Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

In the messy hall, Wei Lang was violently beating up an old man in front of him.    

"You, an elder! Dog like thing! It's clearly written in the fifth paragraph, why don't you recognize it! Speak! How many lines are there?!"    

" Two, two sections... "    

Looking at the stone tablet that had just been broken into two by Wei Lang's punch, the Wei Family elder with a swollen face struggled to raise his head.    

"What!? Why is it missing again!?"    

Wei Lang widened his eyes.    

"It's fine if you deliberately make things difficult for me. Why did you slow me down by a bit? As elders, you're making things difficult for a junior. You're so shameless! "    

As he spoke, Wei Lang beat him up even more violently.    

"Today, I will represent my family's ancestor and let you all know that there is justice in this world!"    

"Er..."    

Du Kang who was standing aside looked at Wei Lang who looked like a mad tiger and was speechless for a long time.    

Although the scene in front of him was indeed instigated by him, Wei Lang's acting was a little too much.    

"Alright, it's about time."    

A chaotic roar sounded in Wei Lang's ears.    

"This is enough. Your strength has already been exposed. Now, you can just go straight to the back of the mountain."    

"En..."    

Wei Lang let out a light breath.    

Indeed, it was more or less enough for the situation to escalate to such an extent. With this huge disturbance, he didn't need to care about his family anymore. He could just go deep into the mountains and practice martial arts with peace of mind. As for his father or Wei Ying... He had already displayed his martial arts, so these elders of the Wei Family would not dare to act rashly.    

Furthermore, Wei Qiesi and Wei Ying were also members of the Wei Family. It was fine for these elders of the Wei Family to fight for power and profit, but it was not to the extent that they would do too much to their relatives.    

This way, Wei Lang could pursue the life he wanted.    

Was the Power of the Moon what he wanted?    

Perhaps it wasn't. He just wanted to pass the coming of age ceremony.    

So, was passing the coming of age ceremony what he really wanted to do, not letting his father down?    

Perhaps not, this was only his responsibility as a child, not what he truly wanted.    

As for what he really wants to pursue...    

"Boom!"    

With a punch, the stone tablet that was already half destroyed.    

"Since you elders are making things difficult for me..."    

Facing the trembling elders in the hall, Wei Lang's heart was filled with indescribable joy.    

That's right, after getting rid of these shackles, he finally understood what he wanted.    

"From today onwards, I am no longer a member of the Wei family!"    

Facing the group of elders, Wei Lang threw his head back and let out a long roar.    

"Crazy disciple..."    

The elders of the Wei Family, who were knocked down to the ground, clenched their fists, but in the end, they couldn't do anything.    

Facing Wei Lang, they didn't even have the chance to use the Power of the Moon.    

"So what if you are crazy?"    

Wei Lang took a deep breath.    

"I want the sky to never cover my eyes again! I want this land to never bury my heart!"    

"Uh... Alright, stop showing off."    

Facing Wei Lang's arrogant manner, even Du Kang who was standing at the side could not bear to watch anymore.    

"It's about time. Let's hurry up and leave."    

"En..."    

Wei Lang thought for a while, then he put his hands on his waist and laughed in embarrassment.    

"I will cultivate in the back mountain of Wei family. Come and find me if you have the guts!"    

After laughing out loud, Wei Lang turned around and left.    

Only the bruised and battered elders of the Wei Family were left behind, as well as the broken testing stone tablet.    

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"I knew it would be like this."    

In the ruins of the ruined city, a giant wearing a yellow robe was looking at the piece of paper in front of him hatefully.    

As expected, it was this kind of method where one's brain was filled with muscles. Not only did he cut off the big foreshadowing related to the main character's family, but he also cut off the big foreshadowing related to the main character's family. Hastur could feel that the person reading this book must be an idiot who was fighting with his brain full of thoughts just like the carapace monster. After all, only those crazy martial artists could influence the main character to such an extent.    

This also made Hastur, who was already angry, even angrier.    

What he hated the most was this crazy martial artist with muscles all over his brain. After all, his real body had fallen in the hands of this crazy dog with muscles all over his brain. Although he didn't have the ability to seek revenge from that carapace monster now, but this didn't mean that he wouldn't be angry.    

It was fine if he could not write and rest all day long, but if he looked at the influence of the readers on the storyline, he would also be disgusted once again. There was no way for him to live these days.    

As for whether this book would flow into the hands of that carapace monster... Hastur felt that this was absolutely impossible. He did not think that the carapace monster, whose brain was full of muscles, would have the intention to read.    

Madman Wu only knew how to fight and fight in his mind. He definitely would not do something that only civilized creatures would do. Furthermore, that carapace monster was the number one fighter under Nyarlathotep. Right now, he should be fighting in every corner of the universe.    

Just like the group of mercenaries that Suo Sotos had just found.    

But this battle had nothing to do with him. He had long been eliminated. Right now, he was just a loser who was struggling on his last breath. Furthermore, Black Goat's extortion of him was a little too ruthless. He had to quickly take advantage of the fact that his works were selling well to write more so that he could make up for the deficit.    

But before that, he had to first cure this disgusting martial arts maniac. Only then could he be in the mood to continue writing.    

"Wei Lang betrayed the Wei family, and all the lines of the plot have been cut off..."    

Hastur fell into deep thought.    

"The family is gone, the women are gone, and even the fortunate encounters are gone. The only thing left is to think about fighting... Why does this path seem more and more familiar the more I look at it?"    

It was indeed very familiar. This style of action was exactly the same as the carapace monster.    

"But it doesn't matter, I'll arrange it for you right away."    

Blood dripped from Hastur's tentacle.    

Using blood as ink, using one's body as a pen. Hastur recklessly smeared it on the paper in front of him. Large sections of unknown words were written by Hastur. They were profound and obscure. It carried an inexplicable sense of ancient meaning. When the text landed on the paper, it disappeared in the blink of an eye. Only the yellowed page remained, quietly floating in midair. It fluttered in the wind.    

"Hu..."    

Hastur took back his tentacle and let out a long sigh of relief.    

Although it was only an adaptation of the storyline, the writing efficiency was even higher than all his previous works.    

Not only because he had sufficient inspiration, but also because he had the thrill of revenge.    

"I'm comfortable now..."    

Hastur stretched his tentacles and stretched his body.    

Now that his thoughts were clear, he could go to work.    

"You like to mess around, don't you..."    

Taking off the page that was floating in midair, Hastur revealed a smile.    

"This time, I will make sure you are well prepared."