Dagon, whose image is a mermaid, or half-man, half-fish.

It was the ancient Semitic god of farming, the fertility god of Mesopotamia, and was worshipped by the Philistines.

Because of its pagan worship, in Milton's Paradise Lost, the ancient deity is depicted as an archdemon who dwells beneath the depths of the sea.

But Amy Ulysses knew very well that this Dagon was not the other Dagon.

Although it also appears in the form of a half-human, half-fish, it ...... It was not the god of the sea who had transitioned from the god of fertility who wreaked havoc in the city of Hemtika, but a more chaotic, more crazy, more tyrannical and more evil being.

Dagon –

It's called that again.

It is the god of the Father worshipped by the deep divers, and it is the subordinate god of Cthulhu, some say that it is the lower old ruler, and some say that it is just a gigantic, extremely old deep diver.

It's just that...... Regardless of what its true body was, the black-haired and black-eyed teenager was not interested in finding out about it right now.

His mind wasn't even on Hemtika.

As if stimulated by the appearance of Dagon, the door to memory that had been sealed for a long time opened a corner of the crack.

Then......

Forbidden knowledge that was not written on paper flowed out of it.

- Al Azif

Malevolent knowledge flowed into the caverns of the soul in a frenzied wail, and the young Glory-Honored One seemed to be pulled out of the continuous space-time and placed in the dark cavern of all infinity, with the frantically beating drums in his ears, and the disgusting, monotonous timbre of the flutes, and the incessant howls of the aimless, foolish, blind gods of the gods—some unspeakable and terrible being in the midst of the utter chaos, never satisfying to bite at something in absolute emptiness.

Tremor, tremor, tremor –

The body trembled completely uncontrollably, and the soul could not help but let out a painful tremble.

For the first time, Amy Ulysses recognizes her own shallowness, ignorance, and insignificance, but not despair.

Why despair?

You should be happy for something unknown that exists outside of human reason.

This is destruction, this is death, this is terror -

However, it is also hopeful.

An illusory smile appeared on the boy's face, which could barely be called delicate or heroic, and he hesitated forward amid the endless clamor of madness.

Not enough, not enough, still not enough.

The spirit was dragged down, the will was close to collapse, and it stands to reason that he should have fallen into this infinitely extended dark cavern, losing his mind, his soul, and his own existence, leaving only a stupid, blind, empty form, wandering aimlessly and wandering in the darkness, until everything in the world was eaten up by the nameless and terrible existence that lurked in the darkness and chaos, and became the food for its growth.

But this terrible thing didn't happen in the end.

Amy, exhausted, finally reached the end of infinity, and glimpsed the truth in the hole.

- The world is spinning.

The world was turned upside down in an instant, the heavens and the earth were overturned, and the cosmic galaxy flowed backwards.

In the midst of the incredible aberration, his consciousness was drowsy.

As the music of drums, flutes, and the wails of the old gods faded away, the boy who had emerged from the dark cavern finally regained consciousness and opened his eyes in an absolute void devoid of gravity and all physical properties.

What catches your eye is a starry sparkle.

Of course, the so-called "starlight" is not really a star, its wonder and magnificence are above the stars.

That's the world.

The infinite, unspeakable, and infinitely numerous.

Some are the starry galaxy universe, some are the Pangea continent with the sky round, some are a dream born inadvertently from the three-eyed eyes, some are the golden sand dunes built up in the primordial sea, some are the mysterious kingdoms that are like the trees that are solid, and some are the vast world that is humped up by the giant elephant dragon tortoise—a world of all kinds of strange things, and so on, countless creatures rise up in Yan, and they perish, and endless civilizations flourish here, and they are coming to the end of their destiny.

Even above it is the ancient light that transcends dimensions.

Underneath it was the pitch-black mire that engulfed most of his body.

- The Abyss.

The destination of all worlds, the bottomless abyss.

It or He, is called so.

As if an invisible hand had turned the flow of time faster, worlds more magnificent than the stars fell from their positions like birds that had lost their wings, into the dark mire, into eternal darkness, devoured by the indescribable things that existed in them, and the gods who were once supreme and rulers of all beings sank into filth, reduced to gods of despair and madness who could not look directly at them.

And in the endless bottomless abyss, not a single drop of water was splashed.

Some are just never-ending crazy movements.

"Where the hell is this?" Amy Ulysses looked around at the empty absolute void, there was no anxiety or restlessness in her eyes, calm as a breeze blowing a clear spring, "What do you want to tell me?"

Of course, no one answered.

"This is the real world," only the young Glory Man said to himself, "the real world." ”

Not the reality of the world, but the reality of the world.

The history of the Realm of Order only goes back 3,000 years—

In the first millennium, the glory of the ancestors' creation has dimmed.

In the second millennium, even the glory of kings was lost.

In the third millennium, the world lost its light.

