My Game Friends Were Foreigners in Mythology

37 – The whole and the one, the whole of the one (1)

[What do you mean my time has been manipulated?]

I manipulated my cell phone and sent a text message to Nyarlathotep.

By the way, the robbers stole food and killed everyone.

If food was confiscated and left as it was, it was obvious that more and more plunder would be made to recover the stolen resources.

To be honest, it’s inhumane, but what can I do? In this situation, looting is a capital offense.

‘Come to think of it, this is the second murder.’

It was the first murder I experienced after tearing all of Ctuga’s followers to pieces.

The difference is that he wasn’t insane then, and this time he’s clear.

‘There’s not much difference.’

But maybe it’s because I’ve already escaped from being human, and to be honest, I wasn’t very impressed.

If I had to compare it, it felt like I slaughtered a cow with my own hands.

It’s embarrassing, but I’m plagued with guilt, and I don’t feel like falling into depression.

‘Let’s go now.’

I came down from above the corpses with their heads blown out and passed through an alleyway…

Diring!

Just then, the cell phone rang with a refreshing beep.

It meant that the reply to the message had arrived.

‘How?’

Surprised, I hurriedly took out my cell phone and turned on that code.

[Koarlathotep: It’s literally. Someone intervened in your timeline and changed history.]

[No, how did you send the text? The internet was cut off at my house]

[Koarlathotep: I fixed it. He has already perfectly mastered human technology.]

As expected, is he the god of knowledge? He knew all about human civilization and had reached a stage where he could directly realize it.

I changed the saved name of Nyarlathotep and started chatting.

[Who interrupted my timeline?]

He intervened in the timeline and changed history.

This was actually the sound of having the power to cross time freely.

And that he only used that ability to intervene in our daily lives.

There must be some intention.

[God of Gongdori: I can’t say that. Saying that puts my safety at risk.]

“Huh.”

I was dumbfounded and let out a blank laugh.

[Are you saying there are other kids besides Cthulhu and Yog-Sothoth that can defeat you?]

[God of Gongdori: Let me tell you clearly. I’m not that strong among the Outer Gods.]

“…”

Suddenly, a shocking fact that comes straight through.

[God of Gongdori: Do you know the word Cheonoecheon?]

Cheonoecheon.

There is a sky above the sky.

[God of Gongdori: There is no end to heaven and earth. There is also a heaven outside the heavens, and there are other heavens.]

‘…’

So to put it simply, power inflation.

It was said that even on top of Nyarlathotep, who was thought to be the final boss, there were many strong players who had not yet appeared.

‘f*ck, what is it?’

SSS-.

Goosebumps running up your spine.

The realization that Nyarlathotep, who I thought was sane, wasn’t as strong as I thought it was, I was kind of dazed.

Dagon, the Great Old One.

The Deep One he sprayed has ruined Korea.

Without Thatcher, he would have conquered the entire world.

Ktuga subdued Dagon.

Using flames that burn everything, she is the best among the Great Old Ones.

And Nyarlathotep sniffing at Ctuga’s attack and enduring it.

You can see here that the gap between the Great Old Ones and the Outer Gods is huge.

Cthulhu, whose seal is the limit, even if a foreigner like Nyarlathotep cries out.

She was responsible for 80% of the destruction of Korea with just 5 of her men.

Even in his own words, it can be mass-produced like Deep One.

Besides that, there are a lot of guys who surpass Nyarlathotep,

I have to go down to the point where I feel like I’m falling to the bottom, far below, to the bottom of hell.

After that, there are constellations under me, and those constellations rule the earth.

A tiny little blue dot in the infinitely large universe, the earth.

I was playing in it.

A foolish insight that makes a frog in a well look like a wise man.

I frowned, shook my head, and came to my senses.

[SAN figures: 310/ 350]

Was it such a shock that the SAN level dropped?

A normal person would go crazy at once.

I was able to endure it because it was me. Originally, humans are a weak race that is crazy enough to confirm Nyarlathotep’s existence.

Let’s live according to the theme. You’re still fine

If an F-ranker gained more power than a constellation, his life would have been reversed. If you want more here, it’s greed.

So let’s focus on what really matters.

[God of Gongdori: That’s why I can’t tell you the identity of the guy who intervened in your timeline. You’ll have to figure it out yourself.]

