All Fell Silent, a Vast Ocean of Darkness

Where darkness spreads, it is the cover of Cthulhu's will, the boundless and Unspeakable world.

A rational celebration has begun to boil over.

All living All Things in the world are twisted into terrifying monsters in the eyes of the world under the will of Cthulhu.

Some people, amidst this overwhelming influx of information that challenges their reason, come to understand certain messages and thus accept the distortion of their perception.

Or it could be described as having seen through and grasped the truth of the world.

This change, stemming from transcending the origins of life, is in an abnormal state, but at this moment, it is for them to receive the wonderful blessings of the new world.

They were not believers in Cthulhu, but under the Unspeakable shroud, in the liminal space between reason and madness, they felt enlightened by the great knowledge.

They are the followers of Cthulhu, seeking that ineffable, unseen, and Unspeakable thing.

This awakening of Cthulhu is the first time it has truly awakened in the world.

The last awakenings occurred under the special Creation World rules of You Teng, and later in the Deep World of Laughing Moon God.

They were all confined to another space, but now Cthulhu's awakening is in the Unclaimed World of the Sea of Stars, which is the Real World.

Without the limitations of space, and with the enhancements gained from the Death World, Cthulhu absorbed divine power and received an increase in power.

The strange phenomena and disturbances caused by the awakening of Cthulhu's will at this moment have far exceeded Shen Hui's imagination.

Amon, swallowed by darkness, also seemed somewhat caught off guard, a stark contrast to his first encounter with Cthulhu.

His eyes turned a crazed red, but only for a moment before returning to normal.

Amon's avatar remained remarkably composed, grinning as it emitted a low howl like a wolf, its body ablaze with blazing dark red flames.

These flames, composed of some unknown substance or energy, completely burned away the surrounding darkness, as if isolating it from everything outside.

Unaffected by erosion or contamination, and without fear of changes above, Amon remains completely unaffected.

"Hmph, this chaotic and unknown power can't possibly annihilate me again!"

As long as he could withstand the opponent's strange Divine Power, Amon felt that victory was assured.

The black raven wings behind him flapped, scattering endless feathers in all directions.

After these feathers flew into the darkness, they all burst into flames.

In the boundless world of darkness, a dazzling dark red light began to flicker.

And the darkness began to ignite and burn amidst these flames.

The darkness began to recede, like a melting iceberg.

The smile on Amon's face grew increasingly smug and maniacal. As the darkness receded, he felt his power increasing wildly.

The enormous phantom body began to expand and swell once more.

Its wings became fuller, its claws sharper, and its senses became clearer.

Amon's avatar locked its gaze on Cthulhu, who had been hiding in the darkness and was now revealed after the darkness dissipated... No!

That wasn't the image of the deity he remembered that had killed His incarnation!

Amon's avatar's eyes flickered with doubt. How could the god in the darkness, the god who created this unknown fear, have changed?

It's become... somewhat familiar...

Its dark, crimson vertical pupils and long, slender head bared its teeth, revealing sharp, pointed fangs.

Its lower body is a huge humanoid form covered in black feathers, and behind it are a pair of black wings spread out.

Although it was somewhat familiar, Amon still thought about it for a while.

This image... this image... Amon's eyes widened in fury. This was exactly what He looked like!

The incarnation of the god Amon was startled, a chilling feeling slowly seeping into His divine power.

The wolf's mouth split open, widening until it became a U-shape, revealing a mouthful of teeth.

It seems to be watching the true form of Amon mocking him.

"What are you anyway, daring to transform into my appearance? Are you afraid of me? You're asking for death!"

Amon's rage ignited, and he used his Divine Power to create a wind of annihilation that swept past.

That incarnation that was like Him had its body instantly torn apart.

The shattered body turned into glass-like fragments scattered all around.

From the open wounds and various cut surfaces, wriggling black tentacles stretched out and writhed incessantly.

A voice identical to His own came from the half-torn mouth.

"And what are you? You're not like me; you're just a monster."

As the words fell, the scattered shards of glass, whether intentionally or unintentionally, gathered together.

It formed the shape of a huge, broken mirror.

The image of Amon was completely reflected in the shattered mirror.

Amon was stunned after witnessing his reflection in the mirror.

What is reflected in it is not His likeness!

It was clearly something indescribable, only its general appearance could be described as hideous!

The skin had peeled off, and the decaying skull was covered with countless eyes.

What you see in the slightly parted corners of its mouth are not sharp teeth, but tiny Tentacles.

Its body wasn't covered in black feathers, but rather resembled black silt clinging to its body, constantly flowing and changing.

You can see some incomprehensible things floating in the mud.

Some parts were still throbbing and bubbling, and you could vaguely hear "plop plop" sounds.

Under their watchful eyes, a bubble burst open instantly, and a thick tentacle emerged from it.

Then came a series of cracking sounds.

"Mwah mwah mwah~"

Thick, black tentacles, like sprouting seeds, burst forth wildly from His body.

The strange avatar of Amon was gradually enveloped within it, until soon only a decaying head covered with eyes, providing Him with clearer perception, remained on the outside.

However, the head was being gradually covered by tentacles in the last glimpse of its surroundings.

What He saw was a form that bore His true image, but was torn and broken, grinning wildly with a U-shaped mouth as it stared at Him.

Finally, all senses were completely obscured, and in an instant, the universe fell silent.

Not just sound, but all colors and light, all sensations, all vanished.

Everything sank once again into the vast ocean of darkness.

I don't know how much time has passed; it might be trillions of years, or it might be a fleeting moment.

A vast amount of knowledge, which even Amon could not comprehend, seemed to have been dormant in His mind for a long time, and now it all erupted forth at this moment.

It impacted His perception, cognition, and reason.

In the dark world, colorful light began to appear.