Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

Wei En slammed the Soul Pearl onto the wooden table with a single palm strike.

The dark blue bead cracked.

Wisps of black smoke billowed out, ethereal and shaped like terrified human faces, screaming as they drifted away. Some of the smoke went straight to Wayne's face.

The gray-haired girl glanced at the crumpled paper on the ground, her eyes showing some surprise. Then, she gently inhaled the black smoke from the faces into her nose.

The entire Times Square was bustling with noise and cheers, and under the sweeping spotlights, no one seemed to notice the strange occurrence in the center of the stadium.

Wayne kept his head down, his vision blurred, and as the black smoke covered his face, his consciousness returned to a sliver.

Those hazy memories all surfaced in this moment of clarity.

Michigan Special Affairs Bureau, Section 7, Group 2, Five Dimensions, Ten Directions, Past Sequence, Acquiring Characteristics, Communicating with the Past, Paper Anchor Point...

Wei En felt his mind clear for a moment, and he understood his current situation. Excitement overflowed in his eyes, accompanied by an overwhelming sense of tension and pressure.

It's unbelievable... it's actually come to this.

Confront the past. What's next...?

The gray-haired girl gently comforted her, "Don't be nervous, you won't die after I eat you."

Wayne looked up at the gray-haired girl in front of him, his gaze uncontrollably piercing through her old gray dress and catching a glimpse of a corner underneath.

Her body contained no flesh or blood, only churning, grayish-white mist, like a murky soup, with layers of intertwined worms faintly visible.

In that murky soup, countless tiny pupils floated in the mist, slowly turning, each reflecting a blurry human figure—some crying, some laughing, some bewildered.

It's all about Wayne, all of Wayne's past, his joys and sorrows.

The ground beneath her feet continuously seeped out a sticky broth, mixed with countless wriggling maggots, flowing towards her feet like a living river and merging into the grayish-white mist within her body.

The surrounding neon lights, streetlights, and spotlights suddenly dimmed, as if they had been absorbed by her and seeped into the thick, gray soup within her body.

Her face, which wore a pure smile, became incredibly illusory, spreading out like thick soup, transforming into countless twisted worms and tiny pupils, filling her entire field of vision...

Wayne opened his mouth, but still couldn't make a sound or say what he wanted to say.

The last vestige of clarity in my consciousness was gradually covered by an inexplicable haze.

The effects of Soul Amber Wood are weakening.

Even as the world spun around him, and he was constantly gripped by immense fear and intense heart palpitations, Wayne forced himself to retain a sliver of clarity amidst the hazy moments.

You need to communicate with Him.

But I can't speak at all right now, how can I communicate?

In a state of extreme confusion.

Wayne remembered what Ethan had said:

As long as you retain a sliver of clarity, even without uttering a word, He can see right through your thoughts and feelings, thus enabling communication.

This idea came to mind.

The twisted worms and tiny pupils before her eyes converged and reassembled, transforming once again into the pure, gray-haired girl's smiling face.

The gray-haired girl stood up from her seat, clasped her hands behind her back, tilted her head slightly, a hint of a smile in her eyes, and spoke in a soft, sweet voice:

"Ethan? What he said makes sense. Would you like to talk to me?"

Wayne immediately felt something was wrong, cold sweat poured down his back, and he dared not look at Him, but just stared intently at the crumpled paper on the ground.

His body was trembling, his mind was trembling, his brain and all his nerves were trembling.

It was a sense of submission that arose from the depths of one's heart when facing a great being; it was a tremendous fear that surpassed the sum of all past fears; it was something far more profound and terrifying than descriptions like "incredible," "bizarre," or "indescribable."

He knew that His thoughts and ideas had been captured by Him.

He can clearly perceive any thought that even slightly arises.

Humans have no chance against Him, and are no different from cats and dogs.

Next, any inappropriate thoughts must be controlled, and no transgression should occur.

Moreover, you must never, ever let Him capture the most crucial and important secret.

The gray-haired girl was puzzled: "A kitten? A puppy? How could a kitten or puppy cross the line? But... what important secret are you hiding?"

Wei En was deeply shaken. Suppressing all other thoughts, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he began to think about:

He said He would eat me today. How does He plan to eat me? He said He thinks I smell very good. But what exactly makes me smell good?

The gray-haired girl asked with a smile, "You want to know more about me?"

Wayne tightly controlled his thoughts and continued to repeat them over and over:

He said He would eat me today. How does He plan to eat me? He said He thinks I smell very good. But what exactly makes me smell good?

The gray-haired girl pouted, her eyes darting around. After a moment's thought, she answered with a touch of innocence:

"Hmm... A person's soul is made up of memories. Your soul is different from any other soul I've ever seen. It has a unique kind of gloom and oppression. It smells so good. I really want to eat it."

Wayne was startled:

It wasn't eaten in the physical sense, as expected.

He eats souls, or rather, memories, and He finds the dark and repressed memories in the soul delicious.

Are extreme emotions delicious?

As Charlotte once said: "To try to unleash extreme emotions in the face of the past may buy you a moment of respite."

He thinks I smell very good, and He wants to eat me, so I must have the most unique soul, as well as the most extreme memories and emotions.

There are no more questions.

I possess the most unique...

Stop! You can't think about it anymore.

If you think any further, He will know everything.

However, under such high pressure, people's thoughts always tend to drift uncontrollably, as if by instinct.

They need something to occupy all their attention.

Wayne stared intently at the crumpled paper on the ground, as if grasping at a straw.

As long as he keeps his eyes on the crumpled paper, his thoughts will be occupied by the information related to the paper, and he won't be led astray.

The gray-haired girl's gaze was innocent: "Don't be afraid of me finding out. What's the most unique thing about your soul? Let me taste it."

Wayne continued to stare intently at the crumpled paper on the ground, suppressing his wandering thoughts.

I didn't dare to think about it for even a second.

But his consciousness was gradually fading.

The sliver of clarity that Hun Pomu had managed to achieve was about to be swallowed up by the haze.

Seeing that Wayne was no longer sending messages, the gray-haired girl asked somewhat dejectedly, "So, can I eat you now?"

Wayne knew that if the stalemate continued, all their efforts would be in vain once the effects of the Soul Amber Wood wore off.

So I sorted it out in my mind:

Since He consumes memories, then for me, as His messenger, being consumed by Him might be a necessary step in acquiring these attributes, and also a necessary price to pay for them.

The gray-haired girl's eyes lit up with excitement:

"Yes, yes! But... there's something about you that I can't see clearly, or rather, an aura about you, that's blocking me."

Wei En was startled: An aura? Ability to block the past? Could it be…?

No! I need to stop thinking; there can be no extraneous thoughts in this place!

The gray-haired girl thought for a moment, then said playfully:

"Hmm... okay, so what do you want to eat for me? I can't wait!"

Wayne dared not think any further, nor could he delay any longer; the last vestige of his consciousness seemed to vanish in the next second.

He made a decision and recalled a particularly unique memory.

He captured this memory instantly.

"Here I come."

The gray-haired girl had a faint look of joy on her face. She stretched out a finger and gently touched Wein's forehead with the tip of her finger.

It feels cool to the touch.

In the field of vision, gray-white mist surged, completely absorbing the surrounding night scene, square, neon lights, and spotlights.

Wayne returned to that memory from the past.

……

Wayne and the gray-haired girl stood together in that memory, looking at his past self.

It was a very familiar high school classroom.

The dim sunlight shone through the glass window and fell on the book "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation" on the podium.