The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3242: The Shadow of Faraines (End)

Chapter 3242: The Shadow of Faraines (End)

The novel had already been written to the end, with only half a page of blank paper left, but for some reason another stack of paper appeared at the back, and words began to appear very quickly.

The first few words are in beautiful cursive script, and you can see traces of handwriting, but the font spacing is very particular. The following words were still in cursive script at the beginning, but later on they were completely free, without paying attention to line spacing and character spacing, and were written faster and faster.

Later, some words representing shock were capitalized, and as if to emphasize the shock, the capital letters were written larger and heavily outlined several times.

The whole article is filled with descriptions of various fights.

First, the Joker and Batman fought against the Deep One, and then Batman awakened the ancient soul of the lighthouse and drove the lighthouse into Dagon, the fish god, and killed him. Batman transformed Dagon's body into a mechanical monster and fought against Ibbo-Ztel.

Seeing that he was defeated, the Joker summoned his own army of clones, but at this time, the army of the church also entered the scene. They took out the evil bone dragons they had bred underground in the holy city, and started a desperate battle with Batman's lighthouse monster, the mechanical fish god and the Joker's army.

Nyarlathotep was numb.

This can't be blamed on his poor psychological endurance. This thing makes anyone numb when they see it.

The narrative of American comics is already very confusing, and the novel version is even more heavyweight. It is three times more long-winded than the storytelling version of the Avengers fighting the airport, and more repetitive than the crosstalk version of Doctor Strange fighting Dormammu.

The handwriting was written quickly, and in just over ten minutes, the stack of paper at the back was filled up again. Now Batman and the Joker have fought on the back of the moon, but they are also ready to break up happily. Fortunately, Batman had anticipated it...

"Who wrote this? Who wrote this?" Naya's tone finally showed a slight fluctuation, and he said: "Constantine!!!"

"Stop yelling," Schiller said. "He probably doesn't have time to respond to you now."

"Someone is calling me." A voice came from the bedroom. Under the light of the desk lamp, Constantine, who was wearing pajamas, with messy hair and a beard on his face, was tied up with ropes and thrown in the corner.

Greed, who was sitting on his bed, yawned and said, "Your hallucination, no one called you."

Constantine opened his mouth and said, "He sounds angry. What on earth did you write on that?"

"I didn't write that," Greedy shrugged.

Then he stood up and walked behind the chair in front of the desk and leaned over it and said, "What's up, old sport? Where's the plot going?"

Sitting on the chair was a thin figure wearing a black tight leather jacket, with long spikes around his eyes and a big grinning mouth underneath. He was writing hard at the table.

"It's almost done." He said, "The Joker and Batman have broken up. They are going to the court among the stars to seek justice for themselves. In addition to Cthulhu, the jury members also include... uh..."

"This is the list of the Outer Gods." Greedy handed him a piece of paper, on which were written almost all the Outer Gods with names, including Shub-Niggurath, Yog-Sothoth, Abhoth, Hegiroth, etc.

"Yes, that's right, it's them." The figure who was writing furiously began to copy frantically again. He said, "Only with such a lineup can we become the Star Court. This is a new setting of mine, but there must be a boss among them..."

"Azathoth. The eldest's name is Azathoth," Greedy replied, and told him the spelling very carefully.

"Great, I like this name! I will design him to be the creator of billions of multiverses, the supreme predictor, the founder and manager of the Star Court... and then when I appear, I can kill him!"

"Constantine!!!!"

Roaring sounded outside the window. Constantine broke free from the rope, scratched his ears and said, "Stop shouting, I heard it. Look at the current situation. Is there anything I can do?"

A tall dark figure stood outside the window and said, "What are you doing?! What kind of shit are you writing?! Stop it now!!"

"Open your eyes and look at this. It's obvious that I didn't write this," Constantine said. "I wouldn't write about the Joker flirting with Batman."

The tall black shadow was about to lower his head to take a look inside the house, but when he saw the bloody mouth, he was stunned.

And when he saw what he had written, he exploded.

"Stop! Stop now! Stop writing! What is the Star Court? What is the King of Billions of Stars? The God of Creation and the Multiverse???"

"Don't listen to him." Greed said from behind his chair, "You wrote it very well. This script is wonderful."

"Have I told you before? The book in your hand is a magical artifact. If you write here, all the contents related to it will be changed, even if the novel has already been printed and published. And as far as I know, someone is going to publish this novel on a large scale."

"Really? Worldwide publication?"

"Yes, he will do his best to have this book published on Earth in a certain universe. This is all thanks to an Outer God named Nyarlathotep. He has appeared before, so you can give him more roles later."

"How about letting him be captured by Batman? I just wanted to write a twist where Batman absorbs the power of an Outer God and then beats up those people in the Tribunal!"

"Great! Do you know? This Outer God is called the Crawling Chaos, and some people call him the God of Deception. This is because he has many clones. Let me introduce you to a few interesting ones..."

“Greed…Greed!!!”

