Shiller knows that sometimes, the essence of the Outer God and its avatars can't manage real-time information communication between each other. And between avatars, sometimes they simply don't communicate at all, not knowing what each other is doing. Apparently, this situation applies to this mouse; it doesn't know what the avatars stationed at the Cthulhu Mythos embassy in the American Comics world have been up to.
But evidently, this mouse has been to human society before, which seems normal. Just like Brand in the American Comics world, who utilizes his vacation time to return home and report. This mouse might also be a respectable figure outside, nonetheless, even an avatar of the Outer God doesn't have an easy time in the deep space of the stars.
To gain the trust of the mouse, Shiller still revealed some information about the previous cycle. The mouse seemed to recall something but clearly didn't intend to share much with this group of cats. It spoke, "No matter how you got here or how you're surviving, this place isn't suitable for you. It's best if you leave soon."
"It's evident that we can't leave," Shiller said. Actually, he wasn't lying; though he had left himself a way out, it wasn't a way to leave, and others certainly had no means at all.
"I can help you leave," the mouse said, "but you must agree to summon me over once you return to your universe. I'm still lacking several Blessed."
"We don't trust you," Shiller shook his head and said. "I mentioned earlier that my mentor had dealings with you, and he already warned me that no Outer God is trustworthy, especially Nyarlathotep."
"What do you mean by that?" The mouse scrunched up its nose, revealing a fierce look. "How dare you speak to me like this, foolish human."
"Sorry, I'm a cat now," Shiller showed no pressure.
But at this moment, black mist emerged from the mouse's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, attacking Shiller. Shiller bared his teeth.
"You're the real fool," Shiller said coldly. "Why don't you think, if it weren't for the assistance of the Outer Gods, how could we possibly have arrived here so smoothly?!"
Before the mouse could speak, Shiller continued, "Not to deceive you, but the one who opened this back door for us was you! Here's another bad news, do you see that cube-shaped building in the distance? That's our friend's doing, and his aim is to create a super bomb that could instantly destroy the cosmic structure. Guess what, if he really causes a colossal disaster, do you think you can remain unscathed?"
This long string of words blindsided the mouse. What does it mean that I opened a back door for a bunch of humans, letting them come to find another human planning to blow up the Outer God's home?
In simple terms, even Nyarla would need to digest this story. If it's boasting, this mouse does know humans quite well; humans cannot imagine things they have never witnessed themselves. When something is too outrageous, and 99% of humans can't concoct it, then it's very likely true.
The mouse twitched its whiskers, momentarily unsure of where to begin questioning. Fortunately, Shiller willingly answered, initially explaining the basic principle of the biological computer Peter had discussed to Nyarla. Nyarla could actually comprehend it.
It might sound a bit bizarre, but Nyarla has an avatar that's a mathematical equation; this isn't a superhero code name but a real mathematical equation called the Krushchita formula. On the surface, it appears to be a mathematical puzzle that has troubled humans for hundreds of years, but in reality, it's a trap by Nyarla; solving it turns into a spell for summoning Nyarla.
Nyarla not only understands mathematics but also knows computers and even goes online. Its cognitive level advances alongside human technological progress, making it one of the high-education research talents among the Outer Gods. Otherwise, it wouldn't be able to engage in professions like Doctor or Lawyer, which require a high cultural level in any region worldwide.
It should be noted that Brand studies pathology, and specifically within the field of brain science. Not only did he not cheat using his superpowers, but his theoretical foundation is solid enough to knock someone out if formed into a brick, and he has considerable practical skill as well, which is why Edward trusts him so much.
After listening, the mouse was greatly baffled. "Are you saying your friend plans to rebel against the creator of your cosmos by making a super wetware computer to blow up the entire cosmos? So, I ask you, what's his purpose in coming here???"
"Initially, it was just to escape the fate's control."
This left the mouse utterly speechless. It said, "You mean he's seeking asylum in the Outer God's universe?"
"You could say that," Shiller also knew how astonishing this fact was, but considering it, thought Iron Man's actions made sense.
For instance, many people know Gotham is chaotic, with mobs safeguarding upper levels and refugees rampaging below. Such a place should resemble the slums of Brazil or Mexico, being poor and chaotic, with no way of developing.
However, this happens to be one of the major cities on the East Coast with the best economy. Besides Wayne Enterprises being relatively large, another reason is that many places here are beyond the reach of the tax bureau and immigration office, precisely because there are too many natural and human disasters. Ordinary law enforcement agencies can't enter, instead becoming havens for some people.
