In the world, there were gods who obeyed the rules, whether good or evil. But there were also evil gods who defied the rules. 
When a traverser was confronted by the rules that he could never conform to, the resulting collision marks the beginning of the story of an evil god…
This is the story of a good man who transformed into a great jellyfish, then traversed his world to arrive at a world of swords and magic. His journey of searching and exploring eventually led to him remaking nature and changing the world. 

I got reincarnated... by Cthulhu?

Inspiration from southgamez

There was a meteorologically strange weather pattern in Eastern State that December. A heavy storm hit the town later that month, almost drowning the entire city. The common flu was a result of this shift in weather; most hospitals were covered in long cues, and the local authorities had even set up a large quarantine center. All the communication channels and traffic were heavily monitored. It did not help to ease the concern of the people. The situation in Eastern State was heavily scrutinized by the rest of the nation; they were worried that the illness might not be able to be contained.
In an area unknown to the normal citizens, inside Eastern Phecda's Medical Department, there hung an even heavier cloud. Inside the psychology building, a big conference room on the tenth floor was remade into a 'Dreaming Room'. All forty-six people who participated in the mission were lying in the comfortable lounge, and they were connected to various machines. Their brain waves, heart rate, and other data were closely monitored. After they entered their lucid dream, their encephalograms started to change, but the operating members had no idea what it meant.
"Mr. Jiang, is this a positive development?" Yao Sinian asked a middle-aged man. Behind the man were six other members who were younger than him. Jiang Mingchang was a normal-looking fella who was slightly underweight. Dressed in a simple black suit, he could easily fade into the background if not for his pair of eyes that spoke of great depth of knowledge. He and his people were the surprise aid provided to Phecda. They were all members from 'Angell's Order'.
It was 1925 when George Gammell Angell, the Professor Emeritus of Semitic Languages at Brown University, encountered a strange young man by the name of Wilcox. The young man had brought to Prof Angell a strange clay figurine and described his strange dream to him. The young man's intention was to seek the prof's aid to help him decipher the hieroglyphs on the clay figurine, but Prof Angell had found other leads from it. It was one related to a cult and a 'collective nightmare-induced hysteria' that mushroomed all over the world in the summer of 1925.
However, this incident was only privately investigated by Prof Angell. Due to the widespread hysteria and the cross borders of multiple countries, it was not picked up by the media. Furthermore, the communication technology back then was not as advanced as it was today. Therefore, other than the few news clippings that the professor himself found, there were no other clues.
By agreeing to study Wilcox's dream, Prof Angell had encountered some surprising secrets about the cult. But not long after that, Prof Angell died. Granted, he was already at the advanced age of ninety-two, and he was positively identified by the police to have died from an acute heart attack. The Order, however, believed that Prof Angell's death was due to foul play. He was murdered by the members of the cult.
Prof Angell's death was not the end because his grandnephew and some of his students gathered to form this organization, Angell's Order, to continue the study of his work, on dreams, and on the cult. There were two reasons they had kept a low profile. One was to stay away from the cult, and the second was because their research was not the kind that would be appreciated by the mainstream scientific society. Over the years, the Order had expanded and had picked up members all over the world. This Mr. Jiang was one of them.
However, Phecda knew nothing more about the Order. They still had many secrets about themselves. Regardless, it was Mr. Jiang who introduced Phecda to the research about the dream and the dream world as well as the knowledge that they had on the R'yleh Cult. They believed that it was the same cult that they had been studying. In fact, the Order had long since translated the statement "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn"
"In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."
"We call them the Cult of Cthulhu," Mr. Jiang informed Phecda. "The cultists believe in the presence of Cthulhu, which is the closest translation of its name that can be pronounced by the human tongue. They see this kind of existence as one of the Great Old Ones. Our research leads us to believe that the leader of the Cult is an old Chinese man who resides deep inside a mountain. He is known to the foreign cultist as 'The Undying One'. The goal of this cult is to awaken Cthulhu from its slumber inside the underwater city of R'yleh and return it to this world."
The information provided by Angell's Order matched the exploration and prediction provided by Gu Jun and the rest. The Order believed that should the cult succeed, it would be the end of humanity. At the current stage, humanity should not even attempt to consider fighting the Great Old Ones but instead should focus on how to stop their arrival or rather how to avoid their detection. This matched Gu Jun's action of blowing up the channel to the foreign world.
The aid from Mr. Jiang brought renewed hope to Yao Sinian and Elder Tong, but at the same time, they had their reservations. Why would the order offer such great help all of a sudden? What was their goal?
"We hope to bring the Order out into the light through this cooperation and show the rest of the globe our willingness to cooperate," Mr. Jiang said in answer. "Times have changed, and so should the Order."
Then he added that it was him who proposed to the Order that they should reach out to Phecda for this cooperation. "I know how dangerous this Nightmare Illness is, and we cannot sit idle anymore."
According to Mr. Jiang, Angell's Order was not a religious organization but an academic one. Their goal was completely different from the Cult of Cthulhu.
The Order was not all-knowing. After all, they were just a collection of academics. The only leg up they had was that they had started their research much earlier than Phecda. They had no solution to stop the Nightmare Illness, and they did not know much about spells, but they could provide tons of help in lucid dreaming.
'Should we believe these people?' After much consideration, Phecda decided the best course of action was to accept their offer of help while keeping them under close observation.
"There are two kinds of lucid dreams. One is to submerge oneself into the sea of one's unconsciousness; the second one is to enter into the Dreamlands." The Dreamlands was how Prof Angell referred to the dream world. "Only a small number of people have the talent to enter the Dreamland. Even our Order has had little success with it, and the few successes were all thanks for lucky coincidences. But the situation here is different. A large number of people have entered that nightmare, and within this short period of time, they still have a lingering spiritual connection with that place. That means that we can use Gu Jun as the anchor. Since he is still inside the nightmare and has shown the ability to respond to the calls of the dreamers, perhaps we can reach him and enter the Dreamlands through lucid dreaming. But to do that, we need people that he is familiar with, people that he will easily be able to tune into spiritually."
After a long discussion, Phecda finally decided to give it a try, or rather, Elder Tong and Yao Sinian pushed them to this decision. For the two of them, they could not let the cult succeed and could not afford to lose Gu Jun. Furthermore, they had to prevent the situation at Eastern State from worsening.
"We might only have one chance. This will greatly exhaust one's mental power. Those who enter the dreamlands will have their spirituality drained, and they might not enter it again." It was this one time that the forty-six Dreamers entered the Dreamlands to help Gu Jun and Wu Siyu. A lot of people were selected, but it was a wild guess how many of them would be able to arrive at the Dreamlands. All of them were willing to take the double-risk. One risk was to place their faith in the Angell's Order, and the other… well, entering the Dreamlands itself was a great risk.
Di, di, di!
Inside the control central, various machines beeped noisily. The workers stared quietly at the data on the different monitors. Suddenly, all the dreamers' encephalograms started to shift, forming irregular patterns that did not match any common standard. But this data matched the data provided by the Order of the other dreamers quite perfectly.
"…" Tang Zhifeng, the leader of the psychology team, was stunned. Not all who were familiar with Gu Jun had volunteered to enter the lucid dream; most of the commanders had to stay behind.
"They have entered the Dreamlands," Mr. Jiang said. A suppressed excitement radiated from him, but the other six members of his order did not have the same emotional control as he did. Yao Sinian observed this quietly. If the man was not lying, this was also the first time Angell's Order had participated in a successful lucid dreaming on such a large scale. But soon, the data on the monitors became increasingly maddening and hard to read. Even Mr. Jiang was shocked; he had not encountered this before.
"The things that they are currently experiencing in the Dreamlands…" Mr. Jiang admitted his ignorance. "… are things that we have not been exposed to before."
That announcement pulled at the guts of everyone present. The dreamers' heart rates had gone over the safe rate. Some had reached extremely dangerous levels; their faces were distorted in pain, and their bodies were soaked in sweat. However, Mr. Jiang warned that the dreamers should never be woken up abruptly, or it would place them in even deeper danger.
All of a sudden, someone inside the dreaming world startled awake. He gasped heavily. "Ah Jun…"
It was Uncle Dan. Then more slipped back into the waking world. Lin Mo, Yu Xiaoyong, and Lou Xiaoning appeared like they had been through the wringer. Their faces were pale beyond belief.
"Ah Jun, Ah Jun, he…" Prof Shen said hoarsely, and his eyes were rimmed red. He stopped himself from finishing the sentence. He was still holding onto hope. Right at that moment, the dreamers who had awakened and the people inside the monitor room saw a blurry shadow appear inside the crowded dreaming room. The dimension appeared to have broken, and the space rippled into a crack. Through the many cameras, they only saw a black shadow that was twisting and contorting. Before the people could react, a figure leaped out from the dimensional crack. She stumbled over. In a cotton dress, carrying a book, a medic kit, and a bag of food, it was Wu Siyu.
She stood for a while before dropping the medic kit and the food expressionlessly. Then she lay on the ground while hugging the book. She gave a long sigh and then stared numbly at the ceiling.
At the same time, the rest of the dreamers who shared the deepest bond with Gu Jun—people like Elder Tong, Prof Gu, Cai Zixuan, and Wang Ruoxiang—woke up. They were like fish out of water. They gulped in deep breaths as they whipped their heads around. Their faces were lined in shock, fear, and sadness…
"Ah Jun, where's Ah Jun?"
"Is Ah Jun here?"
"Gu Jun?"
They screamed the young man's name as they scoured their surroundings. Gu Jun was wearing a cotton outfit, so he would stand out if he was there. But there was only one person in a cotton outfit inside the room, and that was Wu Siyu.
"Don't waste your time," Wu Siyu said as her voice cracked. "He did not come back."
She could not sense his presence anymore. Gu Jun was in another world, perhaps in the Dreamland or perhaps in heaven. Someone like him… deserved a spot in heaven, right? She resisted the heavy tears, wondering if stupidity was a kind of sin.
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The once-bustling and noisy streets were now filled with an eerie blanket of silence.
Hoarse and frenzied whispers lingered high above the heavens, and an indescribable ancient giant lurked in the shadows of the bottomless ocean.
A mysterious plague had outbroken, and natural disasters wrought the Earth. Global pandemic and catastrophes had the panicked masses seeking illusory shelters from the devastation, day and night.
A bloody shower poured over the land as the streaks of lightning tore across the sky, illuminating the ill-intentioned gathering of ravens above. Nevermore, nevermore, quoth the ravens.
"We can see that this malformed creature has twelve pairs of ribs like humans, but also has a "transverse bone" that humans do not possess..."
In the medical school, Gu Jun continued bringing down his scalpel, illustrating the abnormal thoracic structure of the malformed cadaver on the dissection table to the surrounding students.
Ominous and treacherous times had descended! Truth and logic had crumbled, order warped into a frenzy. Humanity can only forge ahead through the power of intelligence and wisdom.
Dive into this Lovecraftian horror and witness madness come to life. 

