Chapter 92: Impact

Chapter 92: Impact

It came from a curly-haired baboon…

For a moment, Justice Audrey did not know whether Mr. World was talking about a real curly-haired baboon, or using it as a substitute term for certain humans who did not know how to calculate.

In the Loen Kingdom, curly-haired baboon was a phrase that often appeared when mocking others, frequently associated with jokes about intelligence. (Note 1)

It looks like Mr. World does not intend to explain further. Alright. For now, I will treat it as a real curly-haired baboon…

Audrey did not continue asking. Instead, she said, “Previously, in order to trace the clues of a mind dragon, I went to a place with customs of dragon worship, did I not?”

“But did you not already discover that the mind dragon lived inside the local residents’ sea of collective subconscious, and for your own safety, chose to leave?” the Hermit Cattleya replied.

“You returned there again?” the Magician Fors guessed.

Justice Audrey shook her head.

“No. I left that place long ago. It is only that I recently heard a rumor.

“An archaeological team entered a certain village in that region. One member suddenly went mad during the night, and that mental illness seemed capable of spreading. The other members went mad one after another. They killed one another, or committed suicide. In the end, no one survived.”

The Hanged Man Alger was just about to speak when the Hermit Cattleya had already said, “That matches the traits of a mind dragon.”

“I do not doubt that. I am only somewhat curious whether that mind dragon is still in its original region,” Audrey said, expressing her thoughts.

“No,” the Hanged Man Alger and the Hermit Cattleya answered at the same time.

At the head of the mottled long table, the Fool Klein was reminded of another matter by this:

The “anchors” of the gods!

He suspected that the dragon-worshiping customs in that region were the “anchor” stabilizing that mind dragon’s state.

Before such customs were completely dismantled or uprooted, that mind dragon should no longer need to worry about its “anchor.” After it left, it could completely hide itself within the sea of collective subconscious of living beings in a new region, without needing to take risks entering individual dreams and shaping faith. In this way, for the three great Churches to find it, they would be seriously lacking clues. After all, none of them were specialists in this field. Even if they possessed corresponding sealed artifacts, at most they could enter the sea of collective subconscious to fight or force that mind dragon out… On the other hand, the Psychology Alchemists might be able to grasp something…

As Klein casually thought, he made the dummy, the World, say, “The custom of dragon worship is very helpful in stabilizing that mind dragon’s state. You can have people pay attention to this matter. If a relatively large change appears, it means that mind dragon will create similar traditions somewhere else.”

He had originally intended to say that he suspected that mind dragon was angel-level, at Sequence 2. But after careful thought, he felt this could not be confirmed.

Indeed, humans only needed “anchors of faith” to stabilize themselves and avoid madness once they reached Sequence 2, once they entered the angelic level. But that was a dragon in the true sense—an ancient extraordinary creature with inherited madness. Even if it had been purified generation after generation, and weakened generation after generation, it would certainly still be more prone to losing itself than humans. Therefore, perhaps at Sequence 3, or even Sequence 4, it would already need “anchors” to resist the tendency toward losing control.

“That kind of custom helps stabilize a dragon’s state?” Justice Audrey asked back, both confused and puzzled.

“Yes.” The World Gehrman Sparrow offered no explanation, merely giving a definite reply.

Audrey subconsciously turned her head and looked toward the seat of honor at the bronze long…