Linden had entered the Protocol Hall through the God of Death's statue. It was a separate, sealed-off area, divided from the other sections of the Seat of Navigation, and Linden couldn't get from here to the area full of project rooms.
Here, aside from communicating with the God of Death, there was nothing else to do.
After a long conversation, Linden finally decided to leave.
Before he went, Linden took one last look at the Soul Transport Pipelines spread throughout the Seat of Navigation.
Inside the pipelines, some souls whose surfaces had accumulated too much Aether were diverted separately, falling downward—
His consciousness sank back into the main body of the cyan mushroom, and with his hands and feet gone again, Linden twisted his mushroom stem, not quite used to it.
Linden first swept his consciousness quickly across the entire Mycelium Network. Sure enough, just like last time, although he had spent quite some time in the space of the Seat of Navigation, not much time had passed in reality. His subordinates hadn't even noticed that Linden's consciousness had briefly left.
The Seat of Navigation seemed able to alter the speed of thought?
The God of Death had told him to deal with the Demon King, and that was something Linden had intended to do anyway.
As for Link, if he really stood on the Slime's side, then there was nothing more to say.
It was just that, regarding why Link would stand on the Demon King's side, the God of Death had only said he had been bewitched by the Demon King's mistaken ideals.
Linden reserved his own opinion on everything Nephrela had said.
Although the Slime was evil, it probably wasn't simply a madman bent on destroying the world, and Link didn't look like that kind of person