The drawback I took was more literal that I intended. Indeed, the moment I stepped outside of the House of Mysteries and walked the sands of the Miskatonic region I never do get a moment of peace. In this case it is my intrusion into the world that catches attention. This…universe. It is all a dream. The dream of Azathoth. I know it because I encountered such worlds before in the DC universe. Sufficiently powerful entities imposed their will onto the world and shaped it. The only question is what is the true reality beyond Azathoth's dreams? It is a question that I don't bother to ponder.

What I do handle though are the various creatures that are sensitive to interdimensional travel. I…underestimated how strange my nature because cultists are sent to dog me apparently having been sent revelations by their various 'gods' about me. Considering the usual make up for cultists they all met a rather swift end. Really my claiming of their souls was a mercy. I did not bear to think about what the usual afterlife was in these worlds and the gods they promised themselves to don't really seem to be the good sort.

It is also surprisingly easy to find a rather well to do man in the area that was rather isolated and was involved enough in the mythos for me to safely target them. Assuming their identity was the height of simplicity. After all the man was considered 'eccentric,' by those around him though they used much…harsher words than I.

Of course the interesting events never ceased coming to me. The cultist dried up after the second month. The various observers apparently getting the hint. That said that is around the time that various monsters began making their way to me. They made excellent familiars. Surprisingly enough the majority of the creatures I devoured weren't exactly evil. Indeed many were simply wild animals that tried to devour anything that looked like prey and humans were, in the end, prey in this universe. The Dark Binding could not protect me from any of their corrupting influence. That said my own unbreakable will and the protections Son of Old Man Henderson provides is enough to handle them.

That said an issue die pop up that dearly required my attention. On February 28, 1925 an incident occurred that immediately gave rise to enough cases of madness in the world so as to be notable. Among the myriad insane asylums and cultists that I was dealing with muttered the same message, even if the wording was often incredibly variable. "In his house at R'lyeh. Dead Cthulhu waits dreaming." I knew what I was going to do.

---

"Is this a wise idea master?" my butler says as he stands to see me off from the House. It was a surprisingly bumpy ride. R'lyeh had some defenses against trans-dimensional travel. I understood why, after all the Necronomicon did take not of many wars amongst the Old Ones. Notable among them was Cthulhu's own against his brother. It wouldn't do for the capital of the High Priest of the Outer Gods to be invaded easily. Of course the House of Mysteries proved more than enough to circumvent them.

I smirk. "Probably not," I state. "But I should at least try," I continue as I walk past the door and gaze at the ruined mountain peak of R'lyeh piercing the ocean to give image that it is an island. From its oozing sides I felt something tug at my mind, something powerful. "Oz'gell," I state slightly shaken. "The moment I step on the island take the house and leave," I order upon which the goat headed butler nods in understanding. Walking down the steps and onto the sandy shore I give one last glance at my house before walking forward.

---
The stars are not yet right. I know this. Reading the Necronomicon has given me enough understanding of this universe to actual calculate when the stars would be right. It will be millions more years before the stars are right once more, but one must account for the fact that this entire world is a dream. A dream by a god that is one of the few things that I can compare to my benefactor, but a dream nonetheless. It doesn't have to make sense. It just is. So it is that this time marks a period where the stars are sort off right. Enough to fool Cthulhu at least and now I have to ensure that it returns to sleep.

Floating above the edifice I can't help but admire how it is constructed. The ooze and mud and stone that make it all up seems primitive but is utterly infused with a power that screamed at my own magical senses, declaring what they were. The city is forged by magic, not technology. The senses originating from my teleportation magic alert me to the weak dimensional barriers. The world does not support its power completely so the state of disrepair in what is probably a truly grand sight. I stop when I finally reach what I was looking for.

A great stone door 45 meters wide and 90 tall or at least just about. It is utterly covered in the familiar runes of the Old Ones. The door did not need my prodding to open. After all why would the ruler of R'lyeh make the door to its sanctum openable by those outside. A simple knock, enhanced by my magic is all I need before the door leans inward, darkness rushing outward reeking of incredibly aged and rotted magic.

That is when enormous green claws rushes outward and grabs me.do not react as the great slimy hand grasps me in a grip that would have shattered normel men. Indeed, the strength is enough to buckle steel. But I am indestructible. Being dragged into the deep gloom of the throne tomb I idly look at the area around me, my eyes glowing crimson to provide me better vision. A part of me wants to run away, teleport to safety to the other side of the world, but I squash that. I had a plan. A hasty and ill thought out one, but a plan nonetheless.

Ever so slowly the hand gripping me brings me to face the lord of R'lyeh. A humanoid creatures with the head of a cuttlefish and the body of a dragon. Such was the description of Cthulhu and it is fairly accurate. The aura of surreal terror and power that blared from the being though reveals the truth. It is a form that it prefers but can easily change. If I did not have an unbreakable will and an impregnable mind I am sure I would have become a gibbering wreck by now, such was the full psychic insight that the creature's presence exuded. But thankfully it was weak. The stars are only partly right and Cthulhu still lies half dead.

"Ymg' ahmgr'luh ya n'gha'agl ng nafl'fhtagn ya. Ahh" the creature speaks, resonant tones echoing from its bulbous heads as if a dozen voices were speaking all stating a subtly different word. Still I recognize it. The language of R'lyeh. The language of the Great Old Ones. Its contents are simple, made easier by the sheer psychic presence that tries to drive their meaning into my mind. 'You Seek My Tomb and Awaken Me. Why?'

