"The Cthulhu Mythos?"
The words seemed to carry Magic Power. The hall fell silent, and every head turned toward the speaker.
The Icelandic and Hebrew scholars of religion, who had been arguing over whether the tablet bore Runes or was the Ten Commandments tablet given by God to Moses and his ancestors, swallowed everything they had been about to say.
The expert from the Eastern Isles flinched instinctively and nearly sprang up to flee.
For a country that had suffered so much at the hands of the Cthulhu Evil God, the words "Cthulhu Mythos" struck far more fear into its people than the "Little Boy" atomic bomb ever could.
If someone dared recite a Cthulhu-related incantation on a street in the Eastern Isles, it would be a blessing from Amenominakanushi if they made it to the hospital alive.
Ye Men's heart jolted too. "Are you sure? Are you sure this tablet has something to do with the Cthulhu Mythos?"
He had handled the tablet himself while studying it.
He had worn all kinds of protective equipment at the time, but everyone knew that technology offered next to no protection against mystic power.
The theologian who had said the tablet resembled the Old Key Tablet was a young man named Sophonix.
Under so many eyes—especially those of senior authorities in theology—he felt immense pressure.
When Ye Men questioned him, he answered cautiously, "I can't be certain. But this tablet really does look like the Old Key Tablet from the Cthulhu Mythos."
The moment the young man admitted he was unsure, the Icelandic scholar who had fallen silent angrily rebuked him. "Young man, this continent fell from Asgard. It is protected by the divine power of Vidar, God of the Forest, and Vali, God of Revenge. It is the New World foretold