These folks, able to escape the pursuit of major agencies and survive in Gotham, naturally have some skills. Whether they start from scratch or find ways to wash their past clean and then ascend to higher ranks.
These people already have records and merely seek a place to stay, so their job demands aren't high. And to have a chance to rise again, they work diligently and obediently, just like a donkey at a mill, while watching and listening keenly. Once the economic trends shift, a large number of veterans follow up, pulling each other, joining forces for short-selling and sharing the benefits together. Gradually, Gotham City's finance industry became as developed as its real economy, and Diamond Street was called the cradle of economic crime in All America.
Pursuing order is an instinct of the human race, but if you can't survive in the World of Order, the best method is to seek vitality in chaos. Iron Man entering the Cthulhu Mythos Universe is really no different from those economic criminals coming to Gotham; you must go to a place where order has completely collapsed so you can be free from its constraints.
It shows that Iron Man is a person who is skilled at discerning the essence of things. He knows well that if he only jumps from the American Comics Universe to some kind of novel or TV Universe, he still can't escape destiny. Because those still belong to the world of order, they might even have extradition clauses between them, where Creator Gods from both sides communicate and send him back.
However, the world of the Cthulhu Mythos is different. Chaos and disorder mean there is no hand controlling everything, everything is random, even the Creator God here can't communicate. Most things can't communicate at all, so he is absolutely free here.
Of course, the Cthulhu Mythos Universe is dangerous. It's said that disasters in the American Comics Universe have reached an incredible frequency, destroying Earth at least three times a week. But the Cthulhu Universe is even worse, destruction is happening at every moment. Iron Man must truly have confidence to choose such a path.
The mouse digested for a long time before reluctantly accepting the fact, then said: "Tell me in detail about the first cycle after you came here."
Shiller naturally also wanted to obtain some information from him, not necessarily expecting him to reveal anything specific; observing his reactions could suffice. So, he started talking in detail about the first cycle.
At first, the mouse's expression remained relatively calm, but from the moment the cube was introduced, he gradually became unsettled, shaking his whiskers from time to time, sighing occasionally. When it came to the red fungi forming a statue and even controlling Pteranodon, the mouse's expression visibly cracked.
He cursed lowly, sounding neither like cat language nor mouse cries, possibly a curse in the language of the Outer Gods. He shook his fur and flicked his tail, then said: "Due to some reasons, I also can't return to my main body now, otherwise I might be able to help. But in the current situation, you'd better find Yog-Sothoth."
"Yog-Sothoth?" Shiller acted as if he didn't understand, "Who's that?"
"According to your human race's perspective, he's my colleague, but we also count as relatives. He's responsible for maintaining this cosmic order as an administrator, and at the same time, he's also a programmer writing the system. He couldn't possibly be completely unaware of the anomaly your friend created here."
"So, the bubble I saw during the last cycle was his eye?"
"You even saw his eye?!" The mouse was shocked again, scrutinizing Shiller with his tiny eyes several times, then said, "You human race is also quite amazing; the gap between individuals can be so huge. Usually, one look at Yog and people go mad due to too much knowledge intake, yet you had no incidence?"
Shiller was considering another matter. He didn't believe he's so fortunate, naturally immune to spiritual pollution from Outer Gods. After entering the new cycle and seeing so many mutated creatures, he felt dizzy and nauseous, clearly lacking resistance in this regard.
Given Yog's position, even merely seeing a bubble should have driven him mad. It's still the same, Yog's feature is that whether you're a human or an elephant, he administers an elephant's dose. Many people died with exploded brains.
The fact that he's unharmed indicates that the glimpse did not connect him to Yog, and the bubble probably wasn't a part of Yog or a clone, akin to a telephone with a cut cord—an empty shell with no call placed, naturally no response heard, thus avoiding madness.
But the question remains, why would Yog cut his own telephone line? Shiller assumes Yog himself cut it, primarily because it's on his turf; Yog is both the programmer and caretaker, at least a partial Creator God, with immense power here, so there's nothing that could restrict him. Other than him breaking communication on his own, there aren't other possibilities.
Shiller shared this speculation with the mouse. The mouse also seemed baffled, saying, "To be honest, Yog and I are not on the same path. I mean, we're not the same type of Outer God; I haven't interacted with him much, can't guess his intentions."
"So, can you tell me what kind of Outer God he is?"
"He's quite introverted." The mouse fiddled with his whiskers with his paw, "In human race terms, an artist personality."