I clear my throat and pull a dozen souls from my binding to serve as extra mouths. My body grows more indistinct as I accommodate new form through my flesh. "Y' l' nog ymg' ai ot yogfm'll. F' ah mgephai legethog" I speak out carefully. My accent must be atrocious given the way the creature seems to huff in amusement.

"Ymg' ai mgleth" it murmurs in a voice that still tries to shatter my mind and then it lets me go, actually bending down and setting me down on the ground of the tomb. It was covered in slime and darkness. The echoing remnants of a thousand spells of stasis interwoven throughout it. Was the darkness part of the stasis spell as well?

I shake my head and instead look at the large creature. It towered over me. The chamber is actually larger than it is outside which makes sense but there are echoes that remind me uncomfortably of the House of Mysteries. Yes, this is a land that is utterly linked to Cthulhu's will. No sooner have I got that thought that the room seems to…shift. One moment I stand in a cyclopean chamber cover with salty mud and slime and filled with arcane frescos than the next I am in a great stone court right out of ancient times though, I note idly as I look at the carvings in the wall, the eldritch nature is still present though greatly subdued.

"You are human yet not. So this form will do," a man speak. He is androgynous and wears an immaculate white robe, though I can see patterns appear on it and then fade with time and the barest hint of his movements. His face is framed by long bright green hair that reaches all the way to his feet. He is standing before the throne of the court and he is Cthulhu.

Spoiler: The High Priest of the Outer Gods


I quirked a brow. "I did not think that humans existed while your kin was awake," I state questioningly.

The man only smiles before sitting on the throne. "It is a form that the Great Soul of the Outer Gods gave to us long ago. Indeed it has been useful when speaking to those our lesser though only now do I encounter your race directly and know that the form I use as my mask comes from your race. I do not know whether to feel pity or jealousy for your kind that the Great Messenger finds interest in your kind," it states imperiously.

Well I've heard of those titles before and there is only one type of being that the Great Old Ones would venerate so. Nyarlahotep is the one that gave the image to the Eldritch beings of this world. I do not how to feel about that. Belatedly I realize that Nyarlahotep, as the messenger of the Outer Gods, was the main means of communication between them and their Old One worshippers. Nyarlahotep, the crawling chaos, the only Outer God that is indubitably evil.

"I see, thank you for illuminating me then your majesty," I state, falling back on politeness. "Now that my message has been received I believe that I will depart. It will not do to…"

"What is the rush?" the human Cthulhu says, suddenly appearing in front with an expression of curiosity on his smiling face as it tilts to the side. I can't tell if it was malicious or genuine. "I have been sleeping for time uncountable. This is a good distraction from one of my dreams and I have always been curious about this false world."

I can only acquiesce.


AN: I've decided to just do short chapters in order to get things along faster.Tell me," Cthulhu of R'lyeh says across a stone table that he conjured into being for our conversation. "What has the world come to? I do not sense the Gothg present. What has come to them now that my people no longer rule the land?" he asks curiously.

Gothg? My mind tries to search for what he talks about until I remember a phrase in the Necronomicon's histories. Gothg, the Elder Things. "They no longer walk the world," I state immediately. "The shoggoth overthrew them a million years ago," I continue. "Only a few in hibernation yet live in the planet. The few living shoggoth will kill them if they awaken."

"Hah," the king of R'lyeh says. "Serves them right. They based their civilization on their precious pets and did not focus on anything else though I would have loved to witness their demise. Perhaps something to observe later one," he continues, amusement and contemplation lacing his voice. The relationship between Great Old Ones and time was tenuous so it is very likely that Cthulhu could have done so.

"If I may, can I ask a question?" I inquire, maintaining my polite and formal mask, my hands flat on the table, idly tracing the runic script that decorates its surface. At the amused nod of the green haired man I continued. "What are your intentions to the natives that inhabit this world. They are rather…fragile compared to me or even the Gothg."

"Is that all?" the man says, the ever present amusement in his voice. "Nothing really. They interest me, and probably the others due to the common form we all share," he says gesturing to himself. "Perhaps pick up some worshippers and produce a few spawn," he says as he leans forward. "It depends," he finally states. "In truth it will probably depend on what emerges from them when we finally awaken. Hopefully you will be the ones to kill me."

"Kill you," I ask. "Wouldn't you want to destroy anyone who does so?"

The green haired man gives a wide, toothy smile. "Child. My end was prophesized by the Gate and the Key. It is inevitable. I have already made plans for it. Meeting my end will let me finally get unburdened by the prophecy," he continues.

I can only nod at that. There was more to it I, that much I can tell, but despite the human form and the rather…mundane conversation we are currently having an Old One was not human and their thought process is even more alien than the eldritch forces I have seen in other worlds. "Very well then. I can only hope that we do not disappoint.

The conversation became rather mundane after that. Cthulhu was curious about the world. I told him of the technology mankind can and will develop though I could tell that he was rightfully dismissive of them. He told of me of the various tales of the Old Ones, their culture and the various empires they ruled. It was nothing not covered by the Necronomicon, but a first-hand account is always better.

My own understanding of the Old Ones also increased. They truly did view mortals like humans as beneath them. Thankfully it was the in the same way one viewed a particular intelligence and trainable animal like a dog so the humans of this world at least had some hope if they did not advance enough. That said, what truly surprises me is there relationship with their progenitors, the Great Old Ones.

"The Beyond One has a what?" he asks in alarm, jumping up. His form seems to convulse and I could see the shadows of tentacles and wings and so much more slithering out from his shadow, the vivid sign that the man was not a human.

"A child," I repeat slowly. "It intends to have the being summon it to this world in the near future," I state.

"Then kill him," the old king says, a grim visage overtaking his once smiling and carefree voice. "Ensure he does not succeed in his mission."

"I would have thought you would be happy that one of the greatest of your gods are appearing in this world," I state, surprised at his demand for it was a demand. I could actually feel the pulses of power that are trying to force my mind to obey.

The man only seems to chuckle hollowly before he sits back down. "The gods are to us what we are to you. You have made no secret what human would view us at this moment. Even if we do not fear madness would you want the same to be done to the world where you and your kin slumber in?" he asks.

"I…no. No I would not. I guess I shall do so."

"Good. That is good," Cthulhu says before suddenly a very human yawns stretches across body, his body flickering and giving slight views into his more monstrous visage. "Aaaah, it seems that I have tarried long enough. I must return to my rest. Be sure to do as I have asked. I do not wish to wake up in a world ruled by my gods," he says. "Though," he adds, "before you go…"

---

I stand outside and look at the floating tip of the acropolis of R'lyeh as it sinks beneath the waves. Dimensions shudder and shake as the reality of the current age seems to reimpose itself, the ancient defenses of the dread city once more restoring itself as it enters once more long term hibernation.

"Are you sure that you wish to follow me," I ask the person that floats beside on great green wings that seem to twist out from her wide clothing.

"It is the progenitor's order to serve you and observe. I will return when you leave this world and when we awaken I shall tell him of what I have witnessed," the green haired woman says in monotone. "My will has no matter in this."

"I guess so," I state as the last of R'lyeh finally fades away, back to its resting place betwixt dimensions.

Spoiler: Starspawn



 

Inside the mansion, Living room

3rd Pov

Inside the living room, Leo and the others look at an opened bookshelf. In it, they saw a set of stairs going down.

