"Seven billion people around the world have collectively traveled through the Doomsday of Cthulhu, and you have obtained the SSS-level talent [Hand of Annihilation]—the ability to tear apart the flesh and blood of ancient gods with your bare hands."
When the bloody moonlight pierced the sky, Shen Mo was holding the scalpel against the girl's throat. Heavy rain washed away the ruins of the hospital, and a scarlet prompt popped up on the watch: [The recovery progress of the old days is 1%, and the current survival rate is 99.97%]
Three days ago, the howl of the deep divers that penetrated the Pacific Ocean caused all humans to fall into this world that was dismembered by the ancient gods. Acid rain corroded reinforced concrete, giant anglers with tentacles were swimming in the clouds, and Shen Mo discovered that his right hand could swallow those indescribable things.
"Don't touch the heart of the aberration." The girl with a single ponytail who was pressed against the wall suddenly said, her white coat soaked in blue blood, "That is the uterus of the Cthulhu larvae." The badge read [Lin You·Spiritual Value∞].
When others knelt down and worshiped the evil god in exchange for shelter, Shen Mo crushed the embryo that gave birth to the old ruler; when the survivor camp turned into a nest of human-faced rats, Lin You used a lancet to cut open his left chest and took out a mechanical heart beating with starlight.
On the seventh day of the rainstorm, twelve R'lyeh phantoms rose from the bottom of the sea. When Shen Mo tore open the starry sky curtain, she heard Lin You chuckle behind her: "Finally, we've waited until humans can look directly at Yog-Sothoth." Deep in her pupils, the golden gears began to rotate in the opposite direction.
This doomsday was actually a festival dedicated to the alien gods, and they were the only ones who slipped through the net.
