that Wonka had given him from his pocket, handing it to him so that he could wipe the bloodstains.

"Ah, of course he's famous...don't you think so, Nathan?"

Nathan immediately understood upon receiving the signal.

He gasped, staggered back two steps, and grabbed the railing for support.

"Boss...you're not talking about...you mean 'He', are you...?"

Fear crept in from his eyes to his body, and Nathan's hands began to tremble, as if the mere mention of the name terrified him.

"Oh no... oh no... how could it be Him...?"

Nathan covered his forehead with one hand and muttered to himself:

"If this ship... this cage, is the work of that person... then we're finished, utterly finished!"

Renyi remained silent.

He stood there quietly, his eyes downcast, as if deep in thought, or perhaps mourning Nathan's conclusion.

[Drake's acting is amazing, look at those trembling hands, that desperate look in his eyes...]

[Our boss is a true acting genius... he conveyed the feeling of "it's too late to change anything" with just a few words!]

[Why do I feel like the actor's expression right now is like, "Holy crap, how can he act so well? How am I supposed to respond without giving myself away?"]

Actually, the captain just felt that the strength of the mountain was too great.

He was afraid that his acting skills were too poor and he would be exposed in front of Noah, that old fox.

Fortunately, Nathan didn't make things difficult for his captain and soon began to perform a solo act:

"That's 'the formless chaos,' 'the wriggling messenger'! His playground spans all time and space, feeding on the despair and madness of intelligent beings... How could that fool Wonka dare to make a deal with such a being?!"

"He's packaged us all up and sold us to hell!"

Noah's face grew increasingly dark.

Appearanceless...

Peristalsis?

It sounds like some ugly mollusk, so tasteless...

However, Nathan continued to gloomily buff the 'He' he had never met:

"Nyarlathotep... the indescribable lord, the embodiment of eternal chaos, the weaver of the sea of ​​mist, the supreme being who imprisons souls, the gazer of the abyss, the designer of the labyrinth of fate, the mastermind of an ever-lasting theater of madness—"

"Legend has it that He walks through human dreams, sowing seeds of madness... He can easily distort the boundary between reality and illusion, creating eternal nightmares! Those who fall into His clutches will never find peace!"

That one breath is enough to sing the entire song lyrics.

He rattled off a string of impressive titles, none of them repeated, until he finished speaking, then abruptly took a breath and leaned slumped against the railing in a nonchalant manner.

"Stop struggling, everyone, just wait to die."

"In this kind of script, we're at best just extras."

Nathan's rhetoric may seem exaggerated, but it is actually quite clever.

The key point is in the last sentence—

For Noah, a guy who likes to write scripts for others and has a high opinion of himself, this is a reverse stimulus.

really.

Noah laughed in exasperation and took the cigar out of his mouth.

"Nyarlathotep... what a lousy name!"

That bastard not only stole his things, but even the pronunciation of his name was a perfect imitation!

"What is this 'embodiment of eternal chaos,' or 'weaver of the sea of ​​mist'?"

"Three thousand years ago, tribes called me 'Child of the Night,' and shamans in the northern frontier called me 'Outsider'—did I proclaim that? No!"

But this guy is something else...

He's given himself so many suffixes, as if he's afraid people won't know he's prestigious. It sounds like a self-proclaimed local tyrant!

Tacky!

Nathan looked at him with his eyes and said: Boss, I think I set off a firecracker.

Looking back: It's pretty good, just a little more.

"I was just sitting here collecting debts, and he interfered!"

He put the cigar in his mouth, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched twice.

"And what kind of unspeakable lord is this—what kind of quack god is this, opening a farmhouse restaurant and daring to call it a chain?"

Without a word, Ren Yi reached into Noah's pocket, took out the half-box of matches, struck one, and lit it for Noah. Noah didn't flinch.

Smoke leaked from his lips and blended into the thick fog.

"I've tried killing everyone and sinking the ship."

The embers of the cigar flickered.

"I also tried to stop the siren from dying, and even to protect everyone."

But if this ship were alive, it could restore anything—

Including those screws that got in by mistake.

When the new screws arrived, everyone was back at the table in perfect order. No one remembered what had happened before, except for him, Wonka, Mrs. Molly, and the twins.

"Hmph, now I finally know why."

Noah held the cigarette between his fingers and gave the middle finger to the thick fog.

"So there was something else hiding behind the scenes causing trouble."

Nathan walked from the edge of the rooftop to Ren Yi's side: "If we don't interfere, the script will go as follows—"

"A captured siren will be served on the dinner table."

Noah exhaled a puff of smoke, the smoke stretching into a blurry face in the darkness.

"Wonka would announce the good news to everyone, and then the guests would pounce on him like pigs in a sty for a meal."

"Then?"

"Then they fought over who got to eat more, but that's not the point. The point is that in the end... the ship that disturbed the Sirens' habitat was slaughtered by the entire Sirens clan, and there was nothing that could be done to stop it."

He shrugged. "That's the end of the story."

He pondered various solutions.

A brute-force solution won't work, because Noah has already tried all the physical solutions; going around it won't work either, because the script has a fixed direction, and not triggering it only postpones it, it won't disappear.

That is to say-

They have to follow the script, but they can't let the script end on its own.

As dawn broke, Ren Yi suddenly spoke:

"What if we attack the Sirens?"

This issue is beyond Noah's script outline.

In his eyes, sirens are just a school of fish... Even if these fish eventually turn around and swallow the diners, who would think of reasoning with the food?

"Making peace with a bunch of wild beasts?"

Noah found the idea somewhat magical.

"Little guy, you're very interesting."

"But those things in the sea have no brains, only appetite and murderous intent."

[Thank you so much to the sixth prince who came aboard the aircraft carrier for the gift! (*꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)]