Chapter 3229

Shiler regretted it. He really shouldn't have looked.

Before, Nyar kept hinting that he should look at this novel, and he felt something was wrong, but at that time he thought Nyar had done something to this book, and looking at it would drain his mental health value or something.

At that time, Shiler felt that Nyar shouldn't use such inferior means. Just like Constantine said, every time Nyar played with humans, he followed a subtle echo law, full of black humor.

He rarely directly stuffed a bunch of knowledge like other Outer Gods, blowing people's brains up. The only clone that would attack indiscriminately, Nightgaunt, had very harsh summoning conditions. Not to mention how difficult it was to find the Shining Trapezohedron, how many places in this world could be found without any light at all?

This proved that Nyar wasn't a physical damage player at all. What he was best at was mental attacks.

Very good, he succeeded, Shiler thought. He successfully attacked himself with this piece of junk written by Constantine.

Who can tell him! Why is it Bruce again! Why is it teacher and student again! Why is it this kind of mutual torture drama again!

Shiler really wanted to grab Constantine by the collar and ask him if he was sober.

But thinking carefully, Constantine definitely didn't know that Arrogance would pull himself over halfway. He estimated that he thought the last ones to see this novel were Bruce and Arrogance, so he didn't hold back at all when compiling this kind of story, mainly focusing on revealing black history in a two-birds-with-one-stone way.

But sorry, the investigator can fight Congress and walk the grassroots, but he really can't eat the bitterness of being Bruce's teacher.

The investigator slipped away.

Shiler's expression was dull for a moment. When his consciousness returned, he gently raised his eyelids to look at the situation around him. After all, he was still discussing the game's plot with Batman in the last second, and came to another room in the next second. He needed some time to adapt.

He raised his eyes and saw Bruce's blue eyes.

Bruce also saw him, and the moment he saw him, he realized, it's broken.

Bruce walked out from behind the wheelchair the Pope was sitting on without moving, sat down at the table, and pretended to reach out to take the book in front of Shiler unintentionally.

Just as his fingertips touched the cover, another hand pressed on the book.

Arrogance lowered his eyes, looked at the gold-stamped text on the cover, and said, "I was just discussing with someone how the cultist-like behavior mixed in the monster events came about. We think the Pope should have been deceived, but the one who deceived him might not be those unspeakable existences, or rather, not just them."

"Yeah," Bruce withdrew his hand unintentionally and said, "The Blind Idiot God rarely responds to believers' requests, but some of them will indeed pay attention to humans. Communicating with these existences isn't complicated, just recite a spell."

"It seems you have studied this quite a bit." Shiler glanced at the Pope. When his line of sight shifted, Bruce wanted to reach out again, but Shiler quickly picked up the novel.

"I accidentally got this novel, but found that the things recorded in it seem to be related to us. Do you know this author named Constantine?"

"No, I don't know him," Bruce had to say.

"Then it looks like he might have learned about what happened here through some mysterious power. When I looked at this novel last time, his story was only half written. I think it's time to see what the ending is."

"Perhaps that's just his gibberish," Bruce said. "Dream talk written by a high junkie, really don't have to take it seriously."

Shiler frowned slightly and said, "Is that so? I thought you would rate this novel highly."

"Uh, my literary appreciation level is very average."

"Then don't rush," Shiler also walked to the opposite side of the table, sat down, opened the book and said, "Let me see what kind of period this crazy author wants to draw for our story."

"It's over, it's over, it's over!!!" Bruce shouted in his heart: "Nyar! Nyar!! This is Arrogance, right?! Didn't you say I could add some plots to it?! What should I do now!!"

"You are willing to pay for the publication of this novel, so I will naturally provide you with the right to modify the plot, but I didn't ask you to fake your academic qualifications." The smile in Nyar's tone was about to overflow.

"You did it on purpose!" Bruce shouted: "You bastard, you deliberately mentioned Miskatonic University in front of me! This is inducement!"

"No, no, no, I think you misunderstood. I mentioned this university to every player who contacted me. I asked the God of Stories to help me build the Massachusetts map. If you drive there now, you can indeed enter this university. This is not empty talk to deceive people."

"You..."

Bruce hammered the table in his heart and then said: "Then why did Arrogance come back?!"

"Can I stop him?"

"You damn liar!" Bruce took a deep breath and said: "You knew it would be like this! And you're still laughing!"

Nyar was indeed laughing very happily. This was the most wonderful scheme he had thought of recently. After a long layout and waiting, he could finally harvest.

And Shiler had already turned to the end.

His gaze paused instantly on a few lines of text.

"Double degree in psychology and sociology from Miskatonic University?" He repeated the content and then said: "Excellent graduate who obtained the degree in the shortest time in history?"

Shiler looked up at Bruce.

