Chapter 502: Don’t Commit Suicide and You Won’t Die

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear. And the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown.

This is a sentence recorded in Christine's diary, and it is also the biggest reason why she has fallen to this point today.

As Professor Osborne said, Christine was a talented student when she was studying at Miskatonic University. Her paintings were full of power and were admired by many people. If Christine had stopped there at that time, maybe she would have become a famous painter and a famous artist.

But as an excellent student, Christine obviously did not intend to stop there. She longed to become a master... Well, I have to say that the idea is very good.

Of course, Duanmu Huai could not understand Christine's obsession. In his opinion, the so-called paintings are basically the same. Like Mona Lisa, Duanmu Huai believes that it has historical value, but artistic value? How can this be seen? Is the painting like a person or something?

Sorry, as a rough man, Duanmu Huai really can't appreciate this thing.

But it is obvious that Christine is really troubled by this. Making a lot of money by painting does not seem to be successful to her. She wants to go further to win the highest honor of art.

I don’t know when Christine saw this sentence, so she wrote it down.

The oldest and strongest emotion of human beings is fear. And the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown.

Christine found her direction from this sentence. She wanted to draw a painting that would make everyone feel fear from the bottom of their hearts, so that she could be remembered in history and become a master of a generation.

Of course, this is not an easy thing. Christine did encounter a lot of setbacks at the beginning. Fortunately (or unfortunately), she is a student of Miskatonic University, and what is least lacking in this university is the exploration of the unknown (seeking death).

So, under Christine’s tireless exploration (seeking death), she finally learned a piece of information.

Once, there was a burglary at Miskatonic University, and the thief died in the library, but this is not important. What is important is that it is rumored that the thief is not a human, but a monster bred by a hybrid of some terrible existence and humans. After that, the three professors even went to the town of Dunwich where the thief was born.

No one knows what they did there, but they all looked haggard after returning, as if they had witnessed the most extreme fear in the world.

Of course, Christine did not meet the three professors, but this did not prevent her from making a decision.

That is, she also wants to go to Dunwich, Sentinel Hill, to see what is there. Maybe... that is an opportunity to get inspiration!

So Christine took a leave of absence from Miskatonic University with her bag on her back, and went to Sentinel Hill in Dunwich, where she stayed for three whole days.

No one knows what Christine encountered, but she only knows that after she came back, she locked herself in the studio with an expression of "I can die if I hear the truth in the morning". She did not go out for a whole planet, and then painted that empty ghost.

However, at this time, Christine's reason seemed to finally come back online.

"I have no idea why I became like this. Looking at the painting in front of me, I can't imagine that this was drawn by my hand! So evil, so terrifying, so blasphemous! Why, why would I draw such a thing? Is this really drawn by me? Although the paint on my body and the brush in my hand show this, I don't know why, I have no memory of that time at all... "

"This is not me, this is drawn by someone with the help of my hand, that night! That night at Sentinel Ridge! What did I see! No, I don't want to remember it, I made a big mistake! I shouldn't have responded to that call, I don't want to do this...!!"

The diary ended here.

"I just can't understand why these artists always like to seek their own death."

Duanmu Huai curled his lips and threw the diary on the table. To be honest, he didn't know much about art itself, but for a crazy person like Christine, he really couldn't understand it. Of course, whether in their world or here, artists are basically not good things. They are either troublemakers or troublemakers...

"Sentinel Ridge..."

Looking at the contents of the diary, Anthony frowned.

"I remember seeing the name Dunwich in a case file. Maybe I should check that case to see what happened."

Anthony got up and went to work after he finished speaking. Only Duanmu Huai was still sitting there, staring at the diary in front of him.

I have to say that although Christine is a crazy person, that sentence still makes sense.

The oldest and strongest emotion of human beings is fear. And the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown.

Well...I don't know why, Duanmu Huai felt very kind when he saw this sentence.

In fact, it is normal to think about it carefully. This is like deep-sea phobia. When you look at the bottomless deep sea, the fear from the heart is because you don't know what is in the deep sea, so you will think wildly. If you think too much, you will scare yourself.

This is essentially no different from bumping into a ghost on the road at night or being surrounded by enemies.

But it's obvious that Duanmuhuai thinks so, but the system doesn't.

Because at this moment, a system prompt popped up in front of Duanmu Huai.

