Chapter 286 Changing the Fate of the Love Craft Master

Li Zitao breathed a sigh of relief after leaving the club full of mentally handicapped people. He was about to speak when he heard running footsteps behind him.

"Who are you, let go of Mary, come quickly—" The man with sunken eye sockets, tall and straight, as thin as a stick, rushed over.

"Howard, don't." Xu Man hurriedly tried to stop him, but he had already raised his fist and punched Li Zitao's cheek.

Turning his head sideways, pulling Xu Man behind him, Li Zitao stretched out his right foot calmly.

Howard, who was exhausted with all his strength, couldn't hold back his strength, and was rushed forward by the inertial belt. Li Zitao's outstretched right foot tripped him and lost his balance.

Snapped!

The standard dog eats shit, Howard lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up.

He is not a strong person. Just now he saw a stranger holding Mary, as if he was going to hurt her, so he rushed forward in a moment of desperation.

"Is he Howard Lovecraft?" Li Zitao looked at the man on the ground with strange eyes.

If I remember correctly, the future after his death will be affectionately called "Master of Love Crafts" by fans. '

The framework given by him, and the various stories constructed by later masters within this framework, made the Cthulhu mythology the basis of modern Western horror fantasy.

On this basis, many horror novelists and fantasists keep adding more settings and rich content to it.

Until Cthulhu became a huge system with infinite tolerance and extension.

Li Zitao doesn't know much about the story of the master of craftsmanship and the Cthulhu mythology, and it can be regarded as a few words.

The two things I remember most clearly are:

First, the founder's life was quite bleak, poor, died young, and died of depression——

Second, the Cthulhu mythology, the most classic is the inescapable despair and the subversion of the inherent form of gods.

Before Cthulhu mythology, no matter what kind of gods and how powerful they were, they always appeared in human form in writing and records.

They are tall, stalwart, mastering everything in the world, but they are full of tolerance and love for human beings, and guide human beings to the light.

Cthulhu is different. The ancient and powerful existence in the universe has omniscience and omnipotence in control of everything in the universe.

All kinds of indescribable and unimaginable horrors exist, they have no good or evil, and human beings are like ants in their eyes, and killing them is no burden for them.

It's like no human being will ever notice an ant accidentally trampled to death.

In other novels, the protagonist's image is positive, no matter how difficult, struggling, or tortured he experiences, he will eventually trample the enemy under his feet.

Whether it's a demon, a god, or something.

The master of love crafts is different. In his setting, human beings are weak scum, and they don't even have the strength to see Cthulhu.

Either he died without being able to perceive it, or he fell into madness and became mentally retarded the moment he saw it coming.

The universe contains infinite malice towards human beings, and weak human beings can only tremble in fear and despair, waiting for death to come.

How could this kind of story that challenged the mainstream thinking of the society be recognized? Even if he wanted to publish it in a third-rate tabloid for free, people would hate to take up space.

"If you could change it to a story about the yellow boy, I'd be happy to help you with that," was the reply given to him by an editor of a pornographic newspaper.

Think about a group of hideous, squid-like beards, a hundred meters at every turn, a few nebula-sized guys, turning into yellow children——

"This editor has a brilliant mind, he is a talent!" Sitting in the hotel room, Li Zitao said looking at Howard who was applying ice cubes to his face.

"They don't know what is in the universe at all. The garbage that always praises the power of human beings and the magnificence of gods is really disgusting."

When mentioning his works, Howard waved his hands a little excitedly, with an expression of "except for me, all horror novels are rubbish".

"I read your manuscript, it's too sloppy, do I have an idea and want to hear it?" Li Zitao leaned back, holding the manuscript and said.

After looking through,

He found that there is no system, no good and evil, and Cthulhu, which is still in its infancy, has extremely low readability.

The boring wording kept emphasizing the sense of terror, despair, and suffocation.

The indescribable mysterious existence hidden in the dark mist, when he read it after experiencing the Internet era of the information explosion, there is a hidden sense of darkness after adding imagination.

The point is that in this era, people don't have such a rich imagination. For them, demons are the most terrifying existence.

It still maintains the human form, with four limbs and a head, but with horns and a tail.

Just like a frog at the bottom of a well, how do you expect a frog sitting in a well to imagine how vast the sky outside is?

If he hadn't met Howard, Li Zitao would not have thought of looking for him.

But fate brought him in front of him, and Li Zitao felt that he should be given some help.

Especially after Howard changed his canary into a more alluring kitten.

Whether it is the way she plays, her dress, or the changes in the club, they are all under the guidance of Howard.

I thought it would be difficult, but Xu Man performed with ease. The experience of these years, the scars left in her heart,

After meeting Howard, he turned into hostility, and the darkness hidden in his heart cracked a gap, like an opened Pandora's box.

Li Zitao can't remember the Cthulhu system clearly, and the one he is most familiar with is the Old One.

But he didn't put forward opinions on the details, but directly gave him a space for imagination.

"Infinite universes, endless, gods, evil spirits, alignments of good and evil, hostile for some special or hidden cause,

The attitude towards humans remains the same, but there must be a prominent point in each work, and humans who cannot be related to it are the end of death. "

Feeling tired, you will die when you encounter a restraint system, what do people think of this?

It was okay until the 1960s, but now it is a dead end. "The war between evil gods and gods, a little ant who escaped to heaven by luck,

Even if it is such a setting, it is fine, but someone must be alive and have seen them with their own eyes, and then be erased by the rules, or tampered with, anything is fine. "

Li Zitao said in a whimsical manner, Howard's attempt to describe from the initial resistance to now is a good start.

The pale autumn moon hangs over the tomb, and casts a prolonged ghastly shadow, strangely shaped—

A large group of weird bats flew by, circling against the moonlight, and the ancient church covered with ancient vines stood under the leaden sky——

The object stretched out like a weird giant finger towards the sky, and the phosphorescent insect flickered under the purple shirt in the corner like a will-o'-the-wisp—

I saw that indescribable thing, that majestic, terrifying, unimaginable, unexplainable with human's small cognition, that is——

It left, a gust of wind blew, and the fog cleared. I want to tell the world what I saw, the road is ahead, and I ran forward vigorously.

"Huh? Why am I running, like, missing something important—"

Putting down the revised paper, Li Zitao looked at him and said, "You should go to Hollywood immediately, Howard, we are going to get rich."