Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

The dim sunlight shone through the glass window and fell on the book "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation" on the podium.

On the countdown timer in the upper right corner of the blackboard, the bright red number "69" is particularly eye-catching, with a prominent slogan hanging next to it:

The outcome is still uncertain; we could all be dark horses.

If you don't fight and strive, your senior year of high school will be wasted.

If you can handle it, then handle it; if you can't, then hold on to the death.

Please don't pretend to work hard; results won't play along.

……

"Wein" spent a period of time in this classroom, working from dawn till dusk, in a state of utter darkness.

The sky was still dark, and the night had not yet faded.

He would rub his sleepy eyes and get out of bed, clutching two or three crumpled test papers or a vocabulary book filled with memorization points, and rush to the playground to get ready for morning exercises, mingling with the crowded people.

Before the music for morning exercises even started, he, like everyone else, seized the brief break to bring his books close to his eyes and memorize the fragmented knowledge points of each subject, making the most of every second.

After the dormitory lights were turned off late at night, he would curl up in the corner of his bed and memorize vocabulary and formulas by the dim light of the emergency lights in the corridor, until his eyelids became too heavy to keep open.

In that classroom.

"Wei En" sat in the third row by the window, wearing a blue and white school uniform. The words "Go for it!" were faintly engraved on the sleeve and corner of the desk. Several well-worn math, physics and chemistry supplementary materials were often placed on the desk.

The corners of the book were curled up terribly, and it was filled with dense annotations and calculations. The notes on the wrong questions were circled in red pen, line after line.

Mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology—the densely packed test papers and trivial knowledge points became his entire life.

An overwhelming sense of oppression washed over me.

There are no weekends, no entertainment, and even a good night's sleep has become a luxury. The vibrancy and passion that youth should have turned into numbness and exhaustion in the daily grind of studying, exams, and rankings.

The meaning of life has been reduced to grades and the college entrance examination.

Every time the bell rings to signal the end of get out of class...

The teacher would always adjust his glasses, his tone flat but tinged with impatience: "Finish explaining this problem before get out of class ends. Don't waste time."

A soft sigh echoed in the classroom; no one complained, they just stared silently at the exam paper.

After class.

"Wei En" turned his head and glanced out the window. A crowd of people had gathered in the open space downstairs, and they rushed into the classroom with a noisy discussion.

Later, news came that a girl from the next class, whose mock exam scores had dropped, was scolded by her parents and publicly criticized by the teacher in class. She then jumped from the top of the school building and died on the spot.

The tragic event did not cause the slightest ripple.

Some people just sighed a couple of times, then immediately lowered their heads and continued working on their practice problems.

Some people even huddled together numbly, whispering, "A student jumped to their death, will the school give us a few days off? Can we take a break...?"

Others have indifferent expressions, their minds only focused on their college entrance exams, their future, their prospects, and their lives...

The parents gathered together, their tone devoid of any regret, only blatant pragmatism, talking about "the college entrance exam determining one's entire life" and "changing one's destiny through the college entrance exam"...

Distorted, distorted, only distorted.

On such a gloomy day, during a break between evening self-study sessions.

"Wein" stumbled upon a book with a worn cover and blurry writing in a pile of old books in the corner of the classroom.

The book's cover is printed with: "The Cthulhu Mythos".

He secretly flipped through it during his spare time.

The text in the book is full of translated language, and is somewhat obscure and difficult to understand, yet it has a strange attraction.

The descriptions of the Great Old Ones, the abyss of the universe, and the insignificance of humanity as ants exploded in his gloomy, dull, and oppressive life.

He deeply felt that perhaps, perhaps... beyond the world known to humankind, there exists a vast and terrifying unknown, and great beings that regard humanity as mere dust.

The will of those great beings far surpasses human understanding, almost shattering the rationality and science of human cognition.

Human joys and sorrows, struggles and obsessions are all insignificant in comparison to them.

The pressure of the college entrance exam, the oppression of life, the indifference of those around him, and the tragic suicide of the girl who jumped off the building weighed heavily on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

However, the cosmic horrors described in the Cthulhu Mythos provided him with a twisted solace amidst his oppression.

It turns out that human suffering and struggle are so insignificant in the face of the vast universe.

It turns out that the college entrance exam, rankings, and scores that were suffocating him were nothing but a ridiculous farce in the face of those ancient and powerful forces.

So that's how it is...

It turns out that humans are just a type of biological being, and those rules, order, discipline, systems, and constraints are so insignificant...

……

At this moment, the gray-haired girl and Wayne are looking at the "Wayne" of the past.

The gray-haired girl's sweet voice rang out:

"Is this what you prepared for me? It looks really delicious."

Wayne: "Mm."

The gray-haired girl tried to understand:

"You people in this world are all so strange. You shouldn't be so repressed. I think the world doesn't need so many troubles."

Wayne: "We're in it, we can't get out."

The gray-haired girl observed intently:

"Huh? So you also define the world using molecules and atoms, and even summarized the four fundamental forces. Hmm... While your systems are interesting, you're heading in the wrong direction. The further you go, the further you stray from the right path. But your language and writing system look somewhat familiar..."

Wayne: "The English alphabet?"

The gray-haired girl shook her head: "It's not English, but Chinese characters you wrote, or perhaps other variations of Chinese characters."

Wei En remained silent, not daring to entertain even a single extra thought.

"Since you're troubled by this knowledge, why don't I just teach you it directly?"

The gray-haired girl immediately waved her hand, and based on the knowledge development of the scene before her, she deduced a complete knowledge system that matched it, preparing to directly pour it into the mind of "Wei En" in the classroom, thereby changing Wei En's past.

As a result, He discovered that in Wayne's past, although many knowledge concepts could be transformed and evolved into one another, there were quite a few details of academic knowledge that He did not know, and even language had a certain degree of barrier.

In addition, it seemed to be hindered by that unknown aura.

He was unable to process that knowledge in a short period of time, nor could he implant that knowledge into Wayne's mind.

He looked surprised, but at the same time became completely interested:

"Hehe, I think this part of your memory is very much to my liking. I've decided to absorb it and study it carefully, is that alright?"

Wayne: "No problem."

There is no option to refuse this.

And so, the gray-haired girl, with her hands folded behind her back, tiptoed toward Wayne, who was reading the Cthulhu Mythos in the classroom.

He tiptoed slightly, reached out and touched Wayne's head, then gently opened his mouth and bit Wayne's neck.

As if realizing something, "Wayne" stopped moving, turned his head slightly, and looked at Wayne as if transcending time and space.

In an instant, the world spun around, the memories shattered, and the fragments of memory contracted like a vortex.

Wayne remained unmoved, calmly watching as "Wayne" and those memories crumbled and dissipated, disappearing into his pale pink lips.

He felt as if there was a bite mark on his neck.

He turned back and smiled:

"You gave me something delicious to eat today, so I want to give you something delicious to eat too..."