"You listen to me, I can explain, this can't be blamed on me, it was Nyarlathotep who came to me and said..."

"He came to me actively," a dry and hoarse voice appeared in the room. Shiler followed the source of the voice and saw the mouth of a face on the Pope's head opening and closing.

"Matthew summoned me. He proposed to make a deal with me. If I could give him forbidden knowledge and let him use this knowledge to successfully graduate from Miskatonic University, he would spread this knowledge through novels, making my name known to more people."

Bruce turned his head and glared at the Pope and said: "Clearly it was you..."

"I have a receipt."

The Pope had already become like that, and he could actually lift his arm and touch a slip of paper from somewhere unknown.

Shiler stood up, picked up the slip of paper and looked at it. It was a very standard duplicate cash receipt. The one in the Pope's hand was a carbon paper version, which read "Received the first printing fee of the novel, fifty thousand dollars."

Bruce was shocked. He stood up and roared at the Pope: "Nyarlathotep, do you still remember that you are an Outer God? What is a receipt???"

"There are signatures of both of us on it," the Pope continued.

Shiler looked down and saw that there were indeed two signatures at the bottom of the receipt, one was Matthew, and the other was Nyarlathotep.

Bruce was about to say something, Nyarlathotep continued: "He has receipts for all his sacrifices to me."

After saying that, a pile of parchment fell from the sky. Shiler picked one up and looked at it. Besides those interpreted texts and symbols, there were the names of Nyarlathotep and Matthew.

"The novel I gave you, you should have sent it to Old Siltek, right?" The dry voice continued: "He suffered heavy losses from the church and has the opportunity to smear the church and reveal the truth. He will never let it go. The novel might be published soon."

Bruce opened his mouth and said: "Yes, so what? Isn't this doing a good deed?"

"Is announcing your fake academic qualifications to the world also considered doing a good deed?"

"Nyar, what's wrong with you? Do you still remember who you are on the side of?!" Bruce said somewhat angrily: "You are the Outer God I summoned, I am the believer who summoned you, and he is the spoiler who came to destroy our plan! You complain to him, is this appropriate?!"

"So you graduated from Miskatonic University relying on the forbidden knowledge given to you by the Outer God you summoned?" Shiler asked.

"He didn't graduate. He didn't graduate, so it doesn't count as faking academic qualifications," the Pope said: "He just wrote his academic qualifications into this novel. After the novel is published, everyone will know that he is a genius who was wronged, so he can successfully take over the remaining forces of the church."

Shiler frowned and looked at the end of the novel.

"... Through a confrontation, Matthew finally realized that his teacher Lodov was not wronged. When he was expelled from the church, it was because he summoned an evil god.

Matthew felt that the studies he conducted at Miskatonic University were not in vain. He recognized that blasphemous symbol. This was the most powerful evidence. Although he didn't want to believe it, he had to admit that his teacher had become a puppet of an evil god..."

Shiler thought for a moment and commented: "Not bad reversal."

Almost all the previous content was narrated from Lodov's perspective. Even in Lodov's perspective, Matthew was always researching forbidden knowledge and even found spells to sacrifice to Nyarlathotep, looking like a cultist, which could easily lead readers to think Matthew was the villain.

Suddenly switching to Matthew's perspective at the end, readers could discover that Matthew had always been researching forbidden knowledge because he thought his teacher was wronged and wanted to prove his teacher's innocence.

But until the two confronted each other on the top floor of the lighthouse, Matthew discovered that Lodov was not wronged at all. He was indeed a cultist.

And in terms of specific content, Lodov, the most excellent personal guard in the Pope's personal guard many years ago, was expelled from the personal guard because of a case, and his student Matthew always thought his teacher was wronged, so he went to Miskatonic University to study, hoping to find evidence.

Many years later, the teacher and student met again in Faraines, but after the confrontation, Matthew discovered that Lodov was not wronged at all. He was indeed a cultist.

And he intended to kill the Pope and the Grand Prophet here, and pin the blame and the identity of the cultist on Matthew.

And after a battle, Matthew defeated Lodov and successfully left here, and the story of Faraines also came to an end.

But there is a fatal problem here—the one who walked out of here alive was Matthew, and the one who published the novel was also Matthew. Is the truth really what is written in the novel?

Of course not. Nyar took out the receipts, all of which were Matthew's name, proving that he was the real cultist.

It's just that history is written by the victors. Matthew walked out of here alive, so naturally, he could write the novel however he wanted.

So once Matthew is allowed to leave the lighthouse alive, the game immediately reaches a bad ending—the real cultist not only walked out alive but also pinned all the church's evil deeds in the past on someone else, while he himself could take power cleanly.

And Nyar revealing all this was to let Shiler know that if he didn't kill Matthew, the game would fail.

This is indeed a very interesting trick, Shiler thought.