People are pirates, creating Cthulhu

In an unknown town.

An old man who was over seventy years old was lying in the courtyard of his home, staring blankly at the sky, motionless.

From sunset to dusk, the old man's consciousness gradually faded away. His mouth, which had already lost all his teeth, seemed to be moving unwillingly. Only by putting his ear to his mouth could he barely hear clearly. He was murmuring:

"I really want to... really want to... see the wind."

As if he heard his prayer, the sun set, the star curtain hung high, and the starry sky above his head was obscured by dark clouds. The huge clouds had the outline of a human figure.

Despite the dense clouds, on the top floor, the human-shaped head shines with two bright stars, like the two eyes of a giant.

The night passed.

Thick white snow covered the street, and the little boy exclaimed through the foggy glass: "Mom, Dad, look! It's snow!"

"Nonsense, how could it rain here..."

Before he finished speaking, the little boy's parents saw the white snow behind the glass that the little boy had wiped clean.

The scene came to an abrupt end, and Olvia recalled the scene over and over again in her mind as if she had seen it with her own eyes. The huge figure transformed into clouds seemed very similar to the "Windrunner" recorded in an essay. "Itacua.

Lynch also saw what Olvia saw.

He has always felt that the hidden existence was filled, and he explained the "mystery" to Kuloha and Olvia.

The only thing unclear is whether this situation is a coincidence, or whether the system actively transformed the world in order to cater to his statement.

But no matter what the situation, he still enjoys complete control over the secret.

For example, the cave leading to the Enkai Abyss and the palace and the murals in the palace that appeared in the corner of the maze this time were actively generated under his influence, while the murals on the walls of the maze were all generated by the system.

This also confirmed his idea that after he made modifications to the secret, the system would adaptively repair some of the unreasonable aspects.

All in all, although Lynch, as the host, has absolute control over all creation, the system has the final right of interpretation.

This also means that if Lynch wants to control the script to move in the direction of his imagination, then he must think more about things when writing and directing, so that everything can basically conform to the characteristics of each creation.

After this secret exploration, the progress of the Book of Ebon actually surpassed that of the Mekas Church.

After spending three thousand myth points, Tsathoggua's level successfully reached level three, giving Olvia the authority to view hidden images.

"Myth value: 219.43"

"Creations: Tsathoggua (lv3), Cthugha (lv2),..."

"Myth Script: Church of Mekas (elite level, progress: 3.3%), Book of Ebon (ordinary level, progress: 7.1%)"

Whether it was Olvia or Sakaski, Lynch gained something this time, but Wilson, who he had put a lot of effort into, didn't even trigger a script.

What a disappointment.

What's even more strange is that Lynch originally planned to transform him into the daughter of Atrak, but he didn't expect that he would transform into a Qiuqiu man. This result was also quite unexpected.

I don’t know if it’s because Wilson’s gender doesn’t support it.

Or is it that his obsession is not as strong as Sakaski and Olvia?

Because judging from current experience, Sakaski and Olvia's success in becoming interpreters of their respective creations is inseparable from their own obsessions.

Therefore, after recognizing Wilson's obsession with making money, Lynch changed the actor of Spider God from Robin to Wilson.

Unexpectedly, he experienced a transformation failure for the first time, so he had to set his target back on Robin.

However, what obsession can Robin, who is only eight years old, have?

On the Nameless Island, Lynch hid his figure and silently watched Robin and Lafitte confronting each other in the forest.

Since escaping from the port, Lafitte has repeatedly followed the cargo ship's route in search of traces of black iron ore.

However, he was worried that his whereabouts would be discovered by the people on the island and that he would be pursued and intercepted by the nobles, so he only dared to search in relatively distant waters.

Until just now, there was a sudden movement from the black iron mine. Unexpectedly, a little girl emerged from this inconspicuous island in the distance.

This immediately caught Lafitte's attention.

After arriving on the island, he easily discovered the black iron ore that had been stolen one after another from the gaps in the forest.

In Lafitte's mind, the black iron ore was not the key, but the little girl was the key to clearing himself from suspicion.

After all, if he rashly brought the black iron ore back, Taylor's petty mind would probably treat him as someone who was forced to spit out the stolen goods out of desperation.

Only by following the clues and finding the real mastermind from this little girl can we clear ourselves of the blame.

But...this little girl is really difficult to deal with!

He was actually a user with fruit abilities. Lafitte looked at this little girl who was eyeing him with a headache.

Although the little girl's body was covered with mud, and her fierce eyes showed unconcealable exhaustion, it was really difficult for her to capture her alive.

Otherwise, ask her one last time. If it doesn't work, just get rid of her.

Anyway, there are these mines. As long as you spend more time guarding here, you will meet the real owner sooner or later.

Thinking of this, a fierce light flashed in Lafitte's eyes, and a faint murderous intent filled the air around him. Robin seemed to feel this murderous intent, and his fair face became even whiter.

"Little sister, tell me who hid these ores here. It will be good for both of us."

The cane knife was gently unsheathed, and Lafitte's voice sounded like it was coming from a thousand-year-old ice cave, with a hint of coldness that caused fine goosebumps to appear on Robin's exposed skin involuntarily.

"No!"

Robin stuttered out a word, his voice was tired but extremely firm and decisive.

"Then there's no way."

Lafitte let out a long sigh that seemed to be a little regretful. His cane knife flashed with cold light, his soles shook, leaving a faint footprint in the soil, and his body flew towards Robin like lightning and thunder.

Three rounds of flowers!

Three arms instantly unfolded from the ground, accurately predicting the landing point of one of Lafitte's feet.

Encircled by three hands!

Lafitte was unhurried. A pair of pure white wings suddenly spread out from his back, and his body shot straight into the sky, barely avoiding the arms at his feet.

A dazzling golden light fell from the sky, like the setting sun, and struck Robin on the head with a force that shattered the sky.