Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

"I'm a bit thinner, so maybe I can go down with weapons. Anyway, it's just a dream. If I die, I die. It's not like I haven't died before," Lillian volunteered, a smile in her eyes.

"Don't rush."

Wayne was still thinking.

He could sense that the torn pages were below the cave.

This time we were very close to getting the fragment, and the rats had already given up. We couldn't give up here.

Although Lillian could use the ash flames to wipe out the rats, it would be disadvantageous for us. Our firepower is all outside the cave, so eliminating the rat swarm outside the cave is the optimal solution.

Once we go down into the cave, wouldn't that be tantamount to giving up our advantage? Giving up the heavy firepower we prepared?

No, no, we should prioritize fighting outside the cave.

How do we lure the rats out...?

The rat poison I brought last time was mixed with some grains, which did attract rats, but unfortunately I didn't bring any rat poison this time.

There's one more thing I brought this time...

Wayne remembered the "Heart Nail" he had brought in.

The "Heart Nail" can amplify faith and intention, and its specific effect is the mass replication of consciousness threads.

But does the consciousness thread actually work on mice?

With a thought, Wei En's bluish-black bite mark on his neck flashed for a moment.

Before my eyes appeared countless tangled threads, stretching endlessly into the distance, yet all sparsely scattered.

Even each ball of yarn contains only a few threads, and the emotions it conveys are very thin.

It is clear that these threads are not human consciousness threads, but rather the consciousness threads of a small animal with a simple brain.

"Very good. Since there is a ball of yarn with consciousness, it means that my characteristic [Weaving Heart] has room to be utilized."

Wei En's lips curled up.

The Grade A sealed artifact, "Corrupted Copper Whistle," is not present.

Without its help, it would be impossible to accurately stuff the massive amount of consciousness threads into each ball of consciousness.

However, judging from the previous phenomenon of rats gathering into rat monsters, the combined rat monsters are able to act independently and seem to possess a certain dominant consciousness.

Therefore, it seems that there should have been one or even several leaders in the rat swarm before they merged.

Of all these threads of consciousness, some must belong to the leader.

You can manually insert the threads of consciousness one by one. As long as you can influence the leader, you can probably influence the entire rat swarm.

The next question is what kind of threads to create...

Mice don't understand human speech.

The only option is to convey a vague idea of ​​action rather than a specific thought.

The simpler and easier to understand this vague behavior is, the better, to ensure that it has a significant effect on a creature like a rat.

Wayne suggested:

"Ethan, Lillian, you two go back to your original positions and prepare for heavy firepower coverage. I'll try to get the rats out on their own."

Ethan, seeing Wayne's confident demeanor, became intrigued:

"Oh ho, what do you mean? You're not going to show off your special abilities, are you?"

Wayne let out a soft breath and waved his hand:

"I can't hide it from you anymore, hurry up and go, it might not work, success or failure hinges on this."

"Alright. It's up to you."

Ethan smiled and returned with Lillian to their firing position directly in front of the cave, where they picked up their ammunition and reloaded.

Wayne took out the "Heart Nail," pricked his finger, and yellowish-green blood oozed out.

There is no pain in the dream.

There was just a strange itching sensation that swept from my fingertips all over my body, all the way to my forehead.

Consciousness is high, and countless thoughts are gathering and ready to be unleashed.

Wayne imagined himself as a mouse, silently thinking to himself:

The thought that the leader of a rat pack has when leading the pack out to forage for food...

Or rather, the rat leader's intention to lead the rats out to launch a counterattack...

The will to lead the entire tribe out in a full-scale attack...

It was an extremely vague thought.

Wei En repeated the thought to himself over and over, as a thread gradually formed in his hand.

"It should work."

"Fortunately, my traits are complete in the nightmare, unlike Ethan and Lillian who only have one-third of their traits."

"Next, we need to stuff the thread into the spool of consciousness of the rat swarm leader."

Wayne placed the thread in front of him, suspended it in mid-air, and then meditated, using those pent-up thoughts to repeat it over and over again.

In the blink of an eye, the thread in front of them began to rapidly split and replicate, becoming hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of threads...

In the end, it was impossible to detect the exact number; one could only roughly estimate that there might be over a million, densely packed and obscuring the view.

"Okay, there are too many, we can't use them all, let's take them one at a time."

With her feminine hands, Wayne stuffed the threads one by one into the numerous tangled threads of rat consciousness before her.

The rat's consciousness thread is very sparse, with only a few strands.

The process went smoothly.

But the number is enormous.

Wayne took the threads in front of his face one by one and, relying on his senses, stuffed them into the clumps of consciousness.

"Cast a wide net, hoping to get caught in the tangled web of the rat leader's consciousness."

And so, one thread after another was inserted, taking root and extending.

While operating the machine, Wayne kept an eye on the movement of the rats below the cave.

At one point, the rats suddenly became restless.

Wayne stopped what he was doing, knowing that he had probably succeeded.

He quickly moved away from the cave entrance, then turned and waved to Ethan and Lillian:

"That's fine."

Without waiting for Ethan and Lillian's reply.

The dense swarm of rats shot out three or four meters high like a fountain, then landed, surging in like waves.

With Lillian's heavy firepower, Ethan completely suppressed the rat swarm.

The impact of the shotguns and heavy machine guns suppressed the rat swarm, preventing them from gathering together and forming a single unit.

Wayne, meanwhile, continued his "exercise" while swinging the crowbar...

[Sports Lv.1 - Extreme Body] Progress 30.0%, 31.2%, 32.4%, 34.8%...

[Breathing Lv.1 - Empty Breath] Progress 86.6%, 86.8%, 87.0%, 87.2%...

Seeing the progress rapidly increasing, Wayne felt reluctant to completely wipe out the rat swarm.

It would be wonderful if I could improve my progress in my nightmares every night.

Unfortunately, he has been entering nightmares for the past few days. In the nightmares, Wayne becomes more and more sleepy, as if the nightmares cannot continue indefinitely to allow him to make progress.

And considering that the tattered page in the cave might be crucial...

Wein then decided to stop holding back and wipe out the rat swarm in one go.

……

The firepower lasted for nearly ten minutes.

Near the cave entrance, the ground was littered with piles of rat carcasses.

Ethan and Lillian had almost run out of ammunition.

The crowbar in Wayne's hand was also stained red with blood.

The rats appear to have been completely wiped out.

Wayne sensed that the torn pages were below the cave, and with the rats no longer obstructing the view, they were clearer and closer.

But there were still a few creaking sounds deep inside the cave, very sparse and faint, from some mice that had managed to survive, nothing to worry about.

Ethan looked tired. He put down his shotgun, stretched his shoulders, and asked:

"That's a great characteristic of yours. It can directly affect rat populations. Could it also affect humans?"

Wayne shrugged:

"You guessed right."

Ethan feigned fear:

"Then I'm a little scared. Stay away from me from now on."

Wei En was speechless.

Ethan returned to seriousness and continued:

"But what's next? I just saw some rats get scared and run back into their holes. There should still be a few that escaped and haven't come out."

Lillian also stood up, no longer holding the heavy machine gun, stretched her wrists, and suggested:

"How about we go down and eliminate the remaining rats? I can lead the charge."

Wayne knew that Lillian's gray flame property was quite effective against rats, so he agreed:

"Alright, let's go down into the cave and wipe out the remaining rats. Once they're all gone, the nightmare shouldn't repeat itself."

At the same time, he thought to himself:

"Let me see what benefits that tattered page will bring once it returns."