[Activate the special mission "The Source of Fear"]

[The oldest and strongest fear is the fear of destruction and death! 】

[Mission goal: Players are invited to go to Sentinel Ridge, show their strength, defeat the opponent, and become the real source of fear! 】

“………………………………”

Seeing this, Duanmu Huai was speechless.

What's going on with this broken system? Are you trying to get yourself into trouble?

He doesn't want to engage in this duel!

If people like fear, just let it go. Why do I have to compete with it on this! And Duanmu Huai thinks this sentence is quite reasonable, but unfortunately the system doesn't want him to think it, but wants him to think it... Then there is nothing he can do.

Can I just admit defeat?

Unfortunately, it seems that this task does not allow Duanmu Huai to admit defeat.

Well, I have to compete with the other party...what do you think?

MMP…………

Duanmu Huai now felt like he was sitting at home, and the pot came from the sky. He could think with his buttocks that if he completed this task by himself, he might be afraid +1.

It's not over, right?

The reason why Duanmu Huai didn't want to take on this mission was simple, because he knew what was at Sentinel Ridge, which was the ultimate void beyond all planets, beyond all universes, and beyond all matter, an infinite space. The thing that exists and self consists of, everything is in it, and it is also connected to the ultimate source that gives life to all in the boundless scope. At the same time, this is a world without limit and beyond all whims and imaginations. The absolute scope of digital logic and so on.

That is Yog-Sothoth, who is called the One who unites all things.

Duanmu Huai would only go to trouble with this foreign god who was even more advanced than the treacherous and cunning one!

Not to mention, technically he and Yog-Sothoth have a grudge!

At the junction, Duanmuhuai killed the Beast of Elden, and its strange appearance reminded Duanmuhuai of Yog-Sothoth.

Because according to records, the image of Yog-Sothoth is a collection of rainbow-colored spheres, shining with a strange and malicious light—in other words, the Beast of Elden is sent by Yog-Sothoth to manage the border. However, he was killed by Duanmu Huai.

Under such circumstances, Duanmuhuai took the initiative to trouble Yog-Sothoth because he was mentally lame. Was it because he thought he lived too long?

But come to think of it, maybe not Yog-Sothoth?

No matter what, Duanmu Huai cannot escape forever, and he is also a god. To be honest, I have to give it a try...

Thinking of this, Duanmuhuai stood up and bumped into Anthony who was walking back.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I'm going to Sentinel Ridge, and I think that's where it ends."

"I'll go with you too."

Hearing Duanmuhuai's words, Anthony hurriedly picked up his coat, but Duanmuhuai stretched out his hand to stop him.

"I advise you not to go. This is not as easy as the previous adventure in the museum. Frankly speaking, I may encounter quite a big trouble, and you may become the second Christine." …I don’t think you want to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, immersed in endless panic and fear, and then become a walking zombie.”

"this……………"

Hearing Duanmuhuai's words, Anthony hesitated and wavered. He thought of Christine's tragic situation. To be honest, Anthony certainly didn't want to become the kind of person who is neither human nor ghost, but... …

"Are you sure it's okay for you to be alone?"

"It should probably be fine."

Duanmuhuai was not without options. In fact, when he saw the task, Duanmuhuai had already thought of a solution.

But this method...he really didn't want to use it.

In the end, Anthony listened to Duanmuhuai and said that he would not go to Sentinel Ridge, but he asked Duanmuhuai to write a report to himself after he settled the matter. Duanmuhuai also nodded in agreement, and then asked the maid to drive him to Sentinel Ridge in the small town of Dunwich.

This is a mountain that looks very ordinary, but it also has an unusual side - looking along the ridge, you can see a trail that extends from the mountainside to the top of the mountain. It was not dug out by manpower, but more like some kind of extremely large being that overturned the trees in the woods, and then used its body to open a road to the top of the mountain in the woods.

Not only that, this road is extremely barren, not even the grass can be seen, and the trees on both sides have long since died.

"call……………"

After telling the maid to drive the car farther away, Duanmuhuai walked along this road towards the top of Sentinel Ridge.

At this moment, dark clouds emerged from nowhere and gradually enveloped the entire sky.

The calls of nighthawks echoed through the forest, as if they were performing some kind of ritual.

Duanmuhuai clenched his cane and stared coldly at the top of the mountain in front of him.

Then he took the first step.