"Those who cannot be looked at directly in the fog."
This statement does fit Su Han's characteristics, but it's not quite accurate... The Cthulhu universe may contain other unseen entities lurking in the mist.
Although he felt it was unlikely that this group of people would be able to contact other evil gods because of this, Su Han needed to minimize that possibility. He immediately added another sentence.
"The observer from outside the world."
It still doesn't work; the directionality is still weak.
Su Han frowned deeply, pondered for a few breaths, and then suddenly remembered his most prominent feature. A look of surprise appeared on his face, and he said softly.
"Craftsmen who hone their skills and influence the fate of the world."
Su Han paused here. These descriptions should be enough to pinpoint the target as him…
He considered it for a full half minute, and only after confirming that there were no problems did he say his closing words.
"Call upon it, call upon it, cast your gaze upon it. The truth of illusion, the wheel of fate, descend upon the world."
The misty space was deathly silent.
The white-bearded man's pupils suddenly contracted.
Gods cannot be looked at directly! Gods observe from beyond the world. Gods hold the world in their hands, interfere with its destiny, and constantly refine it as a work of art.
This must be what the first three points mean! Undoubtedly, these three points refer to the elusive and unfathomable Speaker of Parliament before us.
No… Ultimately, the title of Speaker is merely a designation; the Speaker's real name is certainly not like that. But what… no, what is His/Her true name?
Whitebeard frowned, stuck on this point, unable to figure it out.
On the other side, Tony Stark also looked solemn. However, his thoughts were deeper than Whitebeard's.
“The Speaker of Parliament previously said that by calling His real name one could contact Him… but this passage describes His appearance, His surroundings, and the powers He wields.”
"So, analyzing what his words reveal... his real name must be hidden within them! What could it be?"
As Tony Stark pondered, he suddenly realized the last part of Su Han's words: "The illusory principle, the wheel of fate... has descended upon this place?"
Tony Stark's mind seemed to explode; his state at that moment was beyond mere tingling.
He stared blankly at Su Han, his hair standing on end, his lips trembling. He suddenly realized the terrifying message contained within this summoning ritual—
The Speaker of Parliament is the wheel of fortune!
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Chapter 33: Imagination Changes Lives! The Path of Going Hand in Hand?
Whitebeard's Observation Haki detected something amiss, and he glanced at Tony Stark. He noticed that Tony Stark's hands were trembling almost imperceptibly, and his body temperature had dropped to an extremely low level... What was he sensing?
"Perhaps I can ask him about it later." Whitebeard's mind raced. He vaguely guessed that Tony Stark might have glimpsed a truth that he himself had not.
Su Han leaned back in his high-backed chair, calmly looking down. He appeared composed, but was actually quite puzzled by Tony Stark's reaction. "I have a feeling he's conjuring up something incredible."
Su Han was actually quite curious about what Tony Stark was imagining, but sitting in his position, he couldn't and had no reason to ask.
The calmest person present was Xiao Zhi. He muttered to himself as he managed to remember it, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded gratefully to Su Han, "I understand, thank you for your magnanimity."
“This can’t be described as mere magnanimity,” Tony Stark said quietly. “Perhaps it should be called divine favor?”
Su Han didn't speak. After giving Tony Stark a deep look, his figure silently turned into mist and disappeared.
The mysterious, misty space and the towering giant's hall have once again fallen silent. Only the stars of the storyline remain, some radiating a crimson glow, others a dazzling white light, and still others as deep and unfathomable as black holes... each with its own unique and unpredictable form.
"What exactly were you thinking about before?" Whitebeard stared intently at Tony Stark.
Tony Stark remained silent for a long, long time before lowering his voice to say, "I can't say... that one, perhaps just hearing his name would trigger a feeling in his heart."
"Moreover, when we utter His name in our own world, He will respond... and this misty space is His own domain."
Tony Stark's gaze was deep and unfathomable; he completely concealed his emotional fluctuations. Even Whitebeard, using his Observation Haki, found it difficult to discern the true nature of Tony Stark's feelings.
Whitebeard didn't press the matter, and sighed, "It's truly a pity I can't say."
“I can’t say, but I can offer a reminder,” Tony Stark paused for a moment, then said quietly, “Think carefully about the last thing the Speaker said… His true identity and true divine authority are all contained in that one sentence.”
The mist dissipated, and Tony Stark vanished into thin air, returning to reality.
Whitebeard pondered for a moment, then his pupils widened suddenly. Illusion and fate?!
"Wait! It is the Wheel of Fate, yet it reverses fate... So that's it, reversing the predetermined destiny! This is illusion... And is this the fundamental reason why He has gathered us all in this misty space?"
Whitebeard had to admit that after entering the Misty Space and seeing the Starry Sky, the shackles of fate binding him had been broken.
For example, he has now sent his subordinate, Marco, the captain of the First Division, to the land of Lilliput to find the princess, hoping to heal his wounds through her healing fruit.
Or perhaps he used the power of the Whitebeard Pirates to search for the legendary pure gold that could grant immortality... In that case, it would be impossible for him to repeat the tragedy of the Marineford War.
"Although I know some of it,... I have even more doubts." The white-bearded man sighed softly, his mind racing with thoughts. In the end, he said nothing and his figure vanished into the mist.
Ash stared blankly as the two exchanged cryptic messages, then scattered in all directions. He racked his brains for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what they were implying.
"Isn't this just a ritual? Why are they so shocked by it?"
After thinking it over and over again, Xiao Zhi, still unable to understand, sighed and returned to reality.
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