Nyarlathotep

The Crawling Chaos?

Kwon Jeong-yang repeated the phrase in his mind. His body gave a violent shudder, his gaze went blank, and he froze where he stood.

Nyarlathotep?

Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos, one of the Three Pillar Gods of the Cthulhu mythos?

Wasn't The Earth Book: Seven Secret Canons a spellbook from Huaxia? Wasn't I reaching out to Pangu, the ancestral god who created heaven and earth? Why did Nyarlathotep appear instead?

He remembered An Jeong-hun's warning before the experiment and hurriedly turned his head toward the camera. He fixed his pitch-black eyes on it and opened his mouth to shout for An Jeong-hun to come save him.

But every word he tried to speak became a silent cry. Some mysterious force erased every sound.

"So it was Pangu you wanted to summon..."

"Oh, how could a brute like Pangu compare to me? But... if you want to see him, Jeong-yang, I can arrange that too..."

The clear, childlike voice continued.

A glimmer of hope suddenly rose in Kwon Jeong-yang's eyes, which had been filled with terror and despair.

That's right. Pangu, the ancestral god our Universe Country has worshipped for generations. If I can see him, I can ask him to save me.

The light of hope in his pupils grew until it filled his eyes.

With Pangu's supreme power, he'll surely be able to save me.

Perhaps his thoughts shaped what he saw, or perhaps Nyarlathotep had intervened. Either way, the world before Kwon Jeong-yang changed.

The alloy room twisted into countless mad, grotesque swirls of chaos. A phantom seemingly larger than all that chaos loomed over it like the night. Countless indescribable beings gathered at the phantom's side, letting out mindless giggles.

As he stared, disordered knowledge poured into his mind. Unconscious whispers sounded endlessly in his