At this moment, the Amputator before Lynn looked like a bloated meat worm with countless limbs, his body covered with dense stitched openings, bizarre to the extreme.
Yet, Lynn was not frightened by this disgusting sight.
On the contrary.
After hearing the other party proclaim his name, he glanced at him with considerable confusion.
"Are you the Amputator? Then who am I?"
After all, at this very moment, thanks to the spread of public opinion and fermentation, plus the official manhunt backing it up, pretty much everyone in Glostit had come to know this news, apart from the few people familiar with Lynn.
The mysterious veil once belonging to the Amputator had vanished, replaced by the true identity of "Lynn Bartleion."
The vast majority of the public were just passive receivers of information.
Domesticated by authoritarianism, they blindly believed the messages from above.