In the field of historiography, the lack of historical records, the era in which the ancestors were active is called the pre-ancient era, and everything about that era seems to be shrouded in the fog of namelessness, and only some half-truths and half-truths, ethereal legends circulate - the academic community has debated this for thousands of years, and neither the skepticism nor the archaeological school can come up with convincing evidence, and all that can be determined is ...... The ancestors were not the aborigines of darkness and chaos.

They came out of the light—

The sword cuts through the darkness, and the flames light the way.

They fought against the old rulers who flowed from the great sources of chaos, the desperate and crazy ancient gods, the dependents who followed the footsteps of the past, the beasts of chaos manifested in the mortal world—countless enemies poured in, mighty, weird, and crazy, but there were no cowards among them.

No one knows how long the war lasted or how the ancestors won the war.

It is only known that when the old rulers who flowed out of the great source of chaos were suppressed under the four cities as pillars, the territory of order was ploughed, and the blind and foolish dark chaos could only stop outside the Great Wall of Eternal Night in the end.

This is the truth that circulates among the Glorious and the creation myth of this world.

If the unscrupulous creation legend he sees today, and what the Glory-Bearers know, is not false, then it is easy to connect them.

Here, this realm of order is located under the endless abyss that can plunge the supreme gods into madness, and the ancestors who created order and formulated the laws here obviously have the authority and power above the gods that surround the world, so they are either the strongest of the entire Endless Void or from the ancient light that transcends this dimension and looks down on the rise and fall of the world.

What are they here for?

Is it intended to erase this abyss, which will engulf everything sooner or later, like a cancer, or is there something else planned?

Everything has a purpose and a cause.

Individuals may do things that are not motivated out of interest, but collectives don't.

The ancestors who descended into the darkness and chaos must have a purpose, otherwise, who will have nothing to do to the bottomless abyss where even the world and the gods will be swallowed up.

Come to the bath?

Moreover, if Ignati's guess is true, the fate of the ancestors will not be good.

They—

At least the vast majority of the ancestors are dead, leaving nothing but the fire that has flickered in the dark millennia.

There are also dark millennia......

The prophecy written on the title page of Hammurabi's Holy Law is also not known to be true or false.

Amy Ulysses pursed her lips, and the more she thought about it, the more she perceived the existence of the conspiracy, and the more she felt that her mind was like being played with by a cat with balls of yarn, and her head was full of mush.

I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out—

What is even more puzzling is what role he plays or is expected to play in it.

He must have been born with some kind of mission.

Long ago, the young Glory Man was faintly aware of it.

It was only recently that he was sure of this.

- Find the door.

But how does he find the door, what does he do when he finds it, and what changes will it cause?

He didn't know anything.

Linked to the serious illness that caused him to lose part of his memory a few years ago, it is full of suspicious traces in retrospect - could it be a small trick played within the rules of the game by the existence of the chess players behind him?

If he had, he would be pathetic.

No, it should be said that whether it is or not, it is quite a sad thing to be reduced to a pawn.

The black-haired and black-eyed boy thought and clenched his fist gently.

There's no need to say too much.

The so-called determination is not an empty slogan.

It's action.

He had to do something.

wants to choke fate by the throat and tear off the puppet silk thread that the people behind the curtain are wrapped around him-

At the very least, he must become the chosen one who has stepped into the realm of the gods in half a step!

But...... What to do?

Slightly drooping his eyes, the probability of the Chosen One's awakening is not high, and he lacks the method of tempering his bloodline, and the probability of further progress is even more minimal.

But if you want to give up because of this?

Sorry, he can't.

The fist clenched unconsciously, and then released.

The vastness of the world shattered into millions of pieces like a mirror at this moment, and the young glorious man naturally opened his eyes, and what greeted him was ...... A little girl with black hair and black eyes?

"Jiasu?" raised his eyebrows, and after whispering the other party's name, he looked around, and his right hand unconsciously touched the short sword pinned to his waist, "What about them?"

They were referring to Joshua's company.

"Who knows?" said a playful smile on the face of the girl who had met once, "maybe she's gone, or maybe she's still looking for you." ”

"Looking for me?" Amy was slightly stunned, then roughly guessed the reason, so she sighed softly, "At least say hello first." ”

"No, must, must-" Jiasu said word by word, and shook his head, "I only want to see you - I am also a person of respectable status, but not just two cats and dogs." ”

"And who are you," after meeting Pandora, the boy did not dare to take the little girl lightly, even if the other party did not show any malice.

"Guess?"

The petite girl blinked, and then spread her hand: "Although I guessed correctly, there is no candy to eat." ”

"So," Amy Ulysses paused, "your purpose?"

"As a great sage who is hidden in the world, it is natural to issue a task to the brave," she approached the young man quite familiarly, stepped on the ruins of the house next to her, stood on tiptoe, patted him on the shoulder very generously, and deliberately made a rough sound similar to that of an old man, "Na-"

"Boy, are you interested in saving the world? ”

The last "ah", I didn't hold my breath for a moment, and laughed.