Prologue, a world gradually falling apart
In the adjacent room to where these cultists held their rituals, behind a gilded landscape painting screen approximately three feet high, there floated a silver-bright circular hole nearly half a meter in diameter. The front revealed an unfathomable depth of darkness, while the back resembled a convex mirror coated in silver.
Moreover, the sudden emergence of wormholes connecting to other worlds has added even more unpredictable variables to this increasingly chaotic world
The Almighty God, Allah, and the Buddha, seated high in the clouds, along with countless famous and obscure deities, suddenly opened their eyes.
The pen is still moving
Seeing that everything was under control, the aging political commissar, whose hair had already turned somewhat gray and whose skin had begun to sag, could not help but let out a weary sigh. He then took off the hexagonal cap from his head, brushed off the dust against the wall, struck a match, and lit the cigarette he had been holding in his mouth
You, this thing that should not exist, disappear from my sight!
When leaving, it had already arrived
In a certain evil corner of a bustling metropolis, within a dark and secretive cult lair, an unexpected guest dressed in a Zhongshan suit suddenly intruded.
The pen is still moving
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Something uncontrollable is emerging, and the deities are powerless to stop it
Indeed, this rather genteel argument pales in comparison to the clamor of the streets outside, to the extent that even the waitstaff passing by the door pay it no mind. Moreover, the patrons in the café downstairs, engaged in their lofty discussions, remain completely unaware of it.
This world is not limited to what ordinary people perceive, but is filled with many existences that normal individuals cannot comprehend
January 1848, Brussels, the capital of Belgium
On www.hetushu.com, a century of long time has swiftly passed, the passionate years have come and gone, the red tide once swept across much of the world, only to collapse suddenly at its most glorious peak, and finally gradually return to silence
The foundation of the existence of the gods has already been denied by the humans who created them
Then, more than a dozen police officers, who had long been prepared, rushed in through the door and captured the cultists, who were already in a state of panic, one by one
However, at this moment, a void of emptiness appeared before the gods
Accompanied by a stern shout from the political commissar, the tentacled monster, which had been brandishing its claws just a moment ago, suddenly seemed to have encountered an unexpected judgment. Under a certain irresistible great will, it was utterly unable to resist and instantly transformed into a pool of viscous pus. Only the unfortunate female high school student, whose clothes were in disarray from the ravaging, remained lying in the slime, gasping for breath
At night, in the central square, the guests in a standard room of the White Swan Café have not yet gone to bed
However, the political party planned by these two young individuals was not established for the purpose of elections, but rather with a program centered on combat
On both sides of the shimmering film, ripples of water occasionally undulate in circles, with wisps of black mist seeping out, permeating the air with a mysterious and malevolent atmosphere that makes one instinctively feel as if they are facing a formidable foe
Comrade Political Commissar casually discarded the cigarette he had just taken a few puffs from, even grinding it under his shoe a few times before standing up
All kinds of demons and spirits lurking in the darkness involuntarily felt a deep-seated shudder and tremor, regardless of whether they were evil or benevolent, ancient or novel, from any nation, or born in any era
The young son of the merchant had already left the table, gazing through the window at the nearby Grand Place in the center of Brussels, where he saw a cluster of brilliant fireworks explode in the sky, bursting forth in a moment of splendor before gradually fading away, ultimately returning to silence
Ah, I truly miss those passionate comrades armed with truth and science, in that era when all the evil spirits and monsters were completely eradicated
However, the two young men who were busily writing at the Day Swan Hotel were unaware of the aforementioned matters
From the title and content, this appears to be a program document of a certain minor political party
Steadfast and pure faith has gradually disappeared in this era. Various forms of evil exist, yet they are once again beginning to stir.
Report, Political Commissar! A wormhole has been discovered!
They have finally finished discussing the last section of this program, with only the writing of the final few sentences yet to be completed
The darkness of ignorance and hypocrisy still shrouds this world I swear that from today onwards, I will fight for the truth I will not believe in religion, indulge in delusions, or be lost in confusion I will pierce through the hypocritical masks of all exploiters, fulfilling my duties until death I am the sower of civilization and science, the proclaimer of democracy and progress I am the torch that drives away superstition, the sickle that eradicates ignorance, the hammer that shatters shackles, and the guardian of all humanity I dedicate my life and honor to the greatest scientific communist faith, today as it has always been
As the candlelight flickers, the shadows also sway slightly. At times, this swaying becomes more pronounced, as two young people engage in quiet conversation. However, when the shadows begin to shake violently, even from the corridor outside, one can hear their angry arguments and loud roars.
