After the Cthulhu expert finished speaking, he noticed strange, uneasy looks directed at him. He turned around and found that his colleagues had somehow moved several meters away.
Puzzled, he asked,
"What's wrong with you all? Why did you suddenly move so far away from me? Did I forget to put on cologne today? Is my body odor showing?"
He raised an arm and sniffed his armpit, then muttered, "No, it isn't."
You have no idea why we're keeping our distance?
The experts complained inwardly.
As experts, they had studied the Cthulhu Mythos, which had recently become popular worldwide, in considerable depth.
After the Evil God invasion, governments around the world had all undertaken large-scale deletions of existing Cthulhu reference materials and novels to prevent anyone from recklessly summoning an Evil God.
Before deleting them, however, they had backed up the materials and novels in archives for internal use. These experts happened to have access to those archives.
In the Cthulhu Mythos, if someone suddenly understood sounds or writing that ordinary people could not, they had most likely been corrupted by an Evil God.
When his colleagues did not answer, the Cthulhu expert started toward them, hoping to talk face-to-face.
But the moment he took a step, they all retreated several steps in unison.
The distance between them had grown instead of shrunk.
The Cthulhu expert was speechless.
Looking at him, the person in charge of translating the Old Key Tablet glanced at his name badge, swallowed, and said, "...Mr. Edward, you seem to understand what the writing on this tablet means?"
Frankly, he did not want to go near someone who might have been corrupted by an Evil God. Who knew whether its Corruption could spread?
But with something this serious happening here, someone had to step forward.
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