Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

Does it mean physically eating me?

But Charlotte said that, despite the messenger's acquisition ability, there have been no reported deaths.

This also suggests that "eating" may not be "eating" in the physical sense.

Wayne had a vague feeling that this was highly related to acquiring special characteristics, but he lacked key information.

"Information is indeed missing, but we're in a nightmare right now, and I still have two teammates."

Wayne tried to sketch out two familiar cognitive outlines in his mind.

Name, past experiences, personality, characteristics.

Lillian, a battle nun from the Punishment Court of the Eastern Continent Empire, possesses superb fighting skills and a passion for battle, and is associated with the characteristics of mysterious gray flames and holy prayers.

Ethan, who once single-handedly wiped out an entire gang in Sin City, intimidated all gangs in the Federation with his name "Phoenix." He is carefree, has extensive connections, and possesses the characteristic of having blood-stained feather markings that can prolong his life.

As Wayne fully engaged his subconscious, he sketched out a complete outline of the character in his mind.

Wait a moment.

In the spacious center of the guest room, two strangely shaped chairs carved with intricate runes have appeared out of nowhere.

On one of the chairs sat a pretty red-haired woman, dressed in a formal suit, slender, polite and shy.

On another chair sat a stern-faced, brown-haired man dressed in beige casual wear. He was burly and had a bewildered look in his eyes.

Lillian and Ethan both appeared in the form that Wayne was most familiar with in his subconscious.

After seeing Wayne, Lillian looked around without showing any unusual expression, except when she saw Ethan, in which she showed surprise.

When Ethan saw Wayne and Lillian, he looked puzzled, then looked around the unfamiliar room, stood up, and looked bewildered.

Wei En remained silent, waiting for the two to speak.

Ethan frowned, glanced at Lillian and Wayne on the left and right, and asked:

"Where are we? A hotel? How come the three of us are in a hotel?"

silence.

Ethan, puzzled, continued to ask:

"No, I heard from the team leader that you went to the metropolis to acquire special abilities, right? You succeeded?"

Lillian wasn't surprised at all; she simply brushed a strand of hair aside and said softly:

"Ethan, actually... we're in a dream."

Wayne was surprised.

Unexpectedly, Lillian realized it immediately. Could it be that she was able to continue the memory of the last nightmare?

"A dream?" Ethan was immediately struck by the absurdity. "Lillian, how can you be sure it's a dream?"

Lillian glanced at Wayne.

Ethan followed Lillian's gaze and looked at Wayne.

Wayne nodded and said, "Okay, let me ask Lillian first. Lillian, is this your second time here?"

Lillian frowned and pondered for a moment, then turned her head and saw the crimson fog outside the window, and replied:

"It should be the second time, but the room is a little different. Last time it was an entertainment venue, and this time it's a hotel room, but the feeling from the outside is the same."

"What did we do in the dream last time?" Wayne asked.

"Last time? I took bed sheets and blankets to the cemetery to catch rats." Lillian said with certainty.

well.

It seems that Lillian in reality only has a vague impression of nightmares, while Lillian in nightmares has complete nightmare memories.

"Yes, that's right." Wayne nodded in agreement with Lillian.

Ethan listened from the side, feeling somewhat helpless:

"No? You two, explain this to me properly, don't say things I don't understand."

Then, Wayne calmly explained the dream to Ethan, ensuring that it was in sync with the information Lillian knew.

Ethan carefully processed the information, gradually understanding everything. His eyes held a strange expression, and he chuckled sarcastically:

"Southern Cemetery? Benjamin's grave? A rat mutant? Repeated dreams? Less than a third of his physical attributes and characteristics? Are you kidding me? This sounds like the aftereffects of some major event."

Wayne responded with a smile:

"Oh, whatever, you can interpret it however you like, but I did encounter some difficulties acquiring the characteristics today, and I have some questions I'd like to ask you two."

Ethan sat back in that strange chair and leaned back. "Okay, ask whatever you want."

Lillian nodded, indicating that she would answer any questions she had.

Wayne's expression gradually turned serious: "How...how did you all acquire your special abilities back then?"

The question fell silent.

Ethan leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. After a moment of reflection, he spoke first:

"Actually, I already possessed special abilities before I joined the Special Affairs Bureau. Of course, I'm not a messenger. If I had to say, I might have been noticed by some being, like a cult leader."

"Pay attention? It should be similar to staring, right? What is the specific process?" Wayne asked.

"The specific process..."

Ethan narrowed his eyes, his thoughts drifting back to the past. He exhaled and said:

"Phew, it was a distant summer evening. After the rain, the sun was blood red, and even the clouds in the sky were dyed red."

"That day, I was gazing at the sky as usual. Haha, thinking about it now, I actually miss the leisurely life of the past."

"I looked at the sky, at the horizon, and after a while, I felt a cloud moving, moving very slowly."

"My first impression of the wind was that it was very strong, which made the clouds move faster and allowed my vision to clearly capture their movement."

"But the more I looked at it, the more I realized that it didn't seem to be the kind of translational movement that the wind was blowing, but rather a kind of fluctuation, or rather a kind of oscillation. At first glance, it even looked a bit like a living thing, and the range of oscillation was slowly expanding."

"I was deeply impressed; it was an enormous cloud that covered the entire sky."

"I didn't think much about it at the time, I just kept looking up at the sky, admiring the blood-stained clouds and the sunset."

"But the movement of that cloud became more and more obvious, gradually affecting half of the sky, completely attracting my attention. It was very interesting."

"Actually, this kind of experience is very common. Everyone has had this kind of fantasy in their childhood, but soon I realized that something was wrong."

"Because the clouds in half the sky are no longer confined to a rigid swaying; they seem to possess a kind of pulsation, or rather, a pulse, like the pulse of a living organism."

"My curiosity was piqued, and my imagination ran wild. I kept guessing what that cloud might be—a bird, an eagle, or a legendary atmospheric creature."

"Or perhaps, that cloud is the claw, limbs, head, or even the torso of some unknown atmospheric creature."

"During the guessing process, my vision blurred for a moment. It seemed that the unknown creature trembled, and I felt that I could see clearly the cloud that was stained half the sky with blood."

"That cloud was actually...it was just a feather from some unknown creature. It was just a feather, yet it covered half the sky."

"I even feel that I saw a corner of the wing behind that feather. It had no boundaries, yes, no boundaries. Perhaps that wing spanned the solar system. That's the only way I can describe it."

"To my surprise, an eye opened on that cloud—no, to be precise, on that feather."

"That eye was enormous, embedded in the clouds, almost overlapping with the setting sun, and it vanished in a flash."

"It saw me, and I'm absolutely certain it was looking at me."

"Because, when I lowered my head in fear, I discovered that my limbs were covered with dense, blood-stained feather patterns."