Indeed, the two young men arguing upstairs at the White Swan Café are neither social elites nor prominent figures; they are merely a destitute member of the gentry and the son of an ordinary merchant, both of whom are Jews who have faced significant exclusion in Europe
Not long ago, one of the more flamboyant young individuals was expelled from France by the government on charges of being a "dangerous revolutionary" and "spreading reactionary rhetoric." He was forced to relocate to Brussels, Belgium, where he resides in a cheap room at the Swan Café, unemployed and having exhausted his savings, relying entirely on the support of his merchant friends to survive, and facing disdain wherever he goes
This is the junction between the other world and the real world, as well as the source of the tentacle monster and the evil god.
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The bell of judgment resonates in every hidden corner of the world, and every powerful anomaly vaguely perceives an unpredictable future, sensing the gradual approach of the final end—thousands of years of splendid times that have transcended mortals are about to reach their conclusion
The political commissar silently contemplated this, while simultaneously discarding the cigarette that had already been burned down to more than half. In his ears, it seemed as if the oath he had once taken echoed once again
It seemed that he was feeling something in his heart, and he began to mutter something to himself, while the impoverished man, who was hastily writing at his desk, did not notice this.
with the movement of the pen
Although everyone else indoors had already donned their gas masks, the comrade in a Zhongshan suit remained unperturbed. He strode confidently to the front of the wormhole, took a deep breath, and with a *map* in hand, he swung his fist at the shiny membrane of the wormhole, delivering a powerful blow with all his might
Since the dawn of human history, deities can be shaped, modified, replaced, distorted, overthrown, destroyed, and forgotten, yet they never completely vanish. After the fall of each ancient god, new deities inevitably emerge to fill the void left behind.
Just as he was reminiscing about the days of yore, the shouts of young team members suddenly reached his ears
From this point on, a red ghost began to wander the European continent
However
However, on another lesser-known front, warriors filled with noble ideals are still engaged in the most intense battles at all times
... However, regardless of whether this world is gradually collapsing, I will continue to fight under the red flag until my last breath
What awaits them next will be a highly scientific treatment of one hundred thousand volts of electric shock, as well as a long life behind iron bars
Workers of the world, unite
In this final struggle, what they lose is merely their shackles, while what they gain will be the entire world
The document is nearing its end, and the dilapidated household slowly inscribed the final character
However, in this increasingly crumbling world, many unknown corners are quietly revealing more connections to other realms...
The "club parties" that emerged due to the fleeting interests of certain individuals were as numerous as weeds by the roadside in Europe at that time, with several being born almost every day in cafes and beer halls. The vast majority of these parties came into existence silently like morning dew, only to vanish just as quietly, with only a very few able to rise to prominence and secure a place in the parliament.
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When did these backward and evil feudal superstitions resurface in our motherland?
Regardless of the circumstances, the final dispute has finally come to an end. They pushed aside the messy manuscripts and books on the table and began to write on a finely crafted letterhead, with the impoverished gentleman as the scribe, while his merchant friend supervised beside him
In an instant, the wormhole burst like a punctured soap bubble, shattering into countless scattered points of light, and then vanished from the sight of the crowd
Under the dim light, the ink pen flows across the stationery, everything is very peaceful, just like when countless documents were drafted in the past
The curtain of the great era of transmutation has already been slowly drawn back
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Understood, I will come right away
The flickering dim yellow light casts the shadows of two young people on the wall of the room
Their line of fate has unexpectedly begun to become void, a situation that has never occurred before
The great mentors have long departed from this world; and the ideal of liberating all humanity has also gradually been forgotten by everyone
This is not scientific
It is unclear when it began, but my seniors and peers have successively departed from the ranks, while the influx of young individuals to replenish the team has dwindled. Now, even I, an aging relic who should have long since retired, find myself compelled to don my gear and take the field once more
This is already the third cult stronghold that has been dismantled this year
The world of the dead trembled violently, and those souls who disregarded the laws of the gods began to roar in anger or laugh heartily. They no longer needed to weep sorrowfully or wail in pain... for the prison of hell had begun to collapse...