The course of events gradually became clear, and CAAT, whose outline had once been blurry, was growing ever more distinct. In Little Rich's eyes, this was actually a good thing.
Although the enemy's connection to reality had become tighter and the power it could commit had increased, he still considered it a good thing.
What was interesting was that he had not reached this conclusion through precise advanced calculations. Instead, it came from intuition—the intuition he had cultivated amid madness and struggle after being born and raised in a hellhole like the Cancerverse.
Because CAAT resembled the Old Ones in many ways, yet if Little Rich were asked to precisely describe those similarities in words, he could not.
It could only be called a special feeling, a sensation that made every hair on his body stand on end, like walking alone at night and feeling that something in the darkness behind you was watching.
Feelings, intuitions, sensations—these were all highly subjective things. Little Rich generally did not use such imprecise words, but when it came to the Old Ones, those indescribable entities, he could only use the palest language to describe it all, just like any other human.
To be honest, Franklin Von Doom was confident that he could defeat the vast majority of enemies. But when it came to the Old Ones, he did not want to confront those entities again in the slightest.
Their appearance in his nightmares not long ago had already placed immense pressure on him. If they truly entered reality, Little Rich did not even know whether he could remain sane and avoid falling into madness.
The smarter a person was, the more deeply they seemed to feel the presence of the Old Ones. Thick-headed fools, on the other hand, seemed completely unaffected.
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