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He is an ordinary Internet celebrity during the day, but at night he continues to dream about the game and gain many apprentices

Ke Meng, surnamed Ke Ming Meng, is a cute new UP master who opens the box at the B station, occasionally records some food to eat and broadcast, shoots some boring daily vlog videos, the popularity is not high, only dozens of fans.

With dark circles under his eyes and a fairy look, he yawned at the computer screen.

For the video UP owner, when there is no popularity, the video sent is not watched at all, and can only entertain themselves.

Late at night, Kermont finished rendering a video, really sleepy, directly threw himself on the bed, covered the quilt to sleep, and even forgot the operation of the submitted video.

The more he slept, the more he slept, and there seemed to be the sound of the rushing of the sea and some muffled murmurs in his ears.

He seemed to dream that he had sunk into the depths of the sea.

He dreamed of a huge octopus-headed monster with countless tentacles on its chin, a fat body, two pairs of unformed wings on its back, and its eyes closed, lying in the middle of a seawater city made of greenstone.

Then, he began to float, like a soul returning to the body, and flew into the body of the large octopus head.

At this moment, he has a keen sense of touch and an unusually powerful hearing.

He could hear the sound of the sea flowing, the sound of seafood swimming and stirring the sea.

"Where am I?"

It was pitch black, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

"Game Start"

Suddenly, an ethereal female voice came from my head.

It was this sound that sounded, and Gramon opened his eyes.

At a glance, magnificent green boulders cover the entire city, some suspended and floating greenstones are fixed over the city, they are arranged in an unusual geometric layout, and the surface of the stone pillars is carved with exquisite and ornate reliefs, full of exotic style beauty.

In the city, there are some fish creatures that roam around the city, like little masters walking in the back garden.

But after Gramon's gaze swept by, the fish were all panicked and swam out in panic.

Some fish even hit the wall and were so scared they wanted to die.

And because of His awakening, the decaying, dark black ghosts of the city swam over.

They looked strange, their whole body resembled hollow hatted cloaks, and the black cloaks emitted some unheard languages, which were obviously unheard, but Gramon could understand them.

They don't say much, but they sing the praises of His god's name, which is longer.

The second is to pray to Him that the seal of the ancient gods cannot be lifted and needs the help of external forces.

They will go outside to develop believers and try to break the seal on the day of the astrology.

Clement opened his mouth and tried to ask something more, but found himself unable to even open his mouth.

It was as if there was an inexplicable force that sealed His mouth and could not speak.

Is this the power of the seal?

Then, the humble ghost apostles slowly left the greenstone city buried deep in the endless seabed, swimming into the distance, without a trace.

Without the humble ghost apostles, the entire Greenstone City loses its vitality, only the sound of the rushing sea and marine life.

The marine creatures that could escape had already escaped, about one in a thousand.

The seafood that did not escape has fallen into madness and confusion.

"Where the hell am I?" Clement murmured inside.

However, no one told him where he was.

He tried to twist his head, but he couldn't move.

The power of the seal spread throughout the body, and nothing could be done except be able to open his eyes.

I can feel the flow of the sea, and I can sense what is happening in all parts of the Greenstone City.

The body was obviously not the original body, otherwise he would not be able to perceive so much information.

Maybe you crossed it yourself?

But in such a scientific society, who would believe in that set.

He thought about it for a few minutes, his mind in a mess.

If you don't want to, just cross it yourself!

"System." He cried tentatively in his heart.

Unexpectedly, after this shout, the system panel really came out.

[Name: Cthulhu.]

Position: Nichiren Ultimate Boss (Ancient God Seal).

Health: 999.9 billion/999.9 billion

Mana: ∞

Physical/Magic Resistance: 100 million

Skills: Accept Sacrifice, Deadly Gaze, Evil God's Might, Tentacles, Spirit Suppression, Physical Critical Strike Immunity, Spell Critical Strike Immunity, Bounce Damage, SpeedIng Back to Blood, Blood Reborn, Invading Dreams, Distorting Dreams, Spreading Dreams...]

Seeing this perverted value, countless awesome skills, Gramon couldn't help but show a shocked mother expression.

"What happened to me that I became the two-week boss in the game?" Kermon lost his voice in his heart.

If this is not a dream, then Kermon has earned a lot, and the start is a god-level account.

But as time passed, Kermon realized one thing.

In his status bar, there is a negative status of the Ancient God Seal.

"[Seal of the Ancient Gods]: Ninety percent reduction in full state!" Body movement is prohibited!"

Gramon looked at his deadly gaze skill, which was a passive skill, and everything he was looking at dropped by ninety percent, which was one of the reasons why those seafood were afraid.