"So uh...yeah. Look what I found, captain," said Cole

"Uh-huh, I can see it," said Leo as he saw a set of stairs going down

"Exactly, what happened in here?" questioned Leo

"Well, me and Kuina we're just exploring the whole mansion looking at some stuff, it's nothing much. That's until I go to one of the bookshelves and I tried to grab a book," said Cole

"Let me guess, the whole bookshelf just opens?" said Leo

"Yup! Hit it right on the nail, captain," said Cole

"Hey Kitt, you never told me that there's a secret room in this mansion before?" questioned Leo

"That's because there's nothing down there except for some weird language, scribbled on a wall" answered Kitt

"Weird language? Could you describe it?" questioned Leo

"...I don't know how to put it but the language is nothing but scribbled," said Kitt

"Okay, that honestly doesn't help anything at all. You know what let's just go down there. If you guys want to come with me then be my guest," said Leo as he started going down the stairs

"So uh...Kuina, you're coming?" questioned Cole

"I got nothing better to do so let's just go," said Kuina

"Okay, you...what's your name again?" questioned Cole

"My name is Kitt, Cole," introduced Kitt

"Alright, Kitt. You're coming with us?" questioned Cole

"If thats the captain order then so be it," said Kitt

"So everyone's coming then. Okay, let's get going," said Cole as he and the others started going down the stairs

Underneath the mansion

"Good God, I can't see shit down here. Hey, are you guys still with me!" said Cole as he and the others climb down the stairs

"I'm right behind you, Cole. You don't need to shout," said Kuina

"Wait, wait! Hold on a second, let me just do this and..." said Cole as he channels his electric in his body

"Done. Now, we can see more clearly," said Cole as he became a human flashlight

"Good, just don't get close to us especially Kitt since he's a robot," said Kuina

After a few minutes later, they finally reached the end of the stairs. They look around the area to only see a big room with a bunch of skeletons laying around.

"Huh, what happened in here. It looks like a shit shows down here," said Leo as he picks up a half skeleton head.

"Yeah and there's almost practically nothing in here except for these skeletons," said Cole

"Wait, didn't you say that there was a weird text down here?" questioned Leo as he looks at Kitt

"Yes, it's right over there,"  said Kitt as he pointed at the end of the room.

All of them started going there and just like what Kitt said, there is a bloody text that is written on the wall. The text says...

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn

"I uh...yeah... I don't understand it at all except the Cthulhu one. Although for some reason, I think I've heard it from somewhere before," said Cole

"I've tried every language I could find and since then none of them seems to indicate anything. It's as if this language wasn't meant to exist," said Kitt

"It says 'In his house at R'lyeah dead Cthulhu waits dreaming," said Leo as everyone even Kitt looks at him in shock

"Wait, you can understand it? How?!" said Kuina

"...Well, I hate to do this but I guess it's time for me to tell you the truth. Alright, everyone, I want everything I say stays in here and that's an order. You got it?" said Leo as everyone looks at each other and nod their head

"Alright, here we go. The reasons for how I was able to know it is because of my Devil Fruit. My Devil Fruit is called the Sakana-Sakana No Mi, Model: Cthulhu," said Leo

"Model Cthulhu? Exactly, what is a Cthulhu?" questioned Kuina

"Well, to put it short Cthulhu is an alien. A very powerful alien. I don't know when or how but from what I've known, that...thing must have crashed landed on this planet to rest," explained Leo

"And how exactly do you know all this, Leo? I mean from what you said, how do you even know if it's even an alien," said Kuina

"That's because I have the unfortunate time to meet that thing. After I ate the devil fruit, I just found out that Cthulhu is still alive. That thing was humongous and honestly, that was the only time that I got scared in my life," said Leo

"At first, I was in denial thinking that it was just some fucked up imagination that I've dreamed of. But now, this thing, these sentences right here, just proves to me that Cthulhu rests in this world. Oh and the word R'yleah, that is his 'home'," said Leo

"If you have met Cthulhu before then can you try and describe it?" questioned Kitt

"Sure. He's huge, he has a pair of dragon-like wings, has a squid for a face and it's green or well I think it's either lime green or dark green," said Leo

"Anyway, this Devil Fruit is a Mythical Zoan and what it does is pretty simple. It makes people go insane," said Leo

"Making people go insane. That's a terrifying ability," said Kitt

"Right? And that's just the tip of the iceberg. Anyway, since it's a Zoan, I can turn into Cthulhu itself. Unfortunately or well, fortunately, I can only change my hands and legs," said Leo

"Is that it? Is that all of its power?" questioned Kuina

"No, I highly doubt so. There still more where that came from, it's just that I still haven't unlocked it yet. If I'm gonna be honest, I think I might have only unlocked 10% of its power," said Leo as he looks at his hand

"Oh and I also forgot to mention that if I ever turn into Cthulhu full form, then I want all of you to close your eyes as fast as possible including you to Kitt," said Leo

"Why? Is it too ugly to look at?" joked Cole

"I wish it was but no. Remember when I said that it could make people go insane? This would also apply to its true physical form. In short, if people ever see Cthulhu true form then not just you guys but everyone in this world would go insane. Don't even try to resist it. Some tried and failed miserably. The only way I could think of trying to not go insane is as if you close your eyes. In a way, you could say that sometimes ignorance is bliss," said Leo

"Holy shit, that shit is just too Op. Can someone please nerf it, like damn how can something like this even exist in the first place!" said Cole

"Well, it wasn't meant to exist in the first place. Hell, you could even say it was also my fault. I should have just eaten another Devil Fruit but no, I just had to be so greedy," said Leo

"What did you do, captain?" questioned Kitt

"That...well, I'm not gonna talk about it. Maybe next time. Honestly, just thinking about it makes me, even more, guiltier," said Leo

"Anyway, let's get out of here. There's nothing for us to see anymore," said Leo as he started walking back to the stairs.

"...Hey, do you think we should...I don't know... try to talk to him about it?" questioned Cole

"No, it's best if we leave him alone for now. From the looks of it, it's best if we drop it for good or until he's comfortable enough to talk about it," said Kuina

"I agree with Kuina. The captain is having a guilt trip right now. It's best if we leave him to his accords for now," said Kitt

"Yeah, I guess your right. But still, the power to be able to make people go insane from mere sight? That sounds absurd. I can't believe Devil Fruit such as captain exists here. Wonder if there's anymore like that in the Grand Line," said Cole

"If there is then we gotta be prepared. We don't know how many there are going to be out there but the only thing we could do right now is to get stronger and be prepared for the worst," said Kuina

After that, everyone started climbing up the stairs and exits the mansion.

A 16-year-old shut-in teen by the name of Leo died due to heart disease and he somehow got transmigrated into a 10-year-old kid's body.Now join him as he explores the One-piece world.

INT. CTHULU'S LAIR

The ACTOR leads them deep into a cavernous LAIR full of HUMAN BONE, and strange symbols, pictographs and CREATURES far and wide, that were sleeping or staying put in little dug out parts in the walls, under the ground and in the ceiling. 

THE GAMBLER looks about as THE CREATURES stared them down. 

THE GAMBLER

Why am I feeling such dread...?

THE ACTOR

The farther in the lair you go, the closer to madness you will feel, it will be wise, that those with no eternal darkness venture no further. 

THE STRANGER 

He's right, ROUGE...I'll need you to stay here...

THE ROUGE

Yeah, I won't argue that...

THE LONER

The GAMBLER will stay with you. 

THE GAMBLER

Yeah, sure why not. 

THE ACTOR

Then let us press on gentlemen. 

THE GAMBLER AND THE ROUGE stop as they turn and head back towards the way they came, THE STRANGER and the LONER heading on behind the ACTOR. 

The ACTOR draws them farther and farther into the caverns, before stopping near a void-less dead end. 

ACTOR

The DARK ONE lies beyond that dark veil, I know not what you seek with him, he would cast you into eternal darkness without hesitation, but I sense...that that would be a release for you...good luck. 

The ACTOR turns and leaves as THE STRANGER and LONER look at the DARK VEIL and looking at each other, they nod and step through. 

The TWO are immersed in DARKNESS but are able to see in front of them, as a MAN was standing rigid in front of a very large CREATURE, the creature seemed to be asleep, it's massive monstrous dragon/squid like frame taking up a large amount of space as the MAN looks up at them with RED EYES. 

CTHULHU

I am CTHULHU, the DARK ONE, this is the vessel that speaks for me as I slumber...why have you come, human beings...do you wish to experience eternal darkness first hand, or have you simply come to die, and pledge your flesh to my beings...Wait...

The MAN takes a long whiff of the air, before beginning to chuckle. 

CTHULHU

You are not fully human, are you little one's? 

THE STRANGER 

No...

CTHULHU

I smell...The DESCENT...ahhhh...yes...

THE LONER

DARK ONE, we have come for two things.

