Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

This city in the Xilu Basin, located in the middle of the Yapin Mountains, had once been famous for its art and textile products. It was even called the "City of Art" because it had given birth to many masters. Of course, it was also known as the City of Art. Those masters had long passed away. However, the works and deeds they left behind remained in this city, causing the city to shine brightly.    

"So when did I die?"    

On the second floor of the small shop called "Mu Ge," a strong man with a big beard was happily holding a teacup.    

"I remember the reason I made up back then was that I was perfectly satisfied after carving a world-shocking masterpiece and then fell into a deep sleep. In the end, I was inexplicably arranged to die of exhaustion in the studio... So, Dante, are you really not going to give us an explanation? "    

"Don't talk about 'dying'. In the east, this kind of saying means to cut off the following meaning. If you use it here, it will appear that you are very uncultured... Alright."    

Looking at the group of bearded artists that surrounded him and trapped him in the middle, Dante finally sighed.    

"Michelangelo, I didn't ask you to come and find trouble with me... Listen to me first, okay?"    

"Alright."    

The group of bearded men carried their teacups and sat back down.    

"You go first. We'll see what you have to say first."    

"It's not a big deal."    

Dante tried his best to squeeze out a smile.    

"I just want everyone to help me design a design for a friend..."    

"No!"    

The group of big shots looked at each other and then happily shook their heads.    

"Do you think we are free?"    

"You..."    

Dante felt a headache coming on as he faced these bastards in front of him.    

How the f * ck could all of you not be idle?    

As the chairman of the "Florence Literature and Art Exchange Meeting," Dante was very clear. When these old fellows were young, they might even have the heart to sacrifice themselves for the art. But after enjoying the dividends from the exchange meeting, these old hoodlums returned to their original selves one after another.    

As artists, their thinking had always been jumping, and their instinct to pursue art had made them stick to the trend - or rather, create the trend. A while ago, this group of old men had suddenly had the idea of painting everyone into a green-haired turtle. They had even made it into a movie. As for now... The old men were obviously obsessed with motorcycles again, and they started to grow their shaved beards again. They even bought several heavy Harley motorcycles to blow up the street.    

If it wasn't for those dogsh * t motorcycles, Dante wouldn't have gotten up so early.    

"Forget it..."    

Rubbing his aching head, Dante decided not to fuss about this for the time being.    

"Anyway, this is a big job, no one should drop the ball. Try to dress up as handsome as possible, or else you might get hammered to death."    

"Fight?"    

A group of bearded men revealed smiles, their snow-white teeth flickering with a cold light.    

Although they were all artists, it didn't mean that they were really some so-called "weak scholar" - carving huge stones on the roof, painting. Which one of them didn't have physical strength and didn't have the strength to shoulder two shoulders? Who came here for this? As for those scholars who didn't put in much effort...    

Their bodies weren't that good, but they could afford guns.    

"They actually dare to provoke our Florence's Motorcycle Gang? That kid is dead!"    

A group of bearded men roared.    

"If that kid dares to cause trouble, we'll beat him up!"    

"You..."    

Looking at the scene in front of him, Dante felt a sharp pain in his teeth.    

"I advise you guys to..."    

Thump, thump, thump -    

Before Dante could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door downstairs.    

"Hello? Is anyone there?"    

"Yes!"    

The burly man known as Michelangelo rushed down with a group of bearded men.    

"I'm coming!"    

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"Before you came, say something..."    

On the first floor of the small shop called "Mu Ge," Dante looked at the bald man who was trying on the clothes in front of him and smiled helplessly.    

"At least I can prepare..."    

"Prepare what? There's no need to prepare."    

Du Kang was somewhat puzzled.    

"I'm just here to make a pose. I thought you know a lot of people who do art, so I asked you to help introduce me... Why are you preparing to do it?"    

"Er... I still need to prepare."    

Glancing at those big bearded men with swollen faces beside him, Dante's smile became even more forced.    

"After all, your strength is really... I have to prepare for it. After all, those strange gods have to prepare for their arrival. Otherwise, there will be a big problem. You have to be even more careful with your words. "    

"There is no need to go through so much trouble... I am not a god. Just treat me like an ordinary person, there's no need to do so much."    

Sighing helplessly, Du Kang picked up a tactical trench coat.    

"What do you think about me wearing this?"    

"Okay!" "[Handsome!]" "Bullsh * t!"    

The bearded artists all cheered. They had just been beaten up, so how could they dare to say no?    

"Wait... I don't think it's possible."    

The bearded man named Michelangelo shook his head.    

"Muscles are the best clothes for men. So this T-shirt should be taken off... Yes, this will make you look more powerful and manly, and you will need a motorcycle..."    

...    

"So this is really not a problem? "    

Riding on an exaggerated motorcycle? Du Kang was wearing a leather jacket, revealing his chest and chest. A thick gold chain was hanging on his neck. The large sunglasses covered half of his face. A Remington shotgun was inserted into the frame of the motorcycle.    

"No problem! Definitely no problem!"    

The artists who were playing with motorcycles started to cheer.    

"That's right! He's like a war god on the road!"    

"This design is indeed not bad..."    

Looking at that mysterious and mighty appearance, Dante subconsciously furrowed his brows.    

"But I keep feeling that the clothes do not match... Hmm?"    

Dante seemed to have thought of something and clapped his hands.    

"Don't you have armor? Try it on?"    

"Armor? Don't."    

Du Kang felt his teeth ache.    

"I am going to see the lady, not to fight a war... What is the meaning of wearing armor?"    

"Handsome, the impression points are very important."    

As he spoke, Dante shook the red windbreaker on his body.    

"If you want to see a woman, why don't you wear something more handsome? It looks like it. I remember you told me that year. How did you forget?"    

" But wearing armor on the road is easy to get caught by the traffic police. "    

Du Kang had a serious expression.    

"Driving a two-wheeled motorcycle, not wearing a safety helmet, two points deducted... Besides, I still want to wear normal clothes."    

Recalling the ferocious facial armor on his armor, Du Kang couldn't help but shake his head.    

"After all, it's not good to scare her."