Chapter 801 Is Time Travel Also a Fake Story?
It was as if a thunderclap exploded in my heart.
Hughes' eyes widened suddenly, and he stood up in shock, bracing himself against the table.
He was panting heavily as he looked around.
There were mountains of documents, and his signature was still on the reports that he had only read halfway through. Further away were several filing cabinets, with Castells' coat of arms hanging on top of them—a flame that never went out.
He woke up.
This is not the throne room, nor is it any of that noise; this is Castel Cathedral, his office.
In the quiet night, the chirping of insects could be heard outside, moonlight shone on the windowsill, and Hughes was covered with a blanket; everything seemed normal.
But Hughes didn't believe it at all; he could no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood, dreams and reality.
He casually picked up the letter-opening knife from the table and stabbed his left hand without hesitation.
A sharp blade pierced through his palm, and blood gushed out.
Hughes's lips twitched in pain, but his eyes relaxed slightly.
It doesn't seem like a dream.
Pulling the knife out while enduring the pain is much harder than stabbing it in.
After pulling out the knife, the life force within the symbiotic contract flowed slightly, and the wound in his palm quickly disappeared.
"Finally back"
Bang!
The door was suddenly kicked open, and Ash, fully armed, rushed in. She had sensed the unusual activity of the symbiotic contract from the duty room next door and had come immediately.
If Hughes hadn't extracted so little life force, and if it weren't an emergency, she would have simply crashed through the wall to get here.
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Ash stared at Hughes, who was holding the dagger he had just pulled from his hand, and fell silent.
There was quite a bit of blood seeping out, and several documents on the table were stained. Hughes quickly moved his hand off the table: "I just got caught in a strange dream, maybe I was attacked or cursed."
“Understood.” Ash’s voice was as steady and reliable as ever. She stepped forward to Hughes’ side and issued commands directly through the mental link:
[The church's female guards are immediately deployed to the office for protection. All female guards have their leave canceled and are returning to their posts. The alarm has been sounded; a Level III response has been initiated.]
【No, Nini doesn't need to come over.】
"Why isn't Nini coming?" Hughes asked casually.
“She’s been writing a time-travel novel lately. If she knew you were having nightmares, she would definitely go to great lengths to pretend this is a dream to scare you.” As Ash spoke, she used the tip of her tail to open the cabinet door, rolled up a gauze from the medical kit, and handed it to Hughes.
"Thanks."
Even though she was somewhat flustered, Ash was still by her side.
Hughes felt much calmer.
Ash calmly put the door she was holding aside and used her tail to push it behind the cabinet.
As her orders were carried out, piercing alarms soon blared throughout the church, and the soldiers in the emergency response team on duty practically jumped out of their chairs. The friars stationed at Castel Cathedral immediately began an emergency assembly.
As the sergeants in the barracks pulled their clothes off the hangers, they listened intently to the alarm. After three long sirens, there was only one short siren, and then the cycle of long and short sirens began.
He breathed a sigh of relief and shouted to those around him, "Level III alert! Assemble immediately! This is not a drill!"
Soon, soldiers carrying weapons were running through the church corridors. They didn't all rush towards Hughes's office—in fact, only a small number went in that direction.
More soldiers rushed to their designated positions and stood guard, protecting key areas within the church.
Strictly speaking, the most important part of Castel Cathedral is not the Hughes area, but the stellar furnace.
If Hughes is assassinated, only he will die. But if the reactor explodes, not only will Hughes perish, but most of the island will be destroyed.
Soon, the entire cathedral was under security.
Hughes' office was surrounded by banshees, with Ash staying close by his side. Inside the church, superhumans led by the Fire Moth began searching for anomalies.
The extraordinary path of the nymph is perfect for this.
News from all directions kept coming to this side, but the one giving orders was not Hughes himself, but Ash standing to the side.
As for Hughes
The female demons at the entrance kept turning back to look this way, their faces showing some worry.
When they first arrived, they thought it was another false alarm, but they quickly realized something was wrong.
The banshees had never seen their lord like this before.
Hughes is now sitting at the table, staring blankly at the surface.
The dream he just had had a profound impact on him.
He can still recall those moments in the throne room, in the throne room of his dreams.
Yes, although he only caught a glimpse of it, he was quite certain that it was the Throne Room.
The throne room was lavishly decorated, with even some cabinets along the walls.
The long table was very large, and the whole room was also very large, but it was empty.
But in my dream, the place was crowded with people.
Hughes was somewhat dazed again; what he had heard in his dream had truly startled him.
Prometheus
Prometheus is one of the Titans in ancient Greek mythology. He is very well-known for defying the will of Zeus, the king of the gods, and bringing fire to humankind. He is therefore known as the fire thief.
Hughes was momentarily confused: "What do I have to do with this name? And—what was my real name?"
As if breaking free from some kind of constraint, Hughes began to try to recall things before he traveled through time for the first time.
The idea of "time travel" was like some kind of background setting in his mind before; he believed it to be true and never doubted it.
Even if something comes to mind, I will subconsciously shift my attention, as if I am deliberately trying not to think about it.
Now it seems very suspicious.
"What did I do before I transmigrated?"
Once he started thinking about it seriously, Hughes discovered a fact that sent chills down his spine: he seemed to have no memory of what happened before he traveled through time.
He only remembered that he was an "engineer," a very vague title, with no idea what kind of engineer he was or what industry he worked in.
On the contrary, the various blueprints, designs, and even knowledge of physics and chemistry are extremely clear to recall.
"It seems I only have knowledge, but no memory."
Hughes was silent for a moment, then activated the mental link.
The banshees' group chat had never been so quiet; they were whispering among themselves in their respective subgroups.
Group chat.
Hughes knew about group chats and emojis, and could instantly conjure up various .jpg images in his mind, but he couldn't remember chatting with anyone.
This eerie feeling.
"This is terrible. It's as if everything is fake, and I'm just a fabricated existence."
Hughes muttered to himself.
(End of this chapter)
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