Then there is the power of the evil god, which is also a passive skill, which has an extremely terrifying suppression power on the spiritual realm, and has a certain chance of exploding and dying, but more of a role is to make the creatures fall into madness.

In addition, there are many skills whose effects overlap, some are active skills, some are passive skills.

It is indeed normal for such a powerful boss body to be sealed by the game limit, otherwise it would be equivalent to breaking the balance.

It is precisely because the strength is sealed that a small part of the seafood on the edge of the area escapes.

According to the instructions on the panel, he is the ultimate boss of the two-week purpose.

What does it mean to be two-weekly?

The two weekly program can be understood in this way, watching the TV series twice from beginning to end, that is, the second weekly program. In the game, it is the player who plays the game a second time and finds that Gramon is the final boss.

Wait until the player gets through the real ultimate BOSS, and the game plot is completed.

However, the above explanation is used for stand-alone machines.

If it is an online game, it is to brush the account number to the full level, and then drink a zero-level potion to brush the plot again.

According to this setting, Kemun would have to wait a long time for the day when the seal was lifted.

So then Kermon spent a few hours in a daze in the sea.

In this vast city of Lalayer, Kermont looked at the dark waters, immutable, almost eternal.

Beneath him, some of the seafood that had fallen into a frenzy was scurrying around, nibbling on other marine animals when hungry.

Only these seafood that go crazy can add a little fun to the city of La Raye.

Kermon stared at the little seafood, which were pitifully small in size, as small as ants.

As his gaze deepened, he could always feel the muscular strength in them, and a line of text notes floated from the head of each seafood:

"Class 999"

"Crazy Overlord Shrimp"

"Crazy Crystal Scorpion"

"Crazy Mutant Lightning Jellyfish"

These are not simple creatures.

But from another point of view, their body shape is actually quite large, because their body shape is too large, and when they look at other things, they naturally see small things.

But after watching too much, they still feel very bored, they have fallen into madness, they don't even need skills, and the fights are all about hand-to-hand combat.

Just when he was extremely bored, a distant call came from his ear.

At first, it was far and near, the voice was somewhat hoarse, some distorted, intermittent, but as time passed, the sound became clearer and clearer.

"The great Cthulhu... The sleeping god of Lalaye... O Rulers of the Old Days!"

At this moment, a gloomy picture of sacrifice came to Kermon's mind.

It was a small mountain village of poverty, and a dozen fools wore black robes and wrapped their whole bodies tightly.

Wearing cat-faced masks, they could not see their faces, and they sang his name in the distance.

Two of the black-robed men circled around the pool, singing loudly the name of the super-long god, accompanied by dance from time to time, shaking the wind chimes in their hands.

Around the pool, there was an unconscious magic array drawn by some kind of luminous substance, emitting a misty blue glow.

Each of the eight corners of the magic circle is lit with a white candle, and some spices are placed under each candle, emitting an indescribable pungent smell that floats throughout the mountain village.

Curiously, the candle burned with an eerie green glow.

What is it?

Gramon put a question mark in his consciousness.

Who would have guessed that the fanatical believers in the small mountain village screamed with excitement, as if they had seen a miracle appear, kneeling on their knees to perform a great salute, wearing a cat face mask, banging and banging more than a dozen times, and no one dared to look up at the pool, both fear and respect.

God cannot look directly.

"Great Cthulhu, we are the villagers of the cat-faced mountain village, and recently many adventurers have come to pick cat's tail grass, whether we agree with it or not, and say that it is a medicine collection mission in the novice village, please kill them, they are robbers, they are demons!"

Having said that, one of the fools moved carefully, his body trembling, and he did not dare to look up at him the whole time.

He held up a basin with both hands, grinded the floor with his head instead of his hands, knelt on his knees to support the balance of his body, moved to the edge of the pool in a squirming manner, and then put the contents of the plate into the pool.

Clement blinked, and if I read that correctly, what was in the basin was a strange-looking cat.

"It's a little bit of our care."

"I beg you to accept the sacrifices of the slaves."

The words fell, and suddenly the sky was bright.

Kermon opened his eyes and saw that the ceiling in front of him was neither a dim seawater city nor the cat-faced mountain village of the eerie rituals.

This is the ceiling of your own home.

"I'm back again?" Gramon reached out to the outside of the quilt, and it was a human arm.

Take the phone's selfie camera to look at yourself, the face is still his face, did not turn into an octopus head.

"Ha, ha, it turned out to be a dream, I mean, living in a scientific society, how can it be crossed?" Kermont held his forehead with one hand and smiled at the idea of crossing.

But just then, an unusual cat call came from my ear.

"Meow~"

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