Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 1 Prologue·Light

The laws, interests, and emotions shared by human beings are neither effective nor meaningful in the face of the vast universe.

— Lovecraft

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At that moment, I saw the light!
But what happened before, I can't remember clearly, my memory has been blurred, and I have already fallen into a deep delirium before the light came.

Creepy whispers surrounded me, and there was desperation and madness all around. My brain was screaming, and the unbearable sharpness made me want to lose consciousness directly.

This is completely beyond the range that humans can bear!
I desperately wanted to escape, to escape from that suffocating delusion, that madman's orgy!
But no matter what, I will be caught by those dry and sharp claws!Fragmented visions and hearty conjectures rushed towards me!
Chaotic screams rang in my ears, and I couldn't even tell if it was me or something else!
My mind has become numb and dull...

I shouldn't have touched that abominable statue...

But before all of me dies, I'm trying to leave something behind, trying desperately to squeeze something useful out of my befuddled brain.

My name is Howard Wilson.

Before everything started, I was just an ordinary university lecturer.

On the eve of Christmas this year, my tutor sent me a short letter, and he agreed to my request, recommending me to the president of Miskatonic University, and asked me to teach ancient Chinese history.

I sincerely expressed my gratitude to my mentor in my reply letter.

This is simply the best news for me.

For the past few years I have been deeply in debt, trapped in those dirty financial traps, lost my previous job, and wandered under the sleepy sky of New York all day long.

Thanks to my mentor who gave me a major opportunity!

Even though I didn't have any research on ancient Chinese history before - to be honest, in my opinion, those small square characters are more maddening than the Latin taught by those old antiques in the church!
Those mysterious orientals are living in another world with us!
But I have to admit that this job is my only hope now!
Maybe it was the mentor's letter that flipped a strange switch, and the day after Christmas, I was approached by another person.

It was a strange lady dressed as a man in trousers and a shirt, but wearing a weird and gorgeous black silk top hat.

The top hat covered her eyes, and I had no idea what the scenery was like under the mysterious black veil.

I don't know this strange lady.If I ever meet such a unique woman then I will never forget it.

Apparently this lady came to me.

She said she knew that I was an expert in identifying ancient cultural relics, and she was introduced by one of my students.

The woman did not mention who the student was.I thought hard for a long time and couldn't find any candidates that fit the description.

I don't think I'm an expert.It's just that there is a certain degree of research in this area. If it is really compared with those famous scholars in the industry, it will be a joke.

I told this eccentric lady truthfully, and sincerely suggested that she find someone else.Although I have not had a good life in the past few years, I still met a lot of people when I was a doctoral student at Harvard.

The frustration during this period has made me physically and mentally tired, and I don't really want to deal with some cultural relics that I don't know where they came from.I know that their unearthed usually has a slightly shady story.

"Professor Wilson, why don't you take a look first?"

The lady politely declined my offer.

After all, this lady came to the door directly and was introduced by someone else, so I had no choice but to agree.

The lady carefully took out a black wooden box from her carry-on package.

There is also a thick lock hanging on the wooden box.

The lady's attitude towards it was very strange, as if the box was a Pandora's box, and what contained in it was a disaster bestowed by the gods.

I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, which I regretted immensely later.

The box contained a small statue, not even a statue, the size of a child's toy that could be grasped with one hand.

But the hideous statue is far from a child's toy.

The moment the wooden box was opened, a terrifying and indescribable sense of oppression instantly permeated the entire room.The gloomy and terrifying claws grabbed my throat tightly, making me completely out of breath.

I felt that I was completely exposed to nothingness, that nothing could be held back, and whoever seemed to be able to tear me apart.

Something is staring at me.

I stared intently at the hideous sculpture in the wooden box.

It was a monster completely beyond human imagination. Even the twisted and ferocious heresy worship would not be able to create such an extremely terrifying monster.

Only with crazy associations can we barely see what kind of image this thing is, and only when dinosaurs, lizards, and giant dragons are mixed together in an amazing and terrifying way can we barely reflect its charm.

It has two huge horns on its head, its strong and strong tail is far beyond the normal size, and its thick scales are definitely not something any creature in the world can have.

A terrifying white light shone in those terrifying eyes, even if it was just a statue!
It's after me!
The horror far beyond what human beings can bear crushed my mind in an instant!Even a little bit of that tyrannical aura from ancient times is enough to crush tiny human beings!

The genes that have been passed down by human beings for thousands of years are clamoring desperately. It is a giant hunter, and it is a well-deserved predator. No matter how much human beings struggle in front of it, they are just shrimps and insects...

It's after me!
I don't know exactly what the lady said afterwards, nor how the lady left.

Since then, my mind has been severely hit, and the fear has swept over me, time and time again, like the tide slapping me every moment.

Whether it is day or night, I can feel the suffocation.

I dreamed of the scene of flying sand and rocks, the dark sky full of sand and dust, the huge and hideous existence roared, and beat the earth out of an abyss-like crack.

Humans are just ants!

Maybe it's a hallucination, there is a sound that I don't know if it's a sound, it's just a vague feeling, I try hard to catch some of it, it's almost unpronounceable , perhaps not a human language at all:

"Gomora"

It might be a sentence, it might just be a syllable, or it might be nothing.

I can't think deeply about what this actually means.

Because I can't think at all!
Hallucinations and fears overwhelm me...

It's here again!

It's here again!

This time it is no longer a dream!
I'm pretty sure it's not my hallucinations my madness!

The oppression that swept everything could not exist in this world at all!The violence and barbarism from ancient times cannot be stopped by tiny human beings!
It's staring at me!
My mind went blank at the last moment, maybe I let out a piercing scream, maybe I was shocked and said nothing.Maybe I was desperate to escape, maybe I was completely immobilized in fear.

I watched the terrifying big horn pointing at me, and my eyes gradually fell into darkness——

Do not--

In an instant, something appeared!

The sun pierces the night, the dawn crosses the horizon—

A silver-white palm with smooth lines caught me!
That is not a human palm at all, because that giant hand can easily protect me.

At the end of my memory, all I see is the sun-like eye—maybe the oval of the eye—looking at me—

At that moment, I saw the light.

　This new book is a brand new attempt.

　　Combining the Austrian worldview and the restrained worldview.

　　I'm looking forward to what kind of sparks will come out of the collision.

　　That's right, I really like these settings with huge brain holes.

　　And to some extent Ultraman is also very suitable for grams.You must know that the big boss of Tiga Altman, Gatanjae, is the son of Mr. Ke on the prototype.

　　Moreover, one of Tiga's screenwriters, Xiaozhong Qianzhao, is also a world-recognized author of Cthulhu Mythos.

　　...So, the fusion of the K-type and the Austrian-type shouldn't be too much, right?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)