Fortunately, the fateful Randolph did not die.

But this terrifying experience of coming face-to-face with death also caused a huge change in his understanding of people and the world.

Especially after accepting the influence of nihilism, Randolph developed a certain degree of doubt and depression about the so-called real world and the activities of human society as a whole.

Because he thinks these are meaningless.

In other words, Randolph began to feel that his life was... worthless.

And it was in early 1919, three months after the end of World War I.

Randolph Carter unexpectedly met Troy Hyperion again in a beer hall in France.

Under night.

There were not many customers in the beer hall at this time, only some drunkards hanging around.

Randolph Carter is one of them.

"I didn't expect that..."

The drunken Randolph looked at Troy, who was still wearing a pink suit across the wine table, and sighed, "You actually came back to me again."

Troy chuckled and said, "I said, when you enter a new stage of life, I will come back and talk to you again."

"Is this a new stage in life? Haha, it is indeed a stage."

Randolph smiled decadently, "I am already forty years old, and my body and soul are riddled with wounds and exhaustion. What else can I... do?"

"It's been so long and you still talk so much nonsense."

After a slight mockery at first, Troy said, "So, are you willing to establish an organization now to resist and shelter all alien evil gods?"

Randolph took a deep breath and nodded heavily: "I do!"

"Very good." Troy smiled evilly, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

In an instant, the surrounding scene changed drastically.

From a dark beer hall, it transformed into a bright warehouse in an instant.

No, it's not a warehouse, it's more like a cellar, a spacious cellar with electric lights.

And what's stored in this cellar is actually strips of shining gold bars and bricks.

"This..." Randolph looked around with wide eyes, "Where is this?"

"The underground vaults of the Bank of England."

Troy spread his hands and said matter-of-factly, "If you want to establish an organization, you need start-up capital, so... take as much as you can.

By the way, you have ten minutes. After ten minutes, people from the Bank of England will find something wrong, and then you will be finished."

As he spoke, he took out a sack from somewhere and threw it on the ground.

Randolph Carter on the side looked confused.

After being stunned, he immediately complained with a broken face:

"It turns out that the 'support' you are talking about...is robbing a bank?!"

"Shh~"

Troy raised a finger to his mouth and said, "Keep your noise down, you are engaging in illegal rice crime activities. Don't make so much noise, it will attract the bank staff."

"Ah, my God!" Randolph slapped his forehead and sighed repeatedly.

Then, he calmed down, bent down, picked up the sack, and began to pack the gold.

Ten minutes later, a piercing alarm sounded in the vault on time.

But at this time, Randolph had already disappeared into the vault with Troy, carrying a bag full of gold bars and gold nuggets.

Randolph Carter's home——

Whoosh!

In an instant, two figures and a bag of gold appeared on the floor out of thin air.

"alright."

After Troy wiped off a few specks of dust on his suit, he wrote lightly, "The start-up capital is already in place, and you can start your 'business'."

"etc!"

Randolph frowned and said, "With this money alone, you want me to find trouble with those aliens and evil gods?"

"Hehehe, of course not." Troy said with a smile on his face, "I was just teasing you."

While laughing, he took out a brass headband covered with mottled blood and rust from his deflated suit pocket, a gleaming silver Colt M1873 revolver with six-pointed stars on both sides of the gun handle, and a gleaming silver Colt M1873 revolver with six-pointed stars on both sides of the gun handle.

A delicate bracelet with Victorian-style engraving.

And threw these three things into the sack full of gold.

"This is..." Randolph picked up the red and yellow headband and asked doubtfully, "What is it?"

"This is the "Antaeus Soul Protective Helmet"."

Troy walked to the wall, looked sideways at the wall and said lazily, "You should know that there are many dangerous things or creatures, just by their existence, the human's mental state or San value will plummet to zero, and eventually become

Crazy."

Randolph nodded: "I know, what, this thing can protect a person's San value?"

"That's right." Troy smiled, "Not only the San value, but also all external impacts on the mind, soul and even the soul. This protective helmet can perfectly protect it.

But please note that since the maker of this protective helmet is not in a very normal state of mind, this thing cannot be worn for a long time, or it will go crazy."

"Um...okay."

Randolph picked up the most beautiful bracelet and asked, "What is this thing?"

"This is the "Hercmenon Reality Stabilizer."" Troy Youyou explained, "its function is to suppress all the surreal events in the space-time scene within a certain range with the user as the center to "standard reality."

state."

"Surreal events? Standard reality?"

Randolph frowned slightly, "I can probably guess what these two words are, so what is the measurement standard? What is considered surreal and what is standard reality?"

"It's very simple."

Troy patiently explained, "The so-called "surreal event" is the measure of the concept.

That is to say, all phenomena, things, situations, and landscapes that exceed the scientific and technological threshold of the user's era and exceed the average mystery limit of the civilized society where the user lives are "surreal events."
Chapter completed!