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**Behind the Scenes + Ensemble Cast + Lovecraftian + No System + No Female Lead**  
Gods, demons, dragons, and apocalypses have all become mere fairy tales. The mysteries of this world have long since faded, but someone has dragged these bygone entities back into the light. All clues and accusations point to a man named Chen Ye.  
"Gentlemen, are you willing to shed your mortal shells and join us in embracing evolution?"  
**Expanded Synopsis:**  
Sequence 001 — The Mimic  
Sequence 002 — The Deep Diver  
Sequence 003 — The Invisible Man  
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I will publish this story on RoyalRoad.com

Cthulhu: I Created the Monster Sequence

In a dimly lit rental apartment, liquor bottles and cigarette butts littered the floor. A black-haired girl sat slumped against the wall, her body covered in bruises, eyes hollow. A man rampaged through the room, hurling objects and curses.

"Ungrateful brat! I fed you, raised you, and this is how you repay me? Calling the cops on your own father?!" He pulled off his belt. "Should've drowned you at birth!"

The belt lashed her skin, but the girl remained silent, her expression numb.

"Cat got your tongue? Weren't so quiet with the police, were you?!" He raised the belt again—

A large bird shattered the window, swooping inside.

"What the—?!" The man swung the belt, but the raven spoke in a woman's voice: "Still a failure, Du Chun. Barking like a dog at home, whimpering outside."

The man froze. The voice—his ex-wife's—cut through him. The raven shifted into a middle-aged woman, her eyes entirely black, devoid of whites.

"You blamed me for everything. Said you'd thrive if I died. Yet here you are—pathetic." She turned to the girl. "Hurting, aren't you?"

The girl looked up. "Mother...?"

"Let's kill him," the woman whispered, dissolving into a knife on the floor.

The girl gripped the blade. Her father stumbled back. "Y-Ying'er! I'm your father! You can't—!"

The knife plunged into his chest.

That night, rain soaked the streets as the girl wandered, blood staining her clothes. The raven followed, observing her vacant eyes.

The raven—having absorbed the man's memories—knew the truth: this girl, Du Ying, had endured years of abuse after her mother's death. Her father, a gambler drowning in debt, had forced her into prostitution.

"End my pain," the girl pleaded.

The raven tilted its head. "Living hurts? Then give me your body."

It bit her shadow, devouring it whole. The girl collapsed, dissolving into nothingness.

Now, the raven wore her form—permanently. Green scales rippled across her hands, claws sharp enough to slice stone.

She could replicate any ability: fish-man's strength, Wall-Walker's phasing, Hive Queen's toxins.

In a secluded alley, men leered at the "girl." "Finally came willingly, huh?"

She walked past, claws flashing.

Heads rolled before they hit the ground.

The Raven’s Second Evolution!