"Oh? This book has a strange kind of magic… it can make people sink into it, testing their limits with dangerous things, huh."
As Yoma read the Necronomicon, he felt something bewitching him, luring him to keep reading.
At first glance, it seemed like it was just his own desires growing stronger.
But for someone like Yoma, who excelled at manipulating human nature, he immediately understood what was going on.
"I see... this isn't a book written by humans. It's something deliberately spread by an evil god."
He spoke while flipping through the pages of the Necronomicon.
"The blind idiot god Azathoth, who dreams the universe into existence... the three pillars—Cthulhu, Hastur…"
Yoma chuckled darkly as he read more and more of the Necronomicon. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.
This book's contents were so intriguing to him—like a child who'd gotten a brand-new toy, completely unable to put it down.
And the more he read, the more twisted ideas bubbled up in his mind.
Meanwhile, on the screen, the others were discussing it.
King: A book that records and summons evil gods? That's definitely not something good!
Mordo: That's right. These books are all part of the Outer Gods' schemes, ways to expand their followers and invade worlds!
Radamanthys: Hey! Yoma! Are you reading that book right now? What are you trying to do?
Thanatos: Hand over the book—we need to examine it!
Luffy: Evil gods from other universes? What do they look like?
King: I'd advise you not to even think about seeing an evil god. They're not only powerful but can also warp your perception. Just a casual encounter could shatter your sanity.
Usopp: That sounds gross!
Garp: So these are the real gods, huh? Compared to them, the so-called gods in our world are nothing.
Dragon: I agree.
Sasha: We need to take that Necronomicon from Yoma. Who knows what he'll do with it?
Asmitar: I feel the same. Maybe it's just my imagination, but ever since that book appeared, I've had the sense that something is watching our world.
Son Goku: That sounds different from the Kaio. I wonder how strong they are… I'd love to have a fight with one!
Ancient One: You should drop that thought. Dealing with evil gods will bring endless trouble. It'll haunt you for the rest of your life—evil gods are everywhere, lurking in the shadows.
Son Goku: You mean like Master Roshi, always peeping at girls?
Yamcha: Goku! Don't compare Master Roshi like that!
Diana: That comparison is disgusting!
Ancient One: That analogy... might not be appropriate…
Nobita: Ew! Like ghosts? That's super gross! I don't want anything to do with evil gods!
Minos: No matter what, we need to make Yoma hand over the Necronomicon! Hey! Yoma! Are you listening?!
But no matter how much the others called out, Yoma didn't respond at all.
Not because he was pretending not to hear them, but because he was so focused on reading the Necronomicon, completely absorbed by its contents.
"Hahaha! What an incredible book! Everything in here is enough to drive anyone insane! But those weak, foolish mortals... they'll still risk destroying their worlds just to reach out to the evil gods and grasp endless knowledge and power!"
"Heh, that's exactly the trap the book's author intended, isn't it? Watching humanity destroy itself out of sheer stupidity—what a delightful spectacle. Even if it's not explicitly written in the book, I can already guess. Otherwise, why would it so heavily emphasize that bastard's twisted sense of humor?"
Yoma cackled as he read, his expression growing more and more deranged.
"With this book, my plan to counterattack the heavens can be adjusted. I can even make it more fun."
"This book says the Great Old Ones once fought the old gods of Earth in their own universe… why not recreate that battle? I'd love to see my big brother's face when the universe he created is wrecked by otherworldly evil gods!"
The more Yoma thought about it, the more excited he became. His grin twisted into a crazed, grotesque expression, and his body trembled with anticipation.
An oppressive, terrifying aura radiated from him, making even standing nearby an uncomfortable experience.
"Well then, let's give it a try. I'll start by contacting them directly. If they destroy my space or Earth itself, that would be a problem."
Muttering this, Yoma began searching for the summoning ritual and incantations for the evil gods.
It was surprisingly simple. As long as each step was performed correctly, and the appropriate offering was prepared, the ritual could successfully contact an evil god.
"Hmph, so easy to summon… that's obviously bait to stir up trouble. No way I'm buying that."
Yoma sneered.
"As for the offering... that bug will do nicely. After all, it's not dead yet."
He grinned and swiftly began preparing the ritual.
Yoma's space had a different flow of time from the outside world.
An hour here was less than a minute in the outside world.
After a while, Yoma finally completed the ritual.
In the next instant, an overwhelming surge of dark energy appeared before him.
The darkness spread like a waterfall, instantly engulfing Yoma's space.
"Tch, come on—this is my domain, you know."
Yoma grumbled, watching as his surroundings were corrupted by the dark energy.
He glanced at the Antarctic Bug, only to see it being swallowed by the darkness.
It was writhing in agony, shrieking in pain.
But in mere moments, it was utterly devoured by the darkness, vanishing entirely.
Then the environment shifted.
Yoma found himself in a bizarre, alien space.
It looked like a cosmic expanse, filled with clusters of stars and galaxies—but the colors resembled a crude oil painting, clashing chaotically, with no sense of beauty.
Everything in sight was constantly warping.
Galaxies collapsed into stars, stars collided with each other.
Colorful vortexes drifted aimlessly across the scene.
Staring at any single point for too long would cause it to shift and morph unexpectedly.
This space was a visual assault, overwhelming the senses.
Looking at it for too long didn't just strain the eyes—your brain would start to unravel as well.
"So this is your dwelling? It's utterly devoid of artistry. What a waste of all those years of existence."
Yoma, unfazed, even had the nerve to mock the space's owner.
"**--/-/-"
Suddenly, a strange sound reached Yoma's ears.
It was like a screeching radio signal, jagged and chaotic—so harsh it could burst an ordinary person's eardrums.
"Hm?"
But Yoma seemed to understand it. He looked up.
Above him, a massive mass of black energy appeared, like a cloud, shifting and undulating.
Two blood-red eyes emerged on its surface, glaring down at Yoma while drifting erratically across the void.
(End of Chapter)
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