CTHULHU

You dare come and ask things from me! How foolish...the shadows will have you!

THE STRANGER 

We are already the shadows! You cannot send us to a darkness that we do not fear, for we already have it within!

CTHULHU

Hmm...true, the words you speak. I will not waste more time with abominations such as yourself. Speak your mind, and leave me, before I decide to change my mind about your fates. 

THE LONER

We first, have come to ask you...ask you about what you know about what we are...what we will become!

THE STRANGER 

Great DARK ONE! Tell us...about THE DESCENT...

CTHULHU

THE DESCENT were created from the darkness as was I, though My darkness comes from ancients such as THE DESCENT themselves, the DESCENT were beings here before time and space even began, shapeless sentient all powerful beings of the eternal rule and dominion of the cosmos. Then...something happened, the ASCENT appeared. 

THE LONER

The ASCENT? 

CTHULHU

You do not know? Where there is darkness...so must there be light. THE ASCENT arrived, along with someone of enormous power, The ASCENT created him, as they did with life in all the solar system. 

THE LONER

God...? Are you saying these ASCENT created GOD? 

CTHULHU

God was created out of their image. The ASCENT chased the DESCENT and allowed GOD to create the worlds, in god's creation, I was created, as were other beings of darkness. The DESCENT, angered that the ASCENT created someone so powerful, so radiant and all knowing, decided they would corrupt all. So they traverse the universe, destroy the inhabitants and slowly find beings to transform into warriors. 

THE LONER

For what reason? 

CTHULHU

Simple, to wage war against the ASCENT who are out there somewhere...and to amass enough dark powers of the shadows and cosmos, to create an ANTI-GOD. 

THE STRANGER 

Why not just anoint you?

CTHULHU

I care not for cosmic war, I care not to battle GOD himself, two god's should not battle, but the weak should be ruled. And once this little angel and demon war is over, I will conquer you all. 

THE STRANGER 

Then you have led us to our second and final request...

CTHULHU

Intrigued. 

THE STRANGER 

Help us...

CTHULHU

You speak nonsense. 

THE LONER

You wish for this war, this peace to be over, we want to stop it all together, together, we can achieve this goal...

CTHULHU

The likes of THREE will not be able to stop a ethereal battle for humanity and souls. It is not and will not be possible. 

THE STRANGER 

We have no desire to fight alone, though if it is what must happen, then it is what we will do...

THE LONER

With your help CTHULHU...we will cripple both sides...leaving this world ripe for your taking...

CTHULHU

Why would you want me to destroy your world? Do you wish to live in maddening darkness and horror? 

THE LONER

Better than the fate that awaits us if we don't try....

CTHULHU

I...will agree to that. 

THE LONER

We also never said we wouldn't stop you when you tried. 

CTHULHU

Hahaha, I doubt boy, that you will live long enough to do anything about it. 

THE STRANGER 

Then please...help us...

CTHULHU breaths heavy before closing his eyes and opening them, the monstrous frame suddenly moving as the TWO jump back. 

CTHULHU

I will help. 

THE STRANGER 

Yes!

THE LONER looks relieved as THE STRANGER smiles. 

CTHULHU

But my help will only come in the form of information, since I am bound to this eternal resting place until my army has been fully amassed. 

THE STRANGER

Anything from you will be greatly appreciated oh DARK ONE!

CTHULHU

What else do you seek? 

THE LONER

We seek the help of the HORSEMEN, and of the Sentient MACHINE in MECHA. 

CTHULHU

These will take you into the HELLZONE, and EDEN. To MECHA, you will need the help of someone named THE RENEGADE, an ANGEL who fell from grace not long after the truce was made, he will know how to enter into EDEN undetected. As for the HORSEMEN, their own land within the HELLZONE is still heavily watched by HELL'S ARMY, you will need the help of the DESERTER, a demon who was stripped of his name and rank a few years ago. 

THE LONER

Where can we find these two? 

CTHULHU

I sense the DEMON in VALLARIA....the RENEGADE...is in METROP. 

THE LONER

Small town, and a big city. Great. 

THE STRANGER 

CTHULHU, if we shall need any more council, to you, we will come. 

CTHULHU

And here I will be, I do not care for the courses your inevitable lives may take, but I do issue a warning...

The TWO perk up. 

CTHULHU

Darkness knows darkness, and darkness...can feel the presence of other darkness...though there may be three of you now...A fourth is here on this planet...searching for you...preparing for when your time will come...this being will look like a man, but trust me...it is made entirely of pure darkness...a SHADOW...a shadow of your doom. Your clock is winding down...do not allow this SHADOW to catch you...or your quest may end sooner than you think.

The TWO nod and turn to leave as the MAN goes limp, his eyes closing as the darkness amerces around CTHULHU.

THE STRANGER 

The SHADOW? 

THE LONER

I'm not liking our odds very much...

THE STRANGER 

Seems like it, on top of this MAVERICK now we have this thing gunning for us...

THE LONER

Where do we go first? 

THE STRANGER 

METROP is closer…

THE LONER

The RENEGADE it is...

INT. DEN

A NURSE attends to a SICKLY MAN as a DOCTOR looks at the pupils of a MAN who was shivering and shaking madly, his eyes bright red and bloodshot as the DOCTOR looks him over. 

DOCTOR

What happened to these people...?

NURSE

I don't know sir...but they seem....like they've seen something very terrible. 

There is a gust of wind, like a chill, as the NURSE rubs her arms as she comes over and puts a blanket over another MAN, the DOCTOR looking about as he comes towards his NURSE. 

DOCTOR

I just don't understand...

VOICE

Allow me to enlighten you upon their condition...

DOCTOR

Who said that...?

The TWO turn to see someone standing at the DOORWAY, the SHADOW taking a few feet forward before appearing a bit in the light, his exposed features seemingly normal and fine, a handsome man almost. 

THE SHADOW

These people have experienced enlightenment, though from a  more darkened point of view. 

DOCTOR

And...Why, why is that? 

THE SHADOW

I showed it to them. 

NURSE

Who are you!?

THE SHADOW

Please do not raise your voice, I do not like shouting, it is a ugly quality in every sub species I have run across. 

DOCTOR

I would like you to leave, now please!

THE SHADOW

I can't do that, you see I've combed these men's brains from far and wide, and have led them here, for in their brains rests information me and my superiors would like to acquire in regards of coordinates and sightings of a few guests who seem to not want to make it on time to their party in a few months. 

DOCTOR

I don't understand...

THE SHADOW walks up towards him, placing a hand on his chest. 

THE SHADOW

I know...

The DOCTOR winces in pain as his eyes go wide as the sound of something piercing through flesh and bone can be heard as the NURSE screams, the SHADOW holding his hand forward as it was in the form of a DARK SWORD, the SHADOW pulling his arm out as the SWORD dissipates back into his hand as the NURSE backs away in horror, THE SHADOW turning to her as she grabs a gun that was lying on a nearby table, The NURSE turning as she aims and fires without hesitating, but as she did the SHADOW disappears, THE NURSE watching in horror as she turns and the SHADOW punches her in the face, the NURSE falling back as suddenly he holds a hand out and she stops in mid fall, THE NURSE watching as the SHADOW paces around her. 

THE SHADOW smiles and touches the face of a MAN who is only shaking, THE SHADOW putting his finger to the MAN'S FOREHEAD before looking at the NURSE. 

THE SHADOW

Watch...

THE SHADOW pushes his fingers into the MAN'S SKULL, the MAN screaming as the NURSE tries to shut her eyes but seemingly cannot, THE NURSE watching as BRAIN CHUNKS seem to liquify and then shoot through the shadowing finger, running up the SHADOW'S ARM and into his BRAIN, THE SHADOW rolling his eyes before pulling his finger out, the MAN'S SKULL a drained skeletal feature with loose flesh drooping off of it, THE NURSE screaming as the SHADOW just smirks. 

THE SHADOW

Ahh, you boys have been busy I see...But still no closer than I was before...

The SHADOW walks by the NURSE towards the next MAN, stopping as he notices the NURSE still levitating backwards. 

