The far reaches of the endless universe.
In the deepest part of the mysterious prison, a figure draped in yellow robes hovered in the air, absorbed in literary creation.
Using the tentacles at his cuffs to secrete ink, he wrote a long novel in a self-made book titled Strange Human Anecdotes, whose protagonist was Yu Jing.
As he wrote, a peculiar sensation suddenly came from the opposite end of the distant universe.
"Oh... Yu Jing really is impressive. He actually killed a member of the Deep Sea Royal. Although it was only a collateral branch of the royal family, killing a direct subordinate of Cthulhu without the Yellow Scripture or my guidance is still quite an achievement. I should write this down. I'll add some of my own ideas and turn it into a rich story."
Without the Yellow Scripture on him, Hastur could not observe Yu Jing's current condition and could only make judgments through the faint connection between them.
"I never expected to encounter such an interesting human by chance."
Ever since meeting Yu Jing, Hastur's prison life had become far less dull. He had already written eight chapters of the novel based on Yu Jing, and the plot was extremely rich.
Hastur often recommended his novels to the prison guards as well, but unfortunately, no one dared to accept such a literary work from him.
Once, the civilizations of several planets, each spanning tens of thousands of years, had all been destroyed because one person read a script written by Hastur.
"Once I leave this prison, I'll definitely visit various planets to sell my novels. Playing the role of a novelist from time to time isn't bad either... If anyone dares to give my novel a bad review, I'll let their soul drown in madness forever. But