Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 632 Do I look like a god to you?

After the writer's words, everyone in the link fell silent.

Indeed, the difference between organized speech and shouting is quite obvious, and it is easy to judge once you notice this.

French Fries: "You mean she can't speak right now, she can only scream?"

Writer: "I can only say it's very similar."

French fries: "How could this happen?"

French Fries: "What on earth happened? What's wrong with Miss Wand right now?"

If it were the Zoe from before, she probably wouldn't have known anything about it either.

But now Zoe has reached the transcendent. She can gain a lot of knowledge by contacting the Sea of ​​No Knowledge. In Castel, with the help of Hughes, the transcendents of the Fire Moth also shared some basic knowledge of the transcendent with her.

The author said, "She may be being tortured, or she may have gone insane."

French Fries: "What?! Scepter, she's gone mad?!"

Author: 'I'm just in a state of madness right now, it might not last. Madness can be temporary, intermittent, or permanent. Temporary madness will gradually subside over time until I recover. Uh... a certain state that leads to madness will cause someone to enter a state of temporary madness.'

Hughes nodded. Castells syndrome can indeed drive people crazy, but generally, a night in a hospital bed is enough to cure it, and there are no lasting effects.

The author stated: "If someone experiences multiple stimuli in a short period, or encounters a contaminant again during a moment of temporary madness, they may develop intermittent madness. This type of madness is similar to temporary madness and can recover, but it's uncertain when it will recur. It cannot be cured on its own; medication or a professional therapist is needed for any chance of recovery."

Captain: "Is there a chance? And is it possible it can't be cured?"

Author: "Yes, intermittent madness means the erosion has already deepened. Rather than saying there's a chance it's incurable, it mostly leads to complete madness. The erosion of pollution is like an abyss; once you fall in, it's very difficult to climb out."

The author: "And finally, there is permanent madness, a madness that cannot be cured by any means. The person's reason has completely disappeared—no, at this point, they can no longer be called human, but rather a monster. Their mind is devoid of any reason, their body is filled with pollution, and the person trapped in this perpetual state is themselves the source of that pollution."

While the people in the link continued their discussion, Hughes' eyes widened.

He had never seen anyone driven to permanent madness, but was his body filled with corruption?

He had actually seen that before.

Lord of the Moths.

The evil god of the Fire-Chasing Moth was originally summoned to the mortal world by these extraordinary beings to absorb the evil god that corrupted them, but Hughes accidentally purified it.

But it's clearly an evil god!

Perhaps the evil god is also filled with corruption within him, perhaps.
Those who fall into perpetual madness have some connection with evil gods.

That's very interesting.
Hughes stroked his chin, making a mental note of the matter. He would ask the people of the Fire-Chasing Moths later, since he still didn't know where the Moth Lord came from.

The group in the link discussed for a long time but couldn't come up with a good solution. They didn't know the true identity of the scepter, nor did they know where she was. After racking their brains for a long time, they could only continue to observe.

Author: "Let's put Miss Wand aside for now. There's another person in the link who isn't here either."

French fries: Gwen

The author: "She didn't even respond anymore, as if she was no longer here."

That's definitely not over here; Gwen's threads are still in Hughes's hands.

In fact, Gwen was the only one who saw through his identity. This worker Hughes had no connection with Lord Hughes at all, yet she was able to find out.

Perhaps Gwen, as the "named one," is even stronger than Hughes imagined.
Author: "Gwen, speaking of which, I know a girl named Gwen."

French Fries: "What a coincidence, I know him too." Captain: "."

French fries: "Uh, will it?"

Author: "Unlikely. Anyway, Gwen is perfectly fine with me, and I've inquired; Gwen isn't a rare name in the North, so having the same name is quite normal."

French Fries: "Well, hopefully Gwen's alright. It's been so long since we've heard from her."

French Fries: "Sigh, it's so hard for a little girl like her to survive in this chaotic world. She's so young; she could easily lose her life if she encounters even the slightest trouble. What am I saying! Anyway, I hope she can hold on. Let's all pray for her."

Author: "Hmm."

The link fell silent for a moment as the group focused on praying quietly for Gwen.

Hughes's expression suddenly turned strange.

He was pretty sure none of the people in the link were speaking, but somehow the voices kept popping into his head.

"Gwen, you absolutely must be alright!"

"Survive, survive, survive, survive!"

"May the storm protect the poor. Little Gwen, if you survive, I'll allow you to work as a boiler master on my ship!"

"This damned world! I wish Castel could unify the world someday."

"I also met a big Gwen, and summoned an Iron Ark. Once I become the captain of the Ark... sorry, Black Pearl, I still prefer big ones."

"Survive, survive, survive, survive!"

Hopefully, Gwen can resolve her troubles, avoid going hungry, and stop being bullied.

"Survive, survive, survive, survive!"

"I wonder if the Gwen I know would... sigh, it's unlikely, Gwen is so young. Wait, I think I know a little Gwen too."

The words in his mind became a jumbled mess. Hughes felt like Sun Wukong, with three people chanting the mantra around him.

The human brain has a strange function: if many people are talking to you at the same time, the brain will simply stop working and you won't be able to hear a single word.

Hughes rubbed his temples, trying to analyze what had happened.

"How can I hear their prayers?"

"Is it another link problem?"

"These three people... wait, are they praying to me?"

It's quite possible, really. These three people might have joined some secret society and worshipped him.

Even if not, given Castells's current trend of praising Hughes's name when in doubt, he might just habitually pray to him.

That's not the problem. The key question is, even if they're praying to him, why can he hear them?!
You can listen to other people pray
Hughes's expression grew increasingly strange.

To be honest, this just doesn't make sense, does it? Doesn't it make him seem like—

Like a god?

(End of this chapter)