THE SHADOW looks down at the floor and suddenly blades pop out of the ground, the SHADOW snapping his fingers as the NURSE quickly falls and lets out a tiny scream before being impaled on the FLOOR BLADES that had just appeared. 

THE SHADOW snaps his fingers again and the BLADES disappear as the NURSE lay dead, hole sprung up all over her bleeding body as the MEN left about were all huddled together, staring the SHADOW down in horror as he turns to them. 

THE SHADOW

Now...Back to the matter at hand…

FADE OUT

This script was conceived and written back in 2011, and is one of my all time favorite scripts that I'm excited to break apart and share with. It was a massive endeavor and would be the equivalent of about an eight hour movie or a three to four part miniseries. Tho I have matured with my work and feel I have stronger stories, this one is a fun and brutal roller coaster. I hope you find it enjoyable and worth your time. This is in script format, so some words like names and actions will be capitalized, this is done on purpose. 

Some aspects may be triggering and some portrayals of religious figures may bother some and I highly respect that and understand and want to express that it's a work of fiction and nothing more. It just happened to work this way to tell this story. 

And now...I bring you to the Rose...a tavern that will house the beginning of this tale...

Fear not the dark... fear what hides within it...

---Chapter 24: The uncertain future---
When all the cultists saw me appear from the side of the now crumbled wall, a surprised expression appeared across all their faces. They took their fighting stances and begun to prepare for the incoming battle.
I soon became surrounded by nine cultists that created several fireballs with their magic, ready to shoot it at me at any moment.
"Who are you?!" One of them said when he saw me enter their meeting place like it was my home by kicking the walls.
Not like I could kick the walls of my home just to enter...
"The alchemist!" The old guy from the militia said while glaring at me with obvious hostility.
"What?!" All of them said in unison.
Before I could even say another word, they started shooting the fireballs in my direction with the intention of killing me instantly.
However, the old guy had a grim expression on his face, even when he saw me get surrounded by the nine cultists and attacked simultaneously, he probably thought that if I was able to kill a goblin then this amount of magic was not going to be able to kill me.
And he was certainly right.
I swung my silver sword at full speed and cut all the incoming attacks in half. The fireballs just dispersed after being slashed, leaving the cultists completely defenseless after using so much mana, which I obviously used to my advantage.
"Wha-BFMM!!" One of the cultists tried to speak, but was brutally kicked on the face by me half sentence.
Soon they recovered from the shock after seeing me completely unscathed, and took out daggers from inside their robes, the old guy from the militia included.
It didn't take long before I left all the cultists laying on the ground unconscious.
The old man was the only one that actually managed to dodge clean hits from me.
"You fucker...!" He spat out while glaring at me with furious eyes.
He tried stabbing me at an astonishing speed, even for a human, this speed was incredible. That's probably one of the reasons for why he had such a big rank on the militia.
However, compared to an elf like Alyem... he was nothing
I kicked his legs and although his stance was really stable and tough, it just couldn't hold against my enhanced strength.
*Tuth*
"AHH!"
He fell to the ground and was unable to stand back up again, probably due to some broken bones on his legs that my kick inflicted.
"Alright, time to start talking" I said while pointing the tip of my sword against his chest.
Despite the expression of pain he had, a small chuckle escaped his mouth when I threatened him.
"Hehehehe..."
"Why should I tell you bastard?! Just kill me already"
I frowned at his response, was he really that fanatical to sacrifice his own life just to protect the secrets of this supposed Cthulhu cult?
"Don't you want to live?" I asked.
"I don't care anymore. If it means to take revenge on those filthy goblins then I could gladly die" A mad look and a smile appeared on his face.
"Why not take your revenge on the incoming battle against them?"
"You don't understand a thing right? You think we have an opportunity in the next battle? You think we can win just because you killed one of them?... You are living a dream brat, You have yet to understand that the reality isn't like those stories about heroes. I have understood through the years that humans are just livestock for the other races, and no matter what we do, we won't win..."
"... We are just his toys, they just allow us to continue living because they want to. Otherwise, we could all be dead by now"
"... Humans won't win against goblins..."
"... Cthulhu is the only way for me to get my revenge. The only thing a pitiful human like me can do is to rely on the Great Cthulhu..."
"...The only one that can bring chaos and death to all the races on this world"
As I listened to his speech, I knew I couldn't refute anything he said. The only reason I could win against these goblins was because of my skills and stats beyond what a human could reach...
People like them... couldn't do nothing but to stare at the goblins doing as they pleased. Killing everyone they once cared about, and destroying the life they have been living for so many years.
What other option did they had but to rely on Cthulhu?
...
Soon the old guy started bleeding from all the orifices on his body, and his veins started becoming scarily more visible on his skin than before.
Poison?
"Brghlbrghhg" He soon started convulsing and a lot of foam started coming out of his mouth.
It didn't take long before his body laid lifeless on the ground, getting covered on the pool of his own blood
...
Sigh...
Have I been dreaming as he said?
...
Maybe I have, but that's why I have to prepare for the incoming battle. Better equipment, an ampler arsenal of magic, and better weapons were the things that I could need in the incoming battle.
Maybe It was time to reveal part of my abilities to the militia.
...
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°
°
 
I called some people from the militia and after some investigation they concluded that the old guy was actually working for the cultists all the time and telling them our every move.
That's why they ambushed our group at the mountains.
They knew we could be there.
Old man Easton was actually a bit shocked after discovering about the old guy being a cultist all along, It seemed that they knew each other for quite some time.
I tried to talk with him for a bit, but he said that he needed some time alone.
I just accepted and left him alone. I was not a professional psychiatrist that knew the perfect thing to say to him to improve his mood and make him get better.
I guess these 6 years of not being friends with anyone made me a bit socially awkward...
Sigh...
I was currently walking across the streets while having these kinds of thoughts once in a while.
It took me a while to realize the gravity of my situation right now.
They said the ritual was near being completed... so that means they are bringing Cthulhu back?  Do I have to fight the Moon lord so soon?
Was Moon lord even Cthulhu?
Either way, I doubt I could even stand a chance against those kinds of bosses right now.
It could be just a phantasmal death ray from his eyes and then *Poof*. Not even a speck of dust could remain from me.
Once again, this world was different to the game, and the order of the bosses didn't matter a shit in real life.
Damn...
Why am I so unlucky?
Maybe I could try to survive instead of trying to kill such a monster.
And there was also the fact that a war against goblins was coming.
Either of them required me to prepare fully If I didn't want to be killed that easily.
Maybe I could try and improve the walls of the city with my construction abilities? Or maybe I could make thousands of potions for the soldiers to actually survive a few hits from the goblins? Humanity only had one more opportunity to survive, after that it could be over.
The goblins
Or the humans.
And I could make sure to not fail this time.
Even If the people here were assholes, there were still children and families that didn't deserve to be butchered alive by those green bastards.
In order to protect what I considered morally correct, and to preserve the small speck of humanity I still had from before coming to this world. I had to prevent them from suffering the consequences of the war.
But for that I needed to gather more resources.
And I knew the best place to do that.
Yes.
It was time to go mining.

(This fanfiction was moved to the fanfiction category, as it should have been from the start.
I will continue uploading the chapters there instead of here, so here's the link if you want to continue reading)

https://www.webnovel.com/book/the-player-surviving-in-terraria-as-the-only-existence._19383342405170805

(Or you can just look for "The Player? Surviving in Terraria as the only existence" in the search tool)
(Sorry for the inconveniences) 

***

Aeron was your average guy, he was going to college this year but found himself trapped in his house because of a certain pandemic, bored to death he decided to play Terraria once again as it was being finally updated.

One day he went outside to buy some snacks, however on his way back he found himself dead after being run over by a truck. While waiting for his soul to be judged he "accidentally" falls to the void, a place where nothing is allowed to exist. 
When his soul was close to being destroyed he is saved by the goddess of order that sends him to Terraria world and gives him the power of a Player and some bonuses.

However, The god of chaos saw all this and decided to make things a bit harder, he changed Aeron's course to an alternative version of Terraria world,
A world called: "For the worthy".

¿Will he survive in this absolutely horrific world where everything can kill you in almost one hit?

Probably not.

