Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 679 Father
Similar situations occurred everywhere, and many people heard whispers that day.

The voice was distorted and eerie, and the words it spoke were utterly absurd, yet they unknowingly took root in people's hearts.

Most people forget what they heard after waking up. Some may remember some details, but dismiss them as a ridiculous dream and forget about them. Few people think about the details or try to explore them.

But they had all, in their dreams, followed those distorted whispers, exploring the world from another perspective, in a way they had never done before.

They would subconsciously think, whether they saw a falling bamboo pole or boiling water.

Everything seemed unchanged, yet something was subtly shifting.

But the person who started all of this was completely unaware of these things.

"How was it, little Gwen? Did I do a good job?"

Next to worker Hughes, little Gwen had a rather complicated expression on her face.

"Is this all written in your holy book?"

Houston was a little embarrassed. He just didn't have any textbooks and made something up on a whim. Was it really that bad?
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the last time I made up this story, the church immediately shut me down.
Hughes's eye twitched.

"Okay, okay, I won't talk about it anymore, it's pointless anyway."

"Well, why don't you tell some more? Those little stories are absurd, but they're quite fun," Little Gwen said hesitantly.

"You're not lonely and want me to come here and tell you stories to comfort children, are you?"

Gwen clenched her fists.

"Tell me or not, it's up to you, but I'm reminding you, Zoe has been calling for days, so maybe this kind of whispering will take a long time to work."

Hughes thought for a moment and nodded: "That makes sense. Since we've got nothing else to do anyway, we might as well talk about something every day. By the way, how about we try creating a link?"

"No way! Have you forgotten Beatrice's horrible state? Last time I only glanced at it through a link and almost got corrupted and drowned! What do you think would happen if I clicked the link?"

Hughes imagined that once the link was established, the contamination would flow along the network cable and through the threads into each person's body.
"Alright, alright, let's continue the story. By the way, why did you make me draw out so many threads?"

Hughes now has a large handful of silk threads in his hand, which is what he used to tell his story.

"Oh, you mean this? I was inspired by how you created the links before, so I wanted to try sending mass messages. You see, using this whispering format means that even if your voice is eerie, it won't scare people away. Plus, I'll blur it as much as possible, and that'll open up even more links, right?"

"What are your plans for establishing these connections?"

"Uh"

Little Gwen scratched her head. She had only tried it because she found that she could connect to many people as a relay server. She didn't really have any ulterior motive.

"Anyway, it's the same whether I tell one person or everyone, so let's give it a try. Maybe it'll work?"

Gwen said in a low voice.

"And I've tried to filter out some noise, so the whispers on the other end should be very soft, and they might even forget them when they wake up. Anyway, let's try it out first. Zoe must have her reasons for doing this."

Hughes thought about it and agreed. Anyway, there was no harm in making up stories when there was nothing else to do, and he could feel that Beatrice's condition was improving through the silk threads. Perhaps if they continued like this, she would stop vomiting randomly along the web.

How about we come and talk for a while every day?

Hughes secretly made up his mind.

Soon, Hughes returned to Castel, and things quieted down in the North.

Little Gwen looked around, then climbed over to Hughes' side, checked to make sure he was gone, and then waved to the mist.

From within the white mist, a gigantic skeletal head emerged, gazing in their direction.

Then the large mass of moving white mist trembled and moved over, enveloping the area. "It's strange. These are just some random stories, but after listening to them, I do feel that my soul is more stable. Even the erosion from the mist and pollution has been suppressed."

Gwen looked at her hands, then at the skeletal behemoth that had just dragged the white mist there.

"Will it be"

Little Gwen hesitated for a moment, then closed her eyes.

She didn't know much about the supernatural world; most of her knowledge about it came from Beatrice's explanations in the links.

Later, after becoming a [Named One] and coming into contact with the Temple of the Forgotten, and being able to directly draw knowledge from the pollution, he finally gained a systematic understanding.

Now, she noticed something was amiss.

Consciousness gradually detached from the body, and little Gwen slowly descended into the sea of ​​unconsciousness.

As a familiar sensation grew stronger, she opened her eyes.

A huge, rusty chain was attached to her at one end and connected to [something else].
Little Gwen slowly raised her head and looked up.

There is no direction in the sea of ​​ignorance, nor is there up, down, left, or right, but as long as you raise your head, you can see a quietly burning furnace.

Like a cold sun.

And her chain pointed straight in that direction.

That was her anchor.

Little Gwen never knew where it was, but as Hughes whispered stories through the threads, she sensed a sense of security.

She had initially thought it came from the thread between the two of them, but now she discovered...
Little Gwen tugged at the rusty iron chain. This was the "anchor" she knew. She had imagined it to be a ship's anchor, and what she saw was indeed a ship's anchor.

That sense of security comes from the anchor.

"So, my [anchor] is pointing to Hughes?" Little Gwen thought for a moment, then gently shook her head.

"No, he is my anchor."

Little Gwen raised her hand, and the skeletal behemoth's sharp claws swung fiercely towards the worker Hughes.

boom!
The ice that had frozen Hughes' lower body collided with the bones, leaving a shallow mark on the ice, while the bone claw shattered directly.

The mist surged and enveloped the shattered claw, restoring it to its original state in a moment, while the faint mark remained on the ice.

Little Gwen remained expressionless and waved her hand again. The skeletal behemoth raised its head and slammed its claws against the solid ice.

In a dark cave somewhere.

Lina sat blankly on the stone bench, her face vacant.

After a moment, she suddenly shuddered and jumped up.

"I have to find him, I have to find him, I have to find him!!" Lina's expression was ferocious as she grabbed a thread with trembling hands.

"That's it. I heard his whisper, but it wasn't enough."

Lina suddenly raised her head.

"He'll come back again, won't he? Every time I move forward a little, I'll eventually find him!"

"my father."

(End of this chapter)