Chapter 1680

When Harley slashed backward violently and forcefully, she found that there was nothing there.

But the three people present heard that sentence, mixed with the biting cold, looming behind the flute sound in the extreme north. Until it dissipated, the dark clouds hovering over the Himalayas finally dissipated, and what was revealed was a deeper, beautiful and terrifying starry sky.

"I heard..." Little Bruce walked to the door barefoot, then pushed open the window in the corridor, and shouted to the empty valley: "I saw you, I know your name, respond to my call, from that huge dark room, from your ebony palace..."

The next second, little Bruce felt himself thrown to the ground, the world spinning. Barry was pulling his shoulders tightly. Harley stood beside him with a blank face. Barry kept shaking his body with his hands and said, "Wake up quickly! Bruce! You almost jumped off the window in the corridor just now! What on earth is wrong with you?"

"He was bewitched." Harley's cold voice came, followed by a light sigh. He said, "Just like those students who launched attacks in the school, he was bewitched by the monster just now."

"He is not a monster." Little Bruce lying on the floor looked at the ceiling with some confusion in his eyes and said, "He is a priest dancing and singing outside the dark giant room, blind, dumb, idiotic..."

"Dark giant room?" Barry keenly captured a vocabulary, and then he suddenly opened his eyes and mouth in shock, raised his tone and said, "'The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, enemies of the heir, beware!'???"

He widened his eyes and looked at little Bruce Wei En, while Harley held the paper in her hand, and she said silently in her heart: "So that's why you let me write that sentence on the wall? Who on earth lives in that so-called Chamber of Secrets accompanied by flute shrieks and drum rumbles, with countless gods' souls dancing around?"

The gray vortex let out a sigh.

"Answer me." Harley repeated.

"Truth requires a price."

"What do you want?"

"Your friend Bruce Wei En responded to the call of the stars: Nyarlathotep, one of the three pillar gods, left an Elder Sign on him, allowing him to get a glimpse of a corner of that mysterious palace. You must defeat him and send this terrifying Outer God back to his palace."

"Who is Nyarlathotep?"

"Go back and get your book, it has all the secrets about him... about us."

Nyarlathotep's figure did not appear on the screen, but from little Bruce's behavior and language, everyone could see that some mysterious existence influenced him.

The text on the "Necronomicon" and the words interpreted by Schiller in the dean's office appeared almost at the same time.

"In the depths of the stars, there is a group of mysterious existences. People call them Outer Gods, but they call themselves Other Gods. They sing and dance around a huge dark room, accompanied by flutes and drums. Everything is frantic and euphoric. For humans, there are countless unknowable terrors..."

"Nyarlathotep, the chaos in the 'Mist of Nameless' and 'Chaos'. He lives in the ebony palace in the extreme north, with flute players playing music for him behind him. He is almost the only rational one among the Outer Gods who can be understood by humans, and he is also almost the most purposeful one among all blind and idiotic gods. He is more like a devil who lures people to fall in human mythology..."

"No wonder." Zatanna touched her chin and said, "Just like you said, the attackers of the campus attack case are purposeful. They are not completely crazy, their brains are not confused at all, and they can even rationally control magic. They are highly likely to be blinded, targetedly blinded."

"We were also blinded by him." Bruce shook his head gently and said, "Remember the tentacles behind Jennifer Marvey? Everything is related to cognition. I think this is the characteristic of this god system."

"If you could be this sharp in psychology, your professor would be very happy." Schiller revealed a smile and said, "But what you said is right. Human cognition of them is the greatest influence they impose on humans."

"Once humans really recognize them, they will inevitably be affected by them. Most Outer Gods are not interested in whether humans recognize them, just like the stars hanging in the sky. Whether humans look at them or not, they will exist forever."

"But Nyarlathotep is an exception. He likes to consciously disguise himself, and then let humans recognize one side of him inadvertently, and humans will be bewitched by him and do things for him."

"Does he need human faith?"

"Not at all." Schiller shook his head and said, "But you have to understand, not everyone needs feedback to do things. Some people just want to watch the world burn."

In an instant, everyone's eyes were tightly fixed on Schiller.

But Schiller obviously had no shame at all, but enjoyed this gaze. He opened his arms and said like an artist introducing his artwork: "Making the world crazy for it, making all tragic art focus on it, and burning more vigorously because of your existence, is an indescribable supreme happiness."

"For Nyarlathotep, he can do more. He ignites his own flame belonging to tragic art in every race with reason and wisdom, making them burn more vigorously."

