Chapter 3231

The novel had already been written to its end, with only half a page of blank paper left, but for some reason another stack was added afterward, and the handwriting began to appear rapidly.

The earlier text was in beautiful cursive, showing traces of handwriting, but the spacing between characters was carefully considered; the later characters started out in cursive too, but eventually became completely unrestrained, ignoring line spacing and character spacing altogether, written faster and faster.

Later, certain words representing shock turned into capital letters, seemingly to emphasize impact, with the capitals written larger and traced over heavily several times.

The entire text began to be filled with various battle descriptions.

First, the Joker and Batman fought the Deep Ones, then Batman awakened the ancient soul on the lighthouse, driving it to ram and kill the Fish God Dagon, Batman turned the Fish God Dagon's corpse into a mechanical monster, and battled Ipo-Ztler.

Seeing they were losing, the Joker summoned his clone army, but at that moment, the church's army also entered the field, producing evil bone dragons they had cultivated underground in the Holy City, engaging in a deadly battle with Batman's lighthouse monster, mechanical fish god, and the Joker's horde.

Nyarlathotep was stunned.

This can't be blamed on his poor psychological resilience—anyone who sees this would be stunned.

The narrative of Western comics was already chaotic, and adapting it into a novel version made it even more heavyweight, more verbose than the storytelling version of the Avengers battling at the airport, and more repetitive than the crosstalk tongue-twister of Doctor Strange battling Dormammu.

Only seeing the handwriting swipe swipe swipe swipe swipe, in just over ten minutes the back stack of paper was filled again; now Batman and the Joker have already fought to the far side of the moon, yet they also happily prepare to part ways, and fortunately Batman had anticipated this...

"Who wrote this? Who wrote this??" Nyarlathotep's tone finally showed a flicker, he said: "Constantine!!!"

"Stop shouting." Shiler said: "He's probably too busy to reply to you right now."

"Someone's calling me." A voice came from the bedroom, under the desk lamp's light, wearing pajamas, hair messy, face full of stubble, Constantine was tied with rope and thrown into the corner.

The greedy one sitting on his bed yawned and said: "Your hallucination, nobody called you."

Constantine opened his mouth and said: "He sounds really angry, what exactly did you write up there?"

"It wasn't me who wrote it." Greedy shrugged.

Then he stood up, walked to the back of the chair at the desk, and leaned against the chair back, saying: "How's it going, old brother? How far has the plot progressed?"

Sitting on the chair was a slender figure wearing black tight leather clothing, with long spikes around the eyes, a gaping mouth below, hunched over the desk, writing furiously.

"Almost done." He said: "The Joker and Batman have already broken ties, they're going to the celestial court among the stars to seek justice for themselves, the jury members besides Cthulhu also include...... uh......"

"This is the list of outer gods." Greedy handed him a paper, on which were clearly written Shub-Niggurath, Yog-Sothoth, Abhoth, Hastur, and nearly all named outer gods.

"Yes, that's right, it's them." The figure frantically writing again began to scribble wildly, he said: "Only such a lineup can become the celestial court, this is my new setting, but among them there must be a boss......"

"Azathoth, the boss's name is Azathoth." Greedy replied, also carefully telling him the spelling.

"Great, I love this name! I want to design him as the creator of billions of multiverses, the supreme foreseer, the founder and administrator of the celestial court...... and then when I appear, I can kill him!"

"Constantine!!!!!!"

The roar echoed outside the window, Constantine struggled free from the rope, rubbed his ears, and said: "Stop shouting, I heard you, look at this situation now, what can I do?"

A tall black shadow stood outside the window, saying: "What are you doing?! What garbage are you writing?! Hurry up and stop!!!"

"Open your eyes and look, this is obviously not what I wrote." Constantine said: "I wouldn't write the Joker and Batman flirting."

The tall black shadow was about to lower his head to look inside, but upon seeing that blood-filled maw, he froze.

And when he saw what was written, he exploded.

"Stop! Quickly stop! Don't write! What is the celestial court? What is the King of Billions of Stars?? Creator god and multiverse???"

"Don't listen to him." Greedy said from behind the chair: "You're writing well, this script is too exciting."

"Have I told you before? The notebook in your hand is a divine artifact; you write here, and all related content will be altered, even already printed and published novels are like this, and as far as I know, someone already wants to mass-publish this novel."

"Really? Worldwide publication?"

"Exactly, he will do his utmost to let this book be published on Earth in some universe, and this is thanks to an outer god named Nyarlathotep, who appeared earlier, you'll give him more stage time later."

"How about letting him be captured by Batman? I just wanted to write a twist, let Batman absorb an outer god's power, then go beat up those guys in the celestial court!"

"Awesome! Do you know? This outer god is called the Wandering Chaos by some, and the God of Fraud by others, because he has many avatars, let me introduce you to a few interesting ones......"

