After the three monsters caused such a commotion, they finally drew out something new.
After all, this was a world chosen by the Faceless God of Madness.
Though small, it was fresh and pleasant, like a tasty cold dish.
A place where one could take a bite and savor it for a day and a half.
It did not mind the occasional monsters coming to wreak havoc, but if they wanted to destroy the world, it could not tolerate that.
It had to strike back.
The Faceless God of Madness was actually just one of the countless avatars of Nyarlathotep, one of the Three Pillar Gods.
It knew that itself and did not care.
After all, plenty of people wanted to be someone else's dog but never got the chance.
Besides, it knew well that its main body was a lofty existence that pursued order.
It was absolutely not one of those chaotic, destructive beings.
It often toyed with humans, using them as actors to stage countless fine performances of terror and despair.
In truth, that was precisely a different kind of regard for humanity.
Of course, it did not treat humanity as the center of the universe. It merely regarded them the way one might regard kittens and puppies.
It simply found humans quite amusing.
Of course, its true body might also have plans laid for the distant future.
For example, someday far in the future, it might make humanity one of the melodies used to soothe the blind eater of fish back into sleep.
And now, the Faceless God of Madness had noticed those three bugs tearing apart its world.
How boring.
Did they not merely want a dung ball?
If they wanted it, they could just take it from those five ants.
Why destroy its world?
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