"But what he does is not noble." Pamela said with her arms crossed, quite dissatisfied, "Distorting students' cognition and letting them fall into madness to attack others, what kind of art is this? It's simply buying the box and returning the pearl!"

"Then what do you think should be done? Miss Pamela?" Schiller was not angry at all because his narrative was interrupted. He just narrowed his eyes and smiled, looking at Pamela curiously and asking.

"He should look for those students who really have stories. I can tell that many of them experienced tragedies beyond ordinary people's imagination before they really embarked on this pilgrimage."

Pamela's tone gradually deepened. Her eyes indicated that she seemed to have entered another world. She said, "They gained their obsession in these tragic stories, which led to no cognitive distortion at all. As long as they are slightly guided, the obsession will become the most ideal firewood for the flame of madness."

Harley's notes quickly appeared on the second page of the "Necronomicon", right below Nyarlathotep's information. She wrote quickly with gorgeous notes.

"The poor will obtain wealth at any cost, the lonely will dedicate everything to seek companionship, the lost will ignore all laws to get it back, and the redundant will throw it away even if they are at a dead end—this is the best way to make people fall into madness. It has nothing to do with greatness, no magic is needed. The madness that can make people obtain is the best madness."

"Then prove yourself to him, I will watch you.

"That's enough."

Harley finished drawing the tail of the last word. She put down the pen and closed the book without hesitation. Helen was standing behind her.

"You opened it."

"More than that."

When Harley turned around, gray-blue intertwined tentacles crawled out from the dark pupils in the center of her brown eyes.

"I contracted him, not just him, but them."

"You are simply crazy! Harley Quinzel!" Helen walked up and looked into Harley's eyes and said, "Do you know what you are doing? That is a mysterious existence that even Ancient One might not be able to deal with, and you... you actually reached a contract with Chthon. He is not a good person either!"

"He is trash."

Helen was speechless. She took a deep breath, put her hands on her hips, and dropped her gaze to the book at Harley's hand. She ran to the table and then said, "Okay, since that's the case, tell me what is going on with this book, and what this has to do with the campus attack case..."

This time, it was Barry's turn to dream.

In the dream, he saw many bubbles. Some consciousness was telling him that it was one universe after another, but they were breaking one after another because of countless time retrospections and space shuttles.

"Can you feel this great power?" A voice asked.

"I only feel you are cruel." Barry replied instinctively.

"That's not cruelty. The power contributed by me in countless universes makes me able to do greater things. You should join me too."

"You are mistaken, I don't even know who you are."

"But you have a talent."

"I am just an ordinary person."

"The kind that traveled through the universe?"

The dream scene reversed instantly. Barry found himself in the vast starry sky, and under his feet was... a book.

A huge book floated in the starry sky, becoming a solid ground. Many mysterious characters were written on the pages, but Barry couldn't see any of them clearly. He only knew that this giant book exuding evil red light was the only foundation supporting him from falling.

"Clatter."

An exquisite afternoon tea round table, two Victorian-style single sofas, a set of exquisite white porcelain tea sets, and hot tea fell one after another in the center of the pages. Barry found himself sitting on a chair, and the chair opposite turned around. Barry let out an exclamation.

"Professor Strange?!"

"Oh? You have already seen me in that universe? Under what circumstances? In that ridiculous magic academy?" Another Strange with slightly gray-white skin revealed a sneer and asked.

Barry pressed himself tightly against the back of the soft leather chair. He swallowed and said, "You are not Professor Strange! Who are you? What are you doing bringing me here?"

"Don't be nervous, child, this is just your dream, and I just happened to sleepwalk here."

"Happened to?!"

"Well, it's not that coincidental." This strange Strange picked up the teapot to pour himself a cup of hot tea, and then picked up the teacup with his fingers and took a sip of tea, and said, "Your universe is a bit strange, almost reaching the edge of my sleepwalking. This means you must be very far away, but perhaps it also means that there is more huge power hidden here. Are you willing to bring me this secret?"

"Do I look like I am willing?!"

Barry seemed to explode suddenly. He straightened his back and roared at Strange opposite like an angry lion: "I just took the admission notice to go to school. I thought I would meet kind teachers and classmates, learn the knowledge I need in the future, or even experience the mystery of magic!"

"But what am I doing now?! I am in a room at an altitude of 6,000 meters listening to a madman muttering nonsense about the dark giant room! People in the school are constantly being attacked, and it seems that the two people I know are planning to duel in the competition!"

Barry grabbed his hair and said in a breakdown.

"And are you going to tell me now that you want to sign a contract with me, and then let me kill them all?!"

"Uh, I..."

"OK, I am willing! Sign!"