Fissman returned to the warship, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that everything was shrouded in mist.
He toyed with the jade pendant in his hand. This little thing seemed somewhat unusual.
"Right... Someone, compare the Bible with the myths and legends in circulation. Mark out any similar content." Fissman gave the order, then remembered something and added, "Compare the Scale Clan's myths and legends as well."
The intelligent system began comparing the data. With such a massive amount of information, it would take some time to produce a final result.
But Fissman could no longer wait. He pulled up the completed portions and, sure enough, found a great deal of similar content.
From similar pronunciations to similar legends, new information appeared line after line.
People were always willing to believe the conclusions they reached after thinking things through, even if those conclusions were wrong.
He was certain that he had found the secret hidden within myths and legends.
At the same time, the Scale Clan intelligence department was also monitoring Fissman's search results.
From the moment he gained his supernatural ability, he had been placed under close surveillance.
Of course, the Scale Clan Parliament would not remove him from his post for that reason, but it was only natural that they no longer trusted him.
As the saying went, one's position determined one's thinking. Few people could cross class boundaries and remain steadfast in their ideals; most were swept along by the position they occupied.
Yet the content of Fissman's searches left the intelligence officers staring at one another.
"General Fissman doesn't actually think supernatural abilities were bestowed by gods, does he?"
The intelligence officers found it absurd. How could a dignified general be so superstitious?
They would rather believe that Fissman was laying