Nyarlathotep, who doesn’t know whether he doesn’t know what I’m thinking or ignores, starts chatting.

[God of the Ball: Currently, only me and Cthulhu know about this fact.]

Nyarlathotep and Cthulhu.

If you remove these two from suspicion…

Ktugawa and Yog-Sothoth.

[God of Gongdori: And if I give you a hint, it’s not Ctuga.]

‘…What is it?’

At the level of being openly fed.

Couldn’t it be that you can’t just mention it directly and say it subtly like that?

Surprised, I finally said that Ctuga was excluded from the suspect list.

“Then…You’re Sothoth…?”

Yog-Sothoth.

A god higher than Nyarlathotep and who came home with Nyarlathotep.

A gamechin who helped me a lot in solving my case and became close to me over the past time.

Those memories are all fake?

“…”

I was prepared…But it was still shocking.

I feel as if it happened yesterday, but in reality it never happened.

[The One Without Beginning or End (S)

You can’t start, you can’t see the end.

It only stops midway.]

A skill that Yog-Sothoth gave me.

It has an incomprehensible skill description, but the effect was simple.

‘Immortality.’

I can’t start a wound, I can’t end a death.

Only being trapped in the middle of life was allowed.

It’s not an attack skill, but it was a bug-level skill.

I couldn’t die no matter how much damage I received, it was like playing the game with an invincibility cheat.

To be honest, I’ve benefited a lot from this so far.

I’ve never directly died, but I’ve been recovering from wounds, so I’ve never suffered damage before.

The girl who gave me this skill without hesitation is a fake.

Does this make sense…

“What are you looking at?”

“Ah, poetry, never mind.”

I spoke while covering the screen from Yog Sotos, who was trying to look at my phone while crossing his arms around me.

‘Damn it.’

As expected, wasn’t Yog-Sothoth brought along?

I was just going to go for a walk, but Yog Sotos insisted on going with me, so I brought him… After all, it wasn’t for an important conversation like this.

“Let’s go in now.”

My home internet was also fixed, so I didn’t have to be here anymore.

With the rations I turned from them on my shoulder, I told Yog-Sothoth to go back.

“Pick me up.”

But she didn’t move the slightest, just stretched her arms out.

“… Put it on.”

In the end, I sat down with a bag of food in front of me and gestured with my hands behind my back.

“hehehe.”

Yog-Sothoth smiled expressionlessly and piggybacked on me.

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The feel of my voluptuous breasts on my back and the touch of my hips on my hands disturbed my mind, but there was no problem.

“…Let’s go in.”

So I started going back home.

Diring!

[God of Gongdori: sh*t! Caught! Hurry up and run away!]

Not seeing Nyarlathotep’s text.

* * *

As I pressed the door lock and entered the house, the smell of delicious food wafted in.

‘Today’s food.’

The unique scent of western food filled the house.

“Ahhh~.”

At the table, there was Ktuga who didn’t even need to eat, but Iris who ate as hard as she could to survive.

“Moya.”

And on Iris’s lap, there was an example where she looked at the food curiously.

“Eat~.”

“Momma…Aang…”

She was cutting up food so that Yehwa could eat it.

‘This memory is real.’

No matter how much you think about it, there can be no way that those memories are fake.

Anyway, it seemed like adding the existence of ‘Yog-Sothoth’ to what actually happened.

Would you notice if there was a bunch of rubbish mobs playing a matchless game? I guess it’s like the original.

“Hey.”

When Yog Sotos arrived home, he rubbed his body against my back and got off at the piggyback bar.

Turb, tumble.

Then I went into my room and shut the door.

“…Nyarlathotep.”

When I saw her go into her room, I turned her head and looked at Nyarlathotep.

Now then.

“…”

Nyarlathotep was on his cell phone with a serious expression on his face as if the world was about to collapse.

“Nyarlathotep…?”

“Be natural for the time being. No reasoning, no action.”

There was nothing different about her behavior than usual, except that her expression was pale.

It’s as if he’s forced to act calm.

And then I realized.

‘f*ck, I got caught!’

Yog-Sothoth has discovered our actions.

But I wasn’t completely caught out.

He seemed to know nothing else but that we had a secret conversation.

‘Let’s keep quiet for the time being.’

I swallowed dryly at her fear and pretended to be calm and went to sit next to Nyarlathotep.