From this one death, Ke Meng saw another possibility.
The image the follower had imagined was far removed from the true form of the evil god Cthulhu that Ke Meng had seen. Only the feeling matched.
Of course, the evil god Cthulhu had no particularly concrete form, and Ke Meng knew that. But after months of Synesthesia, he had discovered that most followers retained a few distinct features in their first impressions of the evil god.
An octopus head and countless tentacles, for example, were features most Cthulhu Followers remembered. Yet this centaur follower had none of those in his impression. The image of Cthulhu in his mind came entirely from his own imagination.
Because he lacked information, his imagination had gone somewhat astray, diverging considerably from the prevailing impression Ke Meng knew.
This example gave Ke Meng much to think about.
An evil god might appear different to different people.
In that case, those strange statues on Blue Star could also be understood as carvings made by different people based on the images of evil gods in their minds.
Some statues looked completely different, but the god behind them might be the same one.
This realization broadened Ke Meng's thinking, though he had no further inspiration for the moment.
After waking once more, Ke Meng asked the bureau staff whether anything unusual had happened beyond the doors.
With so many doors sealed, the Door Organization would surely take action-or so Ke Meng had guessed. Who would have thought the Door Organization would remain completely silent?
Luo Yuan merely shook his head. "We've sealed the thousandth door already, and still no one has come out to cause trouble. We also found that the staircase has reached its end. There's no path ahead."
"Is a thousand doors the limit?" Ke Meng