262 Intelligence Network
Selma Payne’s POV:
Compared to Linda, Frank’s situation wasn’t any better.
to be more precise, it was uncertain if the person, Frank, still existed in this world.
The soul slices of the two Franks were sent back to the palace for treatment. However, on the night we encountered Azazel, the Frank at the foot of the mountain suddenly changed. He melted into a liquid substance and escaped into Linda’s ward, then disappeared.
The investigation team suspected that he did not escape and that there was a high possibility that he had fused with the black cocoon. However, they couldn’t study the black cocoon for the time being, so they dropped the matter.
Meanwhile, on the mountain, Frank also escaped from the heavy guard, in the same way the night after. He was also suspected of being fused with the black cocoon.
Two of Frank’s soul slices had gone missing. To make matters worse, according to Master Kevin, his soul had been cut into at least four pieces, which meant that there were at least two more soul slices that were still unknown. In the past three years, his father had sent people to search the Rocky Mountains multiple times, but they had found nothing.
At this point, Aldrich’s mood deteriorated. “Such a long time has passed. There’s a high chance that Frank has already died.”
I quietly held his hand.
Frank was the first guide Aldrich met after entering the army, which meant a lot to him. The two were like master and disciple in ancient epics, not close but very sincere. Whether it was Frank’s disappearance or death, it was enough to make Aldrich sad.
After being dejected for a while, Aldrich quickly calmed down and told me about the three years I missed.
Those who have become my followers could no longer claim to be the Moon Goddess’ believers. However, for some reason, the goddess remained silent about this. She showed no signs of anger as if she had silently agreed that I had stolen her man from her.
Not only did their kin not lose their werewolf identity or their wolves, but they could even participate in divine festivals like the Moonlight Festival.
Even Dorothy, who was sandwiched between the two goddesses, was not affected. Not only did the Moon Goddess remain silent about her change of faith, but even the Goddess of Fate also did not withdraw the gift she had given to her descendants.
Now, Dorothy believed in two goddesses and became my priestess simultaneously. There probably wouldn’t be a third person with more complex beliefs than her.
In fact, it wasn’t that hard to understand if you thought about it carefully. I had only been a god for a minute. If I had to use some elegant words, I was a ‘fallen’ god.
What kind of threat could mortals who had fallen from their god’s altar pose? To be honest, I only have around 400 believers. Even if there were people who wanted to join the religion later on, I couldn’t do that anymore because even the New Moon Goddess was gone!
To be self-praising, my act of stealing a god back then was mainly to save someone. Of these two goddesses, one was famous for being kind, while the other was famous for being cold. The moon would understand my actions, while fate would be indifferent to them.
Back to my followers, their bodies had more or less undergone changes after they regained their lives. This was something that couldn’t be helped. After all, they couldn’t be considered pureblood werewolves now. They were a fantasy race that I had come up with based on werewolves.
This also meant that, in addition to their majestic sharp fangs, they also had one more component on their body: The wings were black and gold, with scales falling off as if they were condensed from moonlight.
This had a huge impact on their lives.
The first was the ability to fly. A few young people were playful and had arranged a cliff competition before they were even familiar with it. Fortunately, they only broke their legs.
Then came the unparalleled recovery power. It was as if the additional wings of a moth made them real moths, and their followers would spin a cocoon when seriously injured. No matter how many injuries they suffered during the mission, as long as they spent enough time, they could walk out of the cocoon unscathed, without any residual effects.
According to them, this self-healing ability came from the ‘gift’ of the goddess.
If it wasn’t the Moon Goddess, then it was probably me.
Recalling the moths formed from spring water in the spiritual world, I thought I knew where they had gone.
The other was cohesion. Be they strangers, comrades, or people who didn’t see eye to eye with each other; their relationship became closer after they became my family. Even if they weren’t close friends, they would still establish a special link: the mind link.
These 400 people were connected to form a powerful intelligence network. Although there would be internal friction, they had always been united on the outside.
My only downside was that this network couldn’t connect to me.
That was right. I didn’t even feel the slightest bit of a mind-link interface. Other than Dorothy, I still couldn’t establish a connection with anyone, not even with my family.
No matter how depressed I was, I couldn’t do anything about it. If even becoming a god couldn’t solve my problem of not being able to establish a mind-link with others, I believed all other attempts would be in vain.
