Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 678 A Whisper That Resounded Throughout the World

Of everyone present, she was the least fond of reading, yet despite having the lowest level of scientific literacy, she had been listening with great interest.

After listening, Zoe subconsciously compared it with what she had seen in her textbook before, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that there was no problem.

Whether it's universal gravitation or various basic knowledge points, setting aside those strange stories, everything makes sense.

Zoe also had a vague sense of familiarity, and then she remembered that Nini's newspaper seemed to be in this style.

The people in the cabin were taken aback. They exchanged glances, all looking hesitant, but eventually nodded.

"It seems so. Indeed."

"To be honest, from a purely knowledge-based perspective, there really isn't much of a problem."

"Then this is a genuine evil god. Knowledge is tainted with corruption. To spread knowledge is to spread corruption, not to mention that this knowledge is incorrect."

"It's not that serious. The conclusions drawn from these stories are all correct. If the process is wrong, it won't cause cognitive interference."

"You'd better not let the technical priest in charge of the assessment hear you say that, or you're guaranteed to fail the next evaluation!"

Chaos erupted again inside the cabin as Castel and his group argued back and forth, each sticking to their own version of events.

Meanwhile, Beatrice, who was still lying in the steam engine combustion chamber, shifted to a more comfortable position and fell into deep thought.

To be honest, she initially suspected that these were some kind of blasphemous and twisted words, especially the voice that spoke them, which sounded terrifying, deep and eerie.

When Hughes opened his mouth in the link, he scared away the believers. Beatrice also wanted to run away, but there was no way she could escape. She could only lie there listening and vomiting.

But as she listened, she became completely absorbed.

At first, she was just attracted by these outrageous stories, with a bit of curiosity, but gradually, she began to sense many other things.

She found it hard to describe the feeling, as if she had never encountered any words to describe it in her more than ten years of life.

Listening to the whispers, she seemed to enter into those stories, thinking, summarizing, and drawing conclusions along with the whispers.

Finally draw a conclusion.

She had heard of most of these conclusions, whether it was the principle of the steam engine or the theory of universal gravitation.

But the underlying logic was something she had never encountered before.

Beatrice is an extraordinary being, and the Candlelight Society has its own set of methods for accessing the Sea of ​​the Unconscious, and she seemed to sense something similar in these whispers.

This was a complete system of thought, precise and rigorous, as if a massive machine was controlling a giant steel hand, yet it only drew a small flower on the ground in front of her.

To be honest, Beatrice somewhat liked this feeling.

Those absurd stories only made her laugh a little, but she listened without realizing it, and by the time she came to her senses, she had gained a lot of knowledge.

Hmm, I have a feeling that knowledge entered her mind in a despicable way.

Beatrice was somewhat lost in thought as she watched the argument among the Castel people beside her.

Is it, as they say, an evil god?

Even if it's an evil god, it's an interesting one.

Beatrice herself didn't realize that she seemed to be looking forward to those stories; as a superhuman, she might have become a little complacent.

The anchor gradually shifted without anyone noticing.

I don't know how deep underground it is.

Xiao Bu opened his eyes, somewhat confused.

"What just happened?"

"You fell asleep while reading the holy book that Lord Frey brought!" someone nearby said. Little B looked up and realized that there were many companions around him.

"That's normal, seeing that thing makes me sleepy too!" "You can't even read, can you? What could you possibly understand?"

"So what if I can't read? Who's born knowing how to read? Just wait, I'll learn to spell in three days at most!"

"Hehe, it took you three days to learn to spell, how embarrassing! Little Bu learned it in just one day!"

Xiao Bu scratched her head awkwardly, wanting to retort that she hadn't learned it in a day.

Including the time spent searching for the books, it took a whole day and a half.

Ever since Frey brought back the Holy Scripture, the Untouchables have been in a dilemma. None of them are literate, so how are they supposed to read the book?
In the end, Frey came up with a solution: he told Little B to ask the Gear Sage, and it actually worked.

Even the Gear Sage couldn't read, but it spent some time deciphering all of this, supposedly using a complex method to deduce things based on the probability of word occurrences.

Little Bu didn't understand all that; she was just very happy that she could finally read!
It took her a day to learn to spell, and then she excitedly began flipping through the Bible.
Then I fell asleep.

The things written in the holy book were too profound, and she felt dizzy reading them. Before she knew it, her eyelids started to droop.

The stories I heard in my dreams were much more fun.

Wait, a story from a dream?

Xiao Bu scratched her head. She felt like she had just heard a lot of things, but she couldn't remember them very clearly.

The other children around me were still making a ruckus.

Little Bu looked down at the Bible, and she had just turned to the chapter on steam engines. She didn't understand what steam engines were, so she couldn't understand it.

Now, seeing the steam engine, the words whispered in her dream suddenly surfaced in her mind—

"Boiling water produces steam with immense power, capable of moving heavy steel."

Heavy steel.
Little Bu's eyes lit up, and he ran his finger across the illustrations in the holy book.

The image shows boiling steam inside a cylinder.

Lower Rhine, a food distribution point for the church.

The believers had just finished eating and were singing in unison, praising the candlelight.

But one of the believers suddenly paused, looked around, and then raised his head in confusion.

He felt like he had just been in a daze, as if he had heard something, but when he looked closely, he saw nothing.

"Perhaps it's an illusion," the believer thought, and habitually prepared to continue chanting the candlelight prayers.

But he stopped praising them as soon as he started.

He frowned, looked up at the believers beside him, at the priest in front of him, and finally looked up at the candlelight painted on the sky.

"Universal gravitation. Will the Upper Rhine, built on a dome, one day fall to the ground like that bamboo pole?"

In a closed room, a group of people holding lanterns are surrounding a person.

His face was stitched with a horny beak, and behind thick, cloudy round lenses, his eyes were devoid of reason.

"Yet another companion has fallen into permanent madness."

Is this the fate of those who wear skin?

"Give him a quick death, don't let him turn into a monster!"

The people around him were filled with grief, but in the end, they raised a heavy musket amidst sighs.

"Wait, don't shoot! He seems to be listening to something?"

(End of this chapter)