Gone Mad

Gallo controlled the white-gold humanoid, extending a finger composed of Radiance to gently touch Sacia's forehead.

This action immediately triggered Agent Clovin's vigilance; his muzzle lifted slightly, but he was stopped by a stern look from the person in charge, Damon—until the intentions and strength of this "Spirit Realm entity" were clear, acting rashly was extremely dangerous.

The moment his fingertip touched the center of Sacia's brow, Gallo mobilized his vast reservoir of knowledge—not the information from the world he currently inhabited, but rather the flood of information he had experienced and encountered in his previous life before transmigrating, a stream of data entirely distinct from the current technological and cultural system of the Iron Glory Empire.

His Memory lv2 skill allowed him to recall much of the knowledge he had not fully mastered before his transmigration, and he carefully selected fragmented, seemingly profound yet chaotic and disordered content: snippets of relativistic mass-energy equations mixed with the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics, the Big Bang theory spliced with Buddhist concepts of reincarnation, the twisted correlation between binary computer code and ancient I Ching hexagrams, and even some illogical pop song lyrics and internet memes...

This massive, chaotic flow of knowledge, completely beyond the comprehension of this era, was forcibly injected by Gallo into the depths of Sacia's brain using Psionic power.

"Ugh... Ah--!"

Sacia let out a short, painful scream, her eyes rolled back instantly, and her body began to convulse violently.

Her gaze became vacant and unfocused, as if Gallo had thrown a compressed information packet into her head; the content within was so complex and disordered that it exploded in Sacia's mind, the sheer volume of data ignoring whether her brain could fully receive, categorize, or process it.

Clovin, who was controlling Sacia, felt her body go limp, as if all her bones and strength had been drained, while Gallo slowly leaned down to observe Sacia's reaction; Clovin, standing opposite him, swallowed hard, not daring to make any move that might cause a misunderstanding.

At this moment, Sacia began to mutter incoherent words unconsciously; from a whisper at first, it grew loud enough for Clovin nearby to hear, though he could not understand the content of her ravings.

"E=mc²...

Wave function collapse...

Singularity...

Amitabha...

010101...

Qian is Heaven, Kun is Earth...

Love you walking alone in the dark alley...

Odd changes, even stays the same...

PHP is the best language in the world..."

Her expression shifted between ecstasy, terror, and deep confusion; clearly, her brain could not process this sudden information explosion, and her logical thinking had been completely shattered.

To the senior investigators of Clovin, this was a classic symptom of mental collapse caused by a direct impact on consciousness from powerful Psionic energy—Psionic pollution, or permanent insanity triggered by the sudden acquisition of a vast amount of incomprehensible knowledge.

Such damage was almost irreversible with the Empire's current technology.

Investigator Damon's expression grew even more solemn.

The behavior of this Spirit Realm entity was unfathomable, and it was impossible to judge whether it had bestowed a gift of knowledge upon Sacia or a punishment.

Gallo watched Sacia, hearing her murmurs, and felt very satisfied; this way, even if Clovin managed to restrain Sacia, they would be unable to extract any information regarding Gallo from her.

If Gallo had just injected the information flow from this world into Sacia's mind, Clovin might have found clues about Gallo from her ravings.

Furthermore, the reason Gallo chose to drive Sacia insane rather than kill her was primarily because the channel provided by the Red-Robed Cleric for Gallo's Psionic projection was too narrow, and killing someone directly through a Psionic projection would consume more energy than the Red-Robed Cleric could withstand.

In other words, the man was too weak, and if Gallo's Psionic projection had killed Sacia outright, it would have looked too deliberate to Clovin, as if he were overly worried that Clovin's people might find important clues about him through Sacia.

Having finished all this, the white-gold humanoid retracted his finger, no longer looking at Sacia, who had fallen into a state of idiocy on the ground.

He slowly turned toward the altar.

At this moment, the life force of the Red-Robed Cleric was like a candle in the wind.

He had completed his mission, summoning the "Holy True Lord" of his heart, and now wore a look of satisfaction on his face, but his breath was weak to the extreme, and the Spirituality burning within his body was nearly exhausted.

The white-gold humanoid "watched" him quietly for a moment, without words or further interaction, as if merely confirming the completion of a process.

Finally, Gallo's spiritual consciousness controlled the humanoid to slowly scan the battle-ready Clovin team, his gaze lingering briefly on Damon, yet still showing nothing—no threats, no communication, no goodwill, and no malice, only an unfathomable indifference.

Immediately, the white-gold humanoid's radiance began to dim and turn transparent, dissipating rapidly like mist in the morning sun.

The massive Psionic pressure that had filled the entire space receded like a tide, as if it had never appeared at all.

A few seconds later, the living room returned to "normal," leaving only the smell of gunpowder, the scent of blood, the limp and idiotic Sacia, the dead High Priest, the shaken remnants of the cult, and a group of Clovin agents with extremely grim expressions.

"Clear the scene immediately! Seal all information! Take all survivors away, especially Sacia Taylor; she is to be kept under the strictest surveillance!"

Damon quickly recovered from the shock and issued a series of orders, her voice as cold as ice.

She knew that although this operation had destroyed a stronghold attempting to communicate with a Spirit Realm entity through a sacrificial ritual, the outcome was a failure for Clovin.

That Spirit Realm entity had still descended successfully; they had failed to stop it, and might have even caused irreversible consequences.

What exactly was that white-gold entity that had suddenly appeared and vanished? What was its purpose?

Although it had quietly disappeared at the end, who could guarantee that it had truly returned to the Spirit Realm, or if it had simply hidden itself in the real world in another way?

Damon took a deep breath; everything that had happened during this operation needed to be reported to headquarters immediately.

Far away, outside the Moonlight Cafe on Lubo Lane, Gallo slowly opened his eyes, picked up a piece of white bread smeared with butter from the table, and took a bite, as if everything that had just happened were merely a fleeting daydream.

Only his slightly accelerated heartbeat and the clear memories in his mind proved that it was not an illusion.

Looking at it this way, Clovin's people shouldn't be able to trace him through Sacia's group, though there were still some loopholes.

He just didn't know how Clovin viewed unofficial Psionic users like him.

He had never used his Psionic power to harm any ordinary person in the Empire, and had even saved the life of a Clovin Psionic user once; perhaps Clovin actually held a favorable view of his existence.