******************************
[English isn't my first language, but I'll try to make things readable]
[As you may know i don't own terraria]
[The cover was made by me]
[I'll try not to drop this as I'm doing it because I have nothing else to do, and i saw that no one makes Terraria Fanfictions]
[You know what? Don't trust me because i'm very lazy and i could drop this at any moment]
[I'll try not to]
[That's all]

---Chapter 24: The uncertain future---
...
When all the cultists saw me appear from the side of the now crumbled wall, a surprised expression appeared across all their faces. They took their fighting stances and begun to prepare for the incoming battle.
I soon became surrounded by nine cultists that created several fireballs with their magic, ready to shoot it at me at any moment.
"Who are you?!" One of them said when he saw me enter their meeting place like it was my home by kicking the walls.
Not like I could kick the walls of my home just to enter...
"The alchemist!" The old guy from the militia said while glaring at me with obvious hostility.
"What?!" All of them said in unison.
Before I could even say another word, they started shooting the fireballs in my direction with the intention of killing me instantly.
However, the old guy had a grim expression on his face, even when he saw me get surrounded by the nine cultists and attacked simultaneously, he probably thought that if I was able to kill a goblin then this amount of magic was not going to be able to kill me.
And he was certainly right.
I swung my silver sword at full speed and cut all the incoming attacks in half. The fireballs just dispersed after being slashed, leaving the cultists completely defenseless after using so much mana, which I obviously used to my advantage.
"Wha-BFMM!!" One of the cultists tried to speak, but was brutally kicked on the face by me half sentence.
Soon they recovered from the shock after seeing me completely unscathed, and took out daggers from inside their robes, the old guy from the militia included.
It didn't take long before I left all the cultists laying on the ground unconscious.
The old man was the only one that actually managed to dodge clean hits from me.
"You fucker...!" He spat out while glaring at me with furious eyes.
He tried stabbing me at an astonishing speed, even for a human, this speed was incredible. That's probably one of the reasons for why he had such a big rank on the militia.
However, compared to an elf like Alyem... he was nothing
I kicked his legs and although his stance was really stable and tough, it just couldn't hold against my enhanced strength.
*Tuth*
"AHH!"
He fell to the ground and was unable to stand back up again, probably due to some broken bones on his legs that my kick inflicted.
"Alright, time to start talking" I said while pointing the tip of my sword against his chest.
Despite the expression of pain he had, a small chuckle escaped his mouth when I threatened him.
"Hehehehe..."
"Why should I tell you bastard?! Just kill me already"
I frowned at his response, was he really that fanatical to sacrifice his own life just to protect the secrets of this supposed Cthulhu cult?
"Don't you want to live?" I asked.
"I don't care anymore. If it means to take revenge on those filthy goblins then I could gladly die" A mad look and a smile appeared on his face.
"Why not take your revenge on the incoming battle against them?"
"You don't understand a thing right? You think we have an opportunity in the next battle? You think we can win just because you killed one of them?... You are living a dream brat, You have yet to understand that the reality isn't like those stories about heroes. I have understood through the years that humans are just livestock for the other races, and no matter what we do, we won't win..."
"... We are just his toys, they just allow us to continue living because they want to. Otherwise, we could all be dead by now"
"... Humans won't win against goblins..."
"... Cthulhu is the only way for me to get my revenge. The only thing a pitiful human like me can do is to rely on the Great Cthulhu..."
"...The only one that can bring chaos and death to all the races on this world"
As I listened to his speech, I knew I couldn't refute anything he said. The only reason I could win against these goblins was because of my skills and stats beyond what a human could reach...
People like them... couldn't do nothing but to stare at the goblins doing as they pleased. Killing everyone they once cared about, and destroying the life they have been living for so many years.
What other option did they had but to rely on Cthulhu?
...
Soon the old guy started bleeding from all the orifices on his body, and his veins started becoming scarily more visible on his skin than before.
Poison?
"Brghlbrghhg" He soon started convulsing and a lot of foam started coming out of his mouth.
It didn't take long before his body laid lifeless on the ground, getting covered on the pool of his own blood
...
Sigh...
Have I been dreaming as he said?
...
Maybe I have, but that's why I have to prepare for the incoming battle. Better equipment, an ampler arsenal of magic, and better weapons were the things that I could need in the incoming battle.
Maybe It was time to reveal part of my abilities to the militia.
...
°
°
°
 
I called some people from the militia and after some investigation they concluded that the old guy was actually working for the cultists all the time and telling them our every move.
That's why they ambushed our group at the mountains.
They knew we could be there.
Old man Easton was actually a bit shocked after discovering about the old guy being a cultist all along, It seemed that they knew each other for quite some time.
I tried to talk with him for a bit, but he said that he needed some time alone.
I just accepted and left him alone. I was not a professional psychiatrist that knew the perfect thing to say to him to improve his mood and make him get better.
I guess these 6 years of not being friends with anyone made me a bit socially awkward...
Sigh...
I was currently walking across the streets while having these kinds of thoughts once in a while.
It took me a while to realize the gravity of my situation right now.
They said the ritual was near being completed... so that means they are bringing Cthulhu back?  Do I have to fight the Moon lord so soon?
Was Moon lord even Cthulhu?
Either way, I doubt I could even stand a chance against those kinds of bosses right now.
It could be just a phantasmal death ray from his eyes and then *Poof*. Not even a speck of dust could remain from me.
Once again, this world was different to the game, and the order of the bosses didn't matter a shit in real life.
Damn...
Why am I so unlucky?
Maybe I could try to survive instead of trying to kill such a monster.
And there was also the fact that a war against goblins was coming.
Either of them required me to prepare fully If I didn't want to be killed that easily.
Maybe I could try and improve the walls of the city with my construction abilities? Or maybe I could make thousands of potions for the soldiers to actually survive a few hits from the goblins? Humanity only had one more opportunity to survive, after that it could be over.
The goblins
Or the humans.
And I could make sure to not fail this time.
Even If the people here were assholes, there were still children and families that didn't deserve to be butchered alive by those green bastards.
In order to protect what I considered morally correct, and to preserve the small speck of humanity I still had from before coming to this world. I had to prevent them from suffering the consequences of the war.
But for that I needed to gather more resources.
And I knew the best place to do that.
Yes.
It was time to go mining.

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Aeron was your average guy, he was going to college this year but found himself trapped in his house because of a certain pandemic, bored to death he decided to play Terraria once again as it was being finally updated.

One day he went outside to buy some snacks in order to satiate his hunger. However, on his way back he suddenly found himself dead after being run over by a truck. 

While waiting for his soul to be judged he "accidentally" falls to the void. A place where nothing is allowed to exist.
 
When his soul was close to being destroyed he is saved by the Goddess of Order, that sends him to the Terraria world and gives him the power of a Player and some extra bonuses.

However, The god of chaos saw all this and decided to make things a bit harder for our protagonist. He changed Aeron's course to an alternative version of Terraria world.

A world similar to the seed "For the worthy".

Will he survive in this absolutely horrific world where everything can kill you in almost one hit?

Probably not.

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[English isn't my first language, but I'll try to make things readable]
[As you may know I don't own Terraria]
[The cover was made by me :)]
[I'll try not to drop this as I'm doing it because I have nothing else to do, and i saw that no one makes Terraria Fanfictions]
[You know what? Don't trust me because I'm very lazy and could drop this at any moment] (Seven months without dropping until now 14-07-2021)
[I'll try not to]
[That's all]
[PD: The world MC is sent is a bit different to the normal Terraria, as it will have humans, kingdoms, and all that.]
[I'm out of boxes]

PHASE 23 - SEDUCTIVE GODDESSES MADE IT HARD FOR THE ENEMIES


When the Fake Outsider resumed the flow of time, somebody made her appearance.


A woman with divine aura landed beside Lord Freya. She has long strawberry-blonde hair twirled on her body, making a beautiful gown to cover her gargantuan breast and bulky buttocks. She's also wearing heeled boots that have blades on its rear. She has the appearance and presence of the Goddess of Beauty I once knew; Venus.


"I got to say, these Fake Gods are disgustingly ugly." Venus cringed.


"Don't let your guard down, Venus." Freya readied her revolvers which morphed to submachine guns. "They are more powerful than we thought."


