The Old God Used Me as a Container, and I Swallowed It with My Backhand

[Strange stories about rules + suspenseful infinite flow + Cthulhu + copy flow + god-killing cool article] The old gods are sleeping in the abyss, and the dead are surviving in the corridors. This is a strange world where rules are death and fear is nourishment. All the fear and death are feeding the awakening of a sleeping Great Old One. And I, Shen Yuan, am its specially appointed vessel. Good. Then I'll swallow it from the inside. Instead.