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Chapter 118 The Great Cthulhu, Please Enter My Dream

Strange felt as if he were on the sea, surrounded by icy, bone-chilling water.

Strange struggled desperately, only to find that his limbs were as if bound by invisible shackles, and each stroke could only stir up a weak splash, unable to free him from this endless deep sea.

The surrounding seawater grew increasingly dark, as if countless pairs of eerie blue eyes were peering at him from the shadows, their gazes filled with the unknown and fear.

Suddenly, a strong cold wave swept over him, and Strange felt a bone-chilling cold penetrate to his very bones. His heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and his breathing became extremely difficult.

In this moment of despair, a voice called out to him.

Strange had never heard this voice before, but incredibly, it felt very familiar to him, as if his parents were calling out to him from the past.

Gradually, the panic was driven away, and the call from the seabed grew stronger.

Slowly, Strange sank into the sea. Surprisingly, even though his whole body was submerged, he did not feel any difficulty breathing.

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

The familiar call grew clearer, guiding him to explore deeper into the world.

The scene before my eyes began to change in a wonderful way. The originally dark seabed became colorful, and the coral reefs, like exquisite sculptures, displayed charming colors in the dim light.

A colorful school of fish darted around him, some curiously circling him, others swimming leisurely, seemingly unsurprised by his unexpected visitor.

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

He continued following the call, passing through a dense seaweed forest where the seaweed swayed gently in the seawater like giant green ribbons, making a rustling sound.

After passing through the kelp forest, Strange was deeply attracted by the faint outline that appeared ahead.

The outline distorted and warped in the dim light, like a strange combination of nature and artifice, both ancient and mysterious. As he drew closer, a city he had never seen before appeared before him.

The city's silhouette twisted and writhed in the dim light, like the back of a deep-sea monster, both enormous and indescribable.

The building was tall and dilapidated, its walls made of unidentified black rocks covered with a thick layer of seaweed and shellfish, exuding an aura of death and decay.

Most of the windows and doorways were broken or blurred by seawater erosion, as if something ominous might emerge from them at any moment.

The streets are narrow and winding, filled with the remains of all sorts of strange creatures and unknown seabed sediments.

In some places, the seawater seems to be distorted by some force, forming whirlpools and undercurrents, emitting a low and eerie sound.

Strange took each step with extreme caution, afraid of triggering some unknown mechanism or trap.

Strange felt a strong sense of oppression and unease in the city.

He could almost hear the wails and struggles of the creatures that once lived here, echoing between the empty streets and the broken buildings.

A series of dark and terrifying sounds rang in his ears.

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

Immediately afterwards, Strange looked at that enormous, magnificent, indescribable...

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

Strange screamed and woke up abruptly from his dream, panting heavily and trembling uncontrollably.

"Stephen, what happened?"

Christine opened her drowsy eyes and took a towel from the bedside table to wipe the cold sweat from Strange's forehead, who was still in shock.

"No, it's nothing."

Strange took the towel from Christine and gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, trying to calm his heart, which was pounding wildly because of that bizarre dream.

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

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

"It's just a dream, just a dream."

He muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly.

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

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

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

"It's really nothing, I've just been under a lot of pressure lately, and I might have been thinking about some strange things at night."

Christine nodded gently, not pressing for further questions, but simply pulled him into her arms, offering him silent comfort.

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

In the days that followed, Strange kept dreaming that he had returned to the seabed, entered the city again, and once again could not see His face clearly.

Although this place instilled a deep-seated fear in Strange, it also somehow felt strangely familiar.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

On this day, as usual, Strange woke up from a nightmare.

"Strange, why don't you go see a priest?"

Christine's voice was full of worry as she sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Strange's back, trying to calm his anxiety caused by the recurring nightmares.

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

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

The next day, Strange went to the makeshift office in front of the statue of the Holy Son to seek the priest's help.

The church was not yet completed, so this temporary office was set up to reassure New York City residents.

Since that night's experience, most New Yorkers have suffered psychological trauma.

While psychologists in New York City can help to some extent, the demand for psychological comfort and the high cost of their services can be overwhelming.

Citizens flocked to the priest for help, and later priests from other churches in New York City also joined in, converting to the Son of God.

However, given the sheer size of the population, it's still a drop in the ocean.

Strange had to wait several days to get the appointment, which meant he had to endure several more days of nightmares.

And today, it's finally his turn.

"Young man, I see a dark aura around your face; I fear a great calamity is about to befall you!"

(End of this chapter)