Free Web NovelChapter 1491: Chapter 916: Rogen’s Guidance
As a research-oriented talent, Hades possesses formidable information analysis capabilities.
He has honed his ability to process information into an almost skill-like existence; when certain things appear in his vision, even if he doesn’t pay much attention, his brain records and analyzes them.
This ability significantly elevates his academic research capabilities above his peers.
So, when Big Hat Logan’s whispers drilled into his mind, Hades’s extremely diligent analytical mind immediately attempted to parse these whispers.
By the time he realized something was burrowing into his mind, it was too late.
"Uh, ugh uh ooh ooh ooh—"
Hades suddenly fell to the ground, convulsing violently. His body arched like a shrimp twitching painfully in boiling water, but then quickly contorted into an extreme backward bridge, writhing like a long snake one moment and curling into a ball like Oliba the next, never having a moment of rest.
Despite the intense physical manifestations, his mind was experiencing something even more intense.
A torrent of incomprehensible information broke through the barrier of sanity and invaded his mind, bringing with it a frenzy of mental overload.
At first, Hades tried to understand and analyze this sea of information to alleviate his suffering, but he quickly realized that attempting to analyze this information only increased his pain; he was completely unable to comprehend it!
He couldn’t translate these whispers into a language he could understand, which meant he couldn’t analyze them from the start, and for some reason, under such a mental assault, he couldn’t even use defensive magic, leaving him defenseless and vulnerable.
How was this different from being trapped in a void?
Logan’s whispers were like a high-speed incantation EX, so fast that they were completely unintelligible; the torrent of unknown languages tumbling from his mouth contained traces of the local language, and Hades’s remaining sanity stubbornly exhibited a scholar’s spirit, precisely capturing those words.
"So that’s it, just #@￥% doing it this way can advance Crystal understanding further" "That’s how it operates, the principle of Crystal is %￥%￥" "No one can hinder my research!"
From the few understandable phrases he managed to catch, Hades reached an exhilarating conclusion.
That the seemingly chaotic languages Logan was spouting might very well contain the secrets of Crystal Magic!
If he could fully understand them, it would be tantamount to inheriting Logan’s legacy!
Despite the fact that Logan’s shouts were in a language he didn’t understand, and hearing them harmed his body, Hades still strove to comprehend them.
How exactly did he attempt to understand them? By speculating based on the legible sentences he arduously managed to pick out, and when that failed, by forcefully memorizing them... ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
Hades was now in simultaneous pain and joy; the pain stemmed from the harm to his psyche with every coherent whisper he heard, and with increased exposure, there was even a chance of causing severe damage. The joy lay in his belief that he was listening to the secrets of Crystal Magic.
Someday, he would be able to decipher this! fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
When that day came, he would be grateful for his current efforts!
Yet, no matter how rich his dreams, the reality was stark; his mental endurance had reached its limit, and if this continued any longer, he couldn’t guarantee not spouting nonsense like "Aba Aba" when he left the Dungeon; maintaining his sanity had become a luxury.
Fortunately, just as he was about to collapse, this unexpected ordeal finally reached its end.
The whispers stopped abruptly without warning, and Hades was instantaneously liberated.
Like being kicked squarely, he flew back out from this maddening space—this was all a sensation felt by his spirit.
In reality, when he opened his eyes, he found himself back in the small room where he had been practicing magic with Logan.
In this very moment, he stood where he had first entered this room, with Logan standing across without looking in his direction.
"Thud!"
Hades’s knees seemed drained of all strength, and upon realizing the whispers that had haunted his ears were gone, he collapsed, sweat cascading out of his helmet like a waterfall, accompanied by heavy panting.
He survived, and could still think clearly!
What a rare occurrence, when losing his sanity amidst those torturous whispers wouldn’t have been surprising; the current state of affairs felt like a great reprieve.
The effects of the whispers quickly receded from his mind, soon restoring his spirit to calmness; the vanished pain left a space in his mind that felt oddly vacant.
"What was that..."
Hades’s thoughts were now in disarray, and he couldn’t help but ponder his current state: the self staying in the Library Tower, the self in the small room, or the self in the whispering space—which one was real?