"Greedy...... Greedy!!!!!"

"Why are you shouting at me?" Greedy said, pouting: "If I were you, I'd definitely keep an eye on this book's publication—this is a great opportunity to become famous!"

The tall black shadow outside the window froze for a moment, as if thinking of something terrifying, then vanished with a whoosh.

On the road of Pharailnes, Bruce had one hand on the steering wheel and one resting on the car window outside, Shiler in the passenger seat held a map with a route marked in pen, the destination circled——"Miskatonic University".

"Hey, did you see? The latest novel, the super popular one, what's it called again?"

A student in a robe hurriedly caught up to the classmate ahead, hand on his shoulder, asking.

"《The Shroud of Pharailnes》? They said the first volume is especially good, and some say the events inside are actually true."

"You heard that too? My dad told me that Holy City is already in chaos over there, they're demanding this book be banned, afraid they'll expose more church secrets."

"The more they do that, the more it proves this book tells the truth—I never imagined those weird things were actually made by the church people, last time they even wanted to send someone here to teach us."

"Come on, they probably can't even understand those things themselves, and now they're about to collapse, I heard the Pope's personal guard has disbanded, and also the owner of the bankrupt Silteck Medical Company, I heard he couldn't afford medical fees and had no insurance payout, died from infected wounds."

"They deserve it—although the church isn't exactly good, that Silteck Medical Insurance Company is even worse!"

At that moment another person caught up to them, saying: "The second volume of 《The Shroud of Pharailnes》 has already come out, the publisher's book vendors have set up a small stall at the school gate, aren't you going to take a look?"

"Really? It came out that fast?"

"Yes, I heard this volume has over two million words, finally we can really enjoy it, hurry hurry, let's go take a look together."

Several people hurried toward the school gate, and indeed saw the bookstall crowded with people, a few students at the front curiously examining stack after stack of new books.

"Give me one." The leading girl proudly turned her head and said: "I'm Mr. V's fan, next week I'm going to Silteck to attend his meet-and-greet, heard he's super handsome, I'll bring you photos when I come back."

"I want two, I want two, this book is so thick it must be super exciting! Help me open one, I want to take a look first!"

"Also give me one, help me open it, thanks."

Book after book was handed to the students, some impatient ones couldn't wait and started opening and reading right there on the spot.

But after looking for just a moment, they said with blank faces: "Are you sure this is 《The Shroud of Pharailnes》? Who is Batman? Who is the Joker? How did they suddenly start fighting?"

"Goodness, this sentence makes no sense no matter how you break it, and this word's spelling seems wrong too—how is the quality this bad this time?"

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

The leading girl was also dissatisfied, she said: "This is completely not Mr. V's writing style—he wouldn't use such shallow phrasing, the second volume must have been written by someone else? I tell you, I won't accept this!"

"Yeah yeah, written this badly, it's totally ruining the brand! Refund! I'm not buying it!"

"Don't rush, everyone, don't rush." A figure walked over this way. The girl turned her head, and seeing those clear blue eyes, she immediately smiled and said, "Senior Matthew, how did you end up here? I heard you came back for graduate school; Professor Weiss was delighted."

"Yes, I'm about to go see him. Everyone, please don't crowd here. The school gate is crowded and poses a safety hazard. If there's anything, let's talk at the publishing house."

After the crowd dispersed, the student called Matthew turned and walked toward the department. On the way, an acquaintance stopped him and said, "Matthew, you just got back, so you probably don't know yet. The professor teaching undergraduate psychology has been replaced."

"What happened?"

That person lowered their voice and said, "I heard the new professor used to be in the Pope's Guard. Do you think he might know about the Church's affairs?"

"Who knows. Maybe he's willing to tell us about it."

"Then let's go listen together. I've been curious for a long time. I wonder if what that novel says is true. Oh, right, the male lead of the first volume has the same name as you."

"Probably just a coincidence." Matthew smiled and said.

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

A professor wearing a long robe walked in.

"Hello everyone, I'm the new psychology professor. You can call me Rodolf."

"What?! Your name is Rodolf, and you're still a member of the Pope's Guard?! Are you the male lead from that novel?!"

"What novel?"

"The Gloom of Faraignes!"

"I have indeed been to Faraignes."

As soon as these words fell, the classroom instantly erupted. Students asked in a babble, "Professor, what exactly happened back then?! Which one of you is the cultist, you or Matthew?"

"Yeah, which one of you is the good guy? I've stayed up several nights thinking about it!"

The man standing at the podium smiled. He made eye contact with a certain figure sitting at the back of the classroom, then said, "Perhaps we are both good people. Or perhaps... we are both bad people."

The man's hand brushed past his collar. The school badge composed of books and runes reflected the light, while the cross worn inside his collar bore no crucified Jesus, only a few winding tentacles.

"Ding-ling-ling."

"Class begins."