When weird whispers became the background of the world, when the loving priest cast hungry eyes in front of the altar - I realized that the first lesson of survival is sacrifice. Maybe it's a chrysanthemum, maybe it's more.
In this "Black Age" where the old gods have come to an end and science has become dusty, madness is the only reason. I struggled to survive, but finally chose to embrace the abyss and become the pope of crazy beliefs, letting half the continent resound with my name, whether it was curses or prayers.
Era changes, civilization reincarnates. I transformed from a mastermind in the superstitious era to a "legend" walking around the world in the scientific era. They revere me, study me, and try to deconstruct me into a historical footnote. However, they don't understand that when a person lives for a long time, what he witnesses is no longer history——
He is history itself.
Now, the journey to the sea of stars has begun, and the entire civilization will face a question that spans eternity: When the kind "old immortal" smiles and waves to mankind, is what lingers on his fingertips a blessing or a prelude to the end?
Cthulhu · Good and evil protagonist · Immortality · Dark fantasy · Behind the scenes · Invincible flow · No CP