Macho Steel skipped beside me and shouted to all the Gate Guardians nearby our battle tactics. "Change in tactics! Everyone in the infiltration team, support Lord Venus and Lord Freya!"


"Right!" We Gate Guardians shouted. Then, they proceeded to mow down the herds of enemies with their swords, axes, spears, and even shields.


I can see that all the men are pumped up. It's just natural because they will be serving two goddesses of beauty. Those two goddesses have some sort of magical charismatic ability that makes gentlemen hit hard. 


<>


"<Crimson Hellflare>!!!"


Cthulhu and Hastur's red eyes glowed, and lasers started to spread. The ground that got hit by the lasers exploded with flames. Freya and Venus jumped out of the way so that they can avoid being burnt by those bloody disco lights.


"<Elephant Tornado>!!!" Macho Steel spun and charged like a gigantic wind drill, aiming for Cthulhu.


Cthulhu's hair tentacles elongated and clashed with the spinning macho man in midair. Inch by inch, his tendrils were cut down to small takoyaki pieces.


"<Dance of Death>!!!" Freya took the opportunity to waltz in close and hit Cthulhu with her arm chops, swift kicks, and gun smacks. The octopus god used his dragon arms to block those short-ranged attacks.


"<Void Art - Limbo Spiral>!!!" I stabbed my sword, and a crimson tornado drill surged towards the enemy. My relentless spell shredded Cthulhu's limbs which opened up wounds throughout his body.


"Get back!" Freya cried as she raised her hand. Wind energy was absorbed by her fingers and then she swiped it to open a gigantic Gate above the tentacle god. "<Cobalt Nuke>!!!"


A missile came out from the magical portal and crashed towards Cthulhu. The area of impact became red for a short moment, and then a blinding flash of light exploded!


A mushroom cloud that has the size of a simple house emerged from where Cthulhu was standing. It was a mini-nuclear missile, but the octopus god only lost his right arm and half of his face. He also had his ribcage and burnt heart open. Cthulhu's dark flesh started to wiggle, indicating that he will regenerate soon. 


I must seize this opportunity to grab the Fake God Core! I jumped forward and ran towards it while my hand is coated with dark prana.


"<Void Art: God Core Assimilation>!!!" 


I pressed my claws on his chest, and forcibly drew a gray Quintessence orb. Finally, I got the first Fake God Core!


"N-Nooooo!!!" The Cursed Guardian melted as soon as the Fake God Core was out of his heart. 


That's so weird. Usually, a person will still survive if God's Core is taken away from his heart. But that Cursed Guardian I 'accidentally' killed feels like he's depending on the Fake God Core as the source of his life. 


"Homunculus. They are artificial but imperfect Cursed Guardians that feeds on the life force of that Fake God Core." Freya said. That cleared the ambiguity in my head.


<> 


Meanwhile, Venus is taking her time on fighting Hastur. The god in the yellow cloak unleashed tentacles on his hands to slice and pierce the Goddess of Beauty, but Venus commanded her hair to slap away those disgusting tendrils.


Hastur rushed forward, trying to defeat Venus in closed-range combat. He relentlessly whipped his tentacles, but the goddess just tumbled and skated away with her bladed boots.


"<Willow Kick>!!!" Venus jumped backward and then stood on her hands. She spread her legs and the blades on her boot expanded as she turned like a fidget spinner. 


"Gwahwahwahwahwahwah!" Hastur cried continuously as he tried desperately to block the attack with his tentacle hands. But those soft worm-like tendrils got ripped to shreds in no time at all upon touching Venus' bladed feet.


Suddenly, my eyes gave me a prediction. I immediately advised Venus to "Jump back!". I'm glad that she complied.


"<Fake God Core Release: Yellow Sign>!!!"


The yellow symbol on Hastur's forehead glowed goldenly. Anybody who has seen the sign directly will have his mind-controlled and heart cursed. Thankfully, nobody is on the effective range of the spell. Venus is already dozens of meters away from him.


"<Moonlight Slash>!!!" I made a silver-streak slash ripping Hastur's neck. Black blood gushed out.


"<Hair Vines>!!!" Venus' rapunzel hair dug underground, to be seen later on Hastur's feet. It constricted the yellow king's arms and legs, making him open for any attack.


This is my chance! I step in forward as I convert my right hand with void energy!


"<Void Art: God Core Assimilation>!!!"


Just like the vessel of Cthulhu, Hastur's flesh melted like disgusting burnt cheese upon having the Fake God Core robbed from his heart.


"Good work!" Venus said as she held my hand.


"You're so powerful, Aeternos!" Freya praised me as she held my biceps.


Being flattered by two goddesses is an achievement a man is supposed to be dreaming. Yeah, I'm being overwhelmed from the view of their cleavages. In fact, I'm blushing right now. Good thing my face is blurred.


I want to wrap my hands around these beautiful women and proclaim my victory as the king, but I just remembered that these goddesses; Freya and Venus are the mothers of my friends. I don't want to hit on middle-aged married women. I don't want to cheat behind Tiara's back.


I materialized the two Fake God Cores, which levitated above my hand. And then, I shouted.


"Now bring me Chronos!"


Everything became black and white as time stopped. The Outsider Yohan appeared in front of me with a smile. He happily took the Fake God Cores away from my hand like some kind of kid who just got offered with two limited-edition candy pops.


"Thanks for this!" Yohan laughed. "And oh, Chronos is on the top floor of that Research Facility building."


The Research Facility building he's talking about is a ten-story building fifty meters away from me. It's being guarded the most by Cursed Guardians, so sneaking is not possible. We will need to wipe out those jabronis fast.


"Be careful. Chronos is one of the most powerful Cursed Guardian as of this time." The Fake Outsider warned before disappearing like a bubble. 


Time resumed its flow.


"Chronos is on the highest floor of that building," I said to the goddesses. "I need to reach him."


Venus and Freya looked upwards, then downwards to the foot of the building. There are hundreds of Cursed Guardians guarding the perimeter. Fighting nuisances consumes time, and I'll be out of prana before I can reach Chronos.


I need my allies to eliminate the enemies as I rush towards my goal.


"Don't worry~" Freya made an assuring smile at me as she took a step forward.


"We can clear the way for you~" Venus made the same sweet expression. She also walked until she is standing side-by-side with Goddess Freya.


The two goddesses walked in front of the endless platoon of enemies, unfazed and confident that they can beat them all. These women even made a high-five at each other, and then faced the enemies with an evil grin.


"Please don't tell our husbands that we're going to do this," Freya said.


"Anyone who spreads the news will have their neck cut clean," Venus warned.


"Y-Yes! Ma'am, yes ma'am!" The male Gate Guardians, including Macho Steel, replied. Meanwhile, I'm just dumbstruck. I already know what they are planning to do.


Goddess Freya and Venus held their chest, channeling all the prana they will use in their 'most powerful' spell. Meanwhile, the hordes of Cursed Guardians opened their eyes wide, fully alert on what the Goddesses are plotting.


And then…


"<Nosebleed Paradise>!!!" The goddesses shouted as they momentarily stripped and flashed their naked bodies. A blinding flash of light brightened the area to white.


And just like that, all the male Cursed Guardians fall lifeless on the floor, their eyes and nose oozing with black blood.


My goodness, these goddesses are worse than cheaters. 

They are- may Jesus forgive me for uttering this word-  THOTS.

Since the beginning of time, the world has been the slaughtering ground of the Eidolons; mysterious beings from a parallel universe that contaminates the mind of the people to commit deadly sins. In an ambitious struggle to put an end to this evil corruption, warriors with extraordinary abilities; the Gate Guardians relentlessly fight these monsters.

One day, Alaric ceases to become a regular high school student - He becomes trapped in the crevice of dimensions and suddenly attacked by an Eidolon. Coming to his rescue just in time is a Gate Guardian named Tiara, his weird new classmate. 

So now, he is stuck with this clumsy maiden who swore to protect him from these extradimensional monsters! 

A wacky romance between the two will start to unfold!

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A genius introvert and a geology professor in the 1900s stumbles upon a most peculiar artifact, turning his world into a maze of warping realities and unimaginable chaos, gradually dragging him down a path of madness.

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