Chapter 800 My name is Hughes?
What is war?
Hughes no longer had the energy to ponder these philosophical questions; to him, war meant endless meetings, countless documents to approve, and a multitude of tasks to handle.
He remembered that he had designed a civil service system to help him share the workload. What were they all doing?
Oh, they all seem to be working overtime too. Apparently, Chloe, that dead man, was so exhausted that she fell asleep in the courtroom and fell off the table.
Everyone is very busy.
Castells was already a large industrial nation with a sophisticated and complex set of operating logics, and transforming it would be an extremely complicated process.
The production line and corresponding workers, the transportation and import/export of raw materials, and the allocation and statistics of production capacity all need to be handled simultaneously, with continuous monitoring and improvement to prevent errors from occurring or escalating.
In his previous life, Hughes was just an engineer. What industry did he work in? I can't quite remember. In any case, he had no experience managing an entire country.
In retrospect, it seems fortunate that the entire administrative system was copied, which barely managed to keep the industry running.
Hughes stared at the document in front of him for a long time, but couldn't absorb a single word. The neat words seemed to become distorted and fight on his desk, while his heavy eyelids seemed to want to press down from the sky and destroy the whole world.
He shook his head, but this time he couldn't shake off the fatigue. Hughes rubbed his forehead, trying to cheer himself up, but it didn't work.
He's too tired and needs to rest.
Subconsciously massaging his scalp, Hughes remembered that he seemed to have learned eye exercises when he was a child and wanted to try them out, but his memory was fragmented and he couldn't recall the details.
Perhaps too much time had passed. Hughes's thoughts drifted off to another topic without his noticing. He was indeed too tired, and his consciousness was gradually fading. Yet, he felt somewhat unwilling to let the day pass by like this, thinking it would be a waste to let it go by like this. He could have reviewed a couple more documents.
Wanting to rest yet unwilling to let time slip away, my consciousness got stuck in this tug-of-war, neither falling asleep nor waking up.
In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, Hughes felt as if some of his restraints had disappeared. He felt as if he were awake, yet he knew he was not actually awake.
"A lucid dream?" Hughes looked around curiously.
Lucid dreaming is a very interesting state in which one can control their dreams at will, and can fly and disappear at will. Many people can control themselves to enter such a dream state through certain techniques.
It is said that the author of "Inception" got his inspiration from a lucid dream, where one dream leads to another upon waking.
Speaking of which, he really liked that movie, Hughes thought aimlessly, like the protagonist in the movie.
main character
Who was the main character again?
I don't quite remember; it's been too long.
Hughes' attention was about to wander off, but then he suddenly stopped.
Why is the time frame so long? He's only been in Castel for a few years, and even including his previous lives, it hasn't been more than ten years.
Things from ten years ago aren't so easy to forget, for example...
for example
Uh, what was he doing ten years ago?
Hughes had almost never thought about anything on Earth; his own memories were always vague, but his memories of the technologies and blueprints were crystal clear.
He had never paid attention to these things before, but for some reason, he wanted to recall them today.
He is an engineer who has been working for some time. He is very familiar with various theories and on-site drawings, and has been involved in various industrial sectors. Even in his previous life, he was very skilled.
But where does he work again?
Is it a state-owned enterprise? A private company? A design institute? Or a research institute?
Hughes could recall the specific meaning of each of these terms, yet he couldn't connect any of them to himself.
Blue Star was a vivid world in his memory; he could recall every detail. But when it came to himself, things became blurry.
"Thinking about it carefully, Hughes is also my name in this world. What was my real name again?"
I don't remember.
I don't remember? How could I not remember?
How many years has he been in this world? Besides, even if it's been a long time, he shouldn't even remember his own name!
Fear arose from the depths of his heart, and a question stuck in his throat. He dared not ignore it, nor dared he think about it in detail.
"who I am?"
Wavering, hesitation, fear—a series of emotions nearly overwhelmed him.
"This is a dream, this must be a nightmare, I should wake up!"
Hughes struggled and bit his tongue hard.
The next moment, he sat up in bed, panting heavily.
It really was a dream.
Moonlight streamed across the ground. Hughes stood up, walked to the window, and looked outside.
Blood Harbor is not as lively at night as it is during the day, but there are still quite a few people walking on the streets.
Hughes's mood gradually calmed down.
"That's strange, why would I have such a dream?"
He chuckled to himself, realizing he might really be under a lot of pressure lately.
To dream of something so ridiculous that I have to deny that I traveled through time.
It's rather absurd that he can't even remember his own name.
Hughes shook his head, sat down at the table and began processing documents. After signing several warrants, his pen suddenly stopped.
"Speaking of which, what was my original name again?"
The pen tip stopped in mid-air, then gradually began to tremble.
"This is also a dream?"
He changed the direction of the pen tip and plunged it hard into Hughes' own palm.
Using the pain as a means, Hughes finally woke up from his bed.
Ignoring the cold sweat covering his forehead, he looked around in fear.
The bedroom was quiet, the room was completely normal, and there was a bell by the bedside, which was used to call the old butler, Connor.
Hughes reached out to shake it.
But suddenly, he stopped again.
Hughes swallowed hard and tried again to recall his name.
"I can't remember."
So, this place is still a dream.
Taking a deep breath, knowing he was still in a dream, Hughes felt somewhat calmer.
He must have fallen into some kind of strange state—a curse? A supernatural attack? An assassination attempt?
But none of that mattered, Hughes suddenly smiled.
He has an absolutely reliable method to determine whether something is real.
【return】
As he silently uttered the command, Hughes's vision gradually darkened.
Lord Hughes was, in the end, just a shell, and he had more than one such shell.
As for the soul?
Even the symbiotic contract couldn't overcome the Golden Throne, and the worker Hughes's almost godlike thread abilities were also ineffective against it. Although we don't know exactly what this throne is, its status must be extremely high.
If you're so capable, come to the Throne Room and drag my soul back!
Hughes gave a cold laugh.
"First, have the worker Hughes explain the situation to Little Gwen, then have her find a way to remind the people in the North. It will take less than half a day for the message to reach Castel."
"This was probably a conspiracy against me, but they probably didn't expect that I'm not afraid of it at all!"
"Even if it's an assassination, my death will only result in a forced return. It's not like a dead body can't descend. Worker Hughes is an example."
As he thought this, Hughes's consciousness gradually dissipated and he began to fall.
It feels like this comeback process has been exceptionally long.
Oh, and when you return to the Golden Throne, you must remember your name.
The last thing I saw was the coat of arms of Castel hanging on the wall: a raging fire that consumed everything.
(End of this chapter)
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