Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 650 You're finally online!
Beatrice looked at the motionless Hela, her expression gradually becoming complicated.

She stepped forward and gently ran her fingers across Hela's cheek. The metal gears and fine tubing were cold and hard, completely different from the feel of skin.

"Feel sorry."

Beatrice murmured to herself, looking at Hela as if she wanted to say something more, but suddenly her eyes widened.

"How is that possible! How?"

A pulling sensation swept over me, as if my soul had been pulled out of my body for a moment—a strange, long-lost feeling—a connection!
After Beatrice was imprisoned, she fell into despair, and the sudden appearance of the link was her last hope.

Unfortunately, this hope was short-lived. The sudden disconnection disrupted all her plans, forcing her to take another path.

And now.
"If only I had come sooner, but alas, it's too late to turn back."

As her consciousness gradually rose, Beatrice knew that the connection would be successfully established in the next instant. At that moment, her consciousness, which had left her body, instinctively glanced in the direction of the pull.

She only glanced at it, but that single glance sent shivers down her spine. She didn't know what she saw, only that the presence was vast, terrifying, incomprehensible, and indescribable.

She felt herself about to descend into utter madness, a wave of shock and regret washing over her. Beatrice closed her eyes, awaiting her fate, but...
Her rationality was as firm as a rock, without the slightest deviation, even more so than at any other moment before, remaining unmoved despite the turbulent undercurrents in the sea of ​​ignorance.

"How is this possible? Why?!"

Beatrice suddenly realized something; she looked down at the ancient, enormous, indescribable being.
It turned out to be her anchor.

Before she could think any further, accompanied by a certain pulling sensation, her soul arrived at another abode.

The link is now connected.

French Fries: "Hey everyone, long time no see! How have you all been doing lately? Have you found a way to help Miss Wand?"

Beatrice felt a lump in her throat and her throat tighten.

In this city of the Rhine, she is both the Pope and the Empress, yet she faces enemies everywhere.

She was just an ordinary member in this link, yet these friends, whom she had never met, still remembered her.
The kindness of strangers is the purest.

Writer: "You know what, I actually found some clues."

Scepter: "Thank you for your concern, I am much better now."

fries:"!!!"

captain:"!!!"

writer:"!!!"

French Fries: "Wait, Miss Wand, you're finally back to normal?"

Scepter: 'Restored to normal?'

French Fries: "Didn't you know? Last time we connected, you were behaving really strangely, it was scary!"

Scepter: "Hmm, what's its approximate state?"

French Fries: "You kept making strange whispers that we couldn't understand at all, some of which even sounded like wailing. We were all very worried and wondered if you were being held captive or being tortured." Indeed, you were being held captive; that was no mistake. Beatrice thought to herself.

As for torture
It’s really hard to say.

Scepter: 'Well, I was probably at a crucial moment in the ritual when I would lose consciousness for a period of time, or perhaps I was controlling a certain body, and what you heard was me giving commands to her.'

In a room in the Gear Sanctuary, Zoe, who was lying on the bed pretending to be asleep, frowned.

Although the connection was somewhat sudden, it wasn't unexpected. It was a good thing that Miss Wand was back to normal, but...
Why did she feel that Miss Scepter seemed a little different this time?

Previously, Miss Scepter rarely talked much about anything related to the supernatural, and even when she did mention it, it was only briefly.

Zoe understood this approach; after all, no one knew where this strange link came from or what kind of being lay behind the veil, so hiding one's identity was a rational choice.

This time, however, Miss Scepter no longer kept it to herself and directly revealed what she was doing.

Zoe had a vague idea that Miss Scepter might have fewer constraints and concerns.

So she hesitated for a moment before cautiously asking, "May I ask what kind of ritual is being performed? I recently became a superhuman myself and am quite interested in it."

She was determined to apologize immediately if the scepter showed any sign of refusal, since the inquiry had crossed a line.

But the scepter didn't refuse. She chuckled softly, "It's the ceremony for advancing to the 'Named One.' Didn't I mention before that I encountered some trouble? Once you become a 'Named One,' everything will be alright!"

Zoe gasped. She knew the value of being a "Named Person." She hadn't really felt it when she was just an ordinary person, but after becoming a superhuman, she realized just how powerful someone like Isaac with dual pathways truly was.

Even someone like Mr. Isaac had absolutely no chance against Lina, and couldn't even escape; his soul couldn't be retrieved by the Cocoon.

It is said that Lina is the one who gave her name.

There is no information about the "Named Ones" on the island. The Moths are an organization that has done a lot of research on secret history, but they only have a few words about this method.

If Miss Scepter really did become a "Named Person," perhaps all the problems could be solved. But that's not the key point. The key point is, she actually has a way to become a "Named Person"!?
Zoe was still carefully considering her words when Fries couldn't wait to ask:
French Fries: "What is a 'named being'? Is it a transcendental path?"

Zoe couldn't help but clench her fist secretly. "Fries, that's a good question!"

Just as she was thinking it wasn't appropriate to pry too deeply into the matter, a mouthpiece immediately appeared.

Ken is not a superhuman. As a technician, he had been living outside the island and had not yet entered Castel's inner circle. His understanding of the battle in the North was limited to what was reported in the newspapers, and he really knew nothing about the [Named Ones].

Therefore, when he heard about the scepter, he thought it was just an ordinary method and didn't pay much attention to it.

Beatrice smiled slightly. The ceremony was about to succeed, and she had also received soap from Castel. In a great mood, she patiently explained everything.

The scepter: "The 'Named One' is not a supernatural path, but an ancient title. Their combat power far surpasses that of ordinary supernatural beings, and they are said to possess some special powers."

French Fries: "Uh, so they don't belong to any church? No wonder I've never heard of them."

The scepter: 'The one with the name does not belong to any church, but there are other reasons why you haven't heard of this name.'

Zoe's eyes lit up. Here it is! This is exactly what she wanted to know!
(End of this chapter)