"Why are you calling me?" Greedy pouted and said, "If I were you, I would keep an eye on the publication of this book. This is a great opportunity to become famous!"

The tall black shadow outside the window froze for a moment, as if thinking of something horrible, and then disappeared in a flash.

On the highway in Faraines, Bruce held the steering wheel with one hand and placed his other hand outside the car window. Schiller, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was holding a map with a route marked on it with a pen. A name was circled at the end point - "Miskatonic University".

"Hey, have you read it? The latest novel, the one that's super popular, what's it called?"

A student in a robe hurriedly caught up with the student in front of him and asked with his hand on his shoulder.

"'The Shadow of Faraines'? They said the first volume was really good, and some people even said that the things in it were all true."

"You heard about it too? My father told me that things are in chaos in the Holy City now. They demanded that this book be banned, fearing that it would reveal more secrets of the church."

"The more they say this, the more it proves that what the book says is true. I never thought that those weird things were made by people from the church. Last time they even sent people to teach us."

"Come on, they don't understand those things. Besides, they are almost finished now. I heard that the Pope's guards were disbanded. And the owner of the bankrupt Siltec Medical Company died of wound infection because he couldn't pay the medical bills and had no insurance to compensate."

"They deserved it. The church may not be a good group, but the Siltec Medical Insurance Company is even worse!"

At this time, another person caught up with them and said, "The second volume of The Shadow of Faraines has been published. The publisher's bookseller has set up a small stall at the school gate. Don't you want to go and take a look?"

"Really? It's out so soon?"

"Yes, I heard that this volume has more than 200 million words. I can finally read it to my heart's content. Come on, let's go and take a look together."

Several people walked quickly towards the school gate, and saw that the bookstall was crowded with people. The students standing in the front were looking at the piles of new books curiously.

"Give me a copy." The girl at the front turned around proudly and said, "I'm a fan of Mr. V. I'm going to Sigeltek to attend his fan meeting next week. I heard he's very handsome. I'll bring you photos when I come back."

"I want two. I want two. The book is so thick this time. It must be very exciting! Please open one for me so I can take a look first!"

"Give me one too and help me open it, thank you."

Book after book was handed to the students. Some of the impatient ones couldn't wait to open the books and read them right on the spot.

But after watching it for a while, they looked confused and asked, "Are you sure this is 'The Shadow of Faraines'? Who is Batman? Who is the Joker? Why are they suddenly fighting?"

"Oh my god, why is the punctuation of this sentence wrong? And the spelling of this word seems to be wrong too. Why is the quality so bad this time?"

"Why are there so many capital letters? My eyes hurt!"

The girl who wrote the first article was also very dissatisfied. She said, "This is not Mr. V's writing style at all. He would never use such simple words. Is it possible that someone else will write the second volume? I tell you, I don't buy it!"

"Yeah, yeah, it's so badly written, it totally ruins the reputation! Give me back! I won't buy it!"

"Don't be anxious, everyone." A figure walked over here. The girl turned her head and saw the pair of clear blue eyes. She immediately smiled and said, "Senior Matthew, why are you here? Professor Weiss was very happy to hear that you are back to study for a master's degree."

"Yes, I'm going to meet him soon. Everyone should not crowd here. There are too many people at the school gate, which is a safety hazard. If you have anything to say, go to the publishing house to discuss it."

After the crowd dispersed, the student called Matthew turned around and walked towards the department. On the way, he was stopped by an acquaintance who said, "Matthew, you just came back and you may not know that the professor who teaches undergraduate psychology has been replaced."

"what happened?"

The man lowered his voice and said, "I heard that the new professor used to be a member of the Pope's Guard. Do you think he knows about the church?"

"Who knows, maybe he'd be willing to talk to us."

"Then let's go and listen together. I've been curious about it for a long time, and I don't know if what's said in the novel is true. Oh, by the way, the hero in the first volume has the same name as you."

"Maybe it's just a coincidence." Matthew said with a smile.

The two walked into the classroom together and sat in the last row. At the front of the classroom, the slightly dull footsteps of leather shoes stopped outside the door.

A professor in a robe walked in.

"Hello everyone, I'm the new psychology professor, you can call me Rodolph."

"What?! Your name is Rodolfo, and you are a member of the Pope's Guard?! Are you the hero in that novel?"

"What novel?"

"The Shadow of Faraines!"

“I did go to Faraines.”

As soon as these words came out, the classroom was in an uproar, and students asked one after another: "Professor, what happened at that time? Who is the cultist between you and Matthew?"

"Yeah, who is the good guy between you two? I've been thinking about it for several sleepless nights!"

The man standing in front of the podium smiled. He exchanged glances with a figure sitting at the back of the classroom, and then said, "Maybe we are all good people, or... we are all bad people?"

The man's hand brushed across his collar. The school emblem made up of books and runes reflected the light, and on the cross worn inside the collar there was no suffering Jesus, only a few winding tentacles.

"Jingle Bell."

"Attend class."

Hahaha, Naiya is in bad luck