A week passed, and everything was running as usual. Blake never gave the pendant a chance to "mess around", although he had to endure not touching it directly. Fortunately, there are also things on the Ziyang that keep him busy recently, so it is not as tormenting as he imagined. However, there was almost nothing unexpected on the Ziyang today, because they were so efficient the other day that they had done all the work of the week except for their daily work. Overwork is obviously not a good thing, and Blake thinks he can see why just by looking at Rey. So, he gave the crew on the Ziyang a half-day off. Except for the crew members who stayed behind in the necessary posts, the others went back to their rest rooms to rest. The crew members who stayed in the necessary positions were also relaxed, and there was nothing else to do, so they basically sat in their hoverchairs and fiddled with the electronic boards, chatting or something. Of course, a little bit of necessary work is also indispensable.

Blake felt prescient this time. As soon as he got back to the lounge, he rushed to the bathroom, so much so that he forgot to take his pajamas in advance, and almost forgot to dry himself after taking a shower. If it weren't for the system beep warning him to stand still, he would have rushed straight into the break room. Blake didn't care, not even think about it, this time, because he had other more important things on his mind - anyway, who would know if he forgot to take his pajamas in advance or forgot to blow dry them after taking a shower? However, what he didn't know was that any behavior of the crew that would normally seem abnormal would be reported directly to the top leadership of the fleet in case something undesirable happened. So, whatever he thought others couldn't possibly know, Rey would know. This time, he didn't open the "Return to Childhood" video of the ancient Helka people, but just hurriedly listened to the sound of running water and finished taking a bath. Before taking a shower, he carefully grabbed the metal rope and placed the pendant on the metal table, so as not to repeat the "very bad" situation as last time.

Five minutes after taking a shower, Blake walked to the middle of the break room, standing there with his feet apart. As if he had made up his mind, he slowly placed his right hand on the pendant. However, nothing happened. I don't know why, Blake suddenly felt that the air conditioner was blowing very loudly. "Hello?" Blake tried to shout. He felt that the air conditioner was blowing louder than before. "......," Blake began to rejoice that he hadn't tried to touch the pendant with his hand in the captain's cabin. Then, he was ready to take his hand off the pendant so he could do something more meaningful. When he removed his hand and came back to his senses, he was standing in that place that looked like the White Star again. "It's really ......" Blake twitched the corners of his mouth with a helpless expression. What can he do, what can he say, he can only go with the flow.

"Welcome to White Rift." A very familiar voice sounded from behind him. Blake turned around in surprise and found a very young man standing two paces away from him—or rather, he might have been standing there all along, waiting for Blake to come. "You...... Are you ......" Blake's eyes widened, and he couldn't even say for a moment. An unknown mixture of excitement and surprise and something else seemed to fill every corner of his body, depriving him of the ability to move even a finger. The man in front of him is slightly different from the man in his memory: the man in front of him has shoulder-length hair, while the man in his memory has short and neat hair; The man in front of him was taller than him, while the man in his memory was noticeably shorter than him; The man in front of him wore a strangely shaped earring on his left ear, and the man in his memory did not even have a piercing ear. But they had the same face, the same sky-blue eyes, and the same smile.

"My name is Cashulyre, and your name is Blake." The man stepped forward and continued. Sure enough, it wasn't him...... Blake thought to himself, feeling a little disappointed. Still, he calmly asked some routine questions: "Where are you from?" Where is this? Who are you? Why do you know my name? Probably because the other party looked too much like Cassius, Blake unconsciously flattened his tone. But for some insurance purpose, he took a step back. "If I want to believe you, you'd better answer the answers to these questions truthfully." Blake added, forcing himself to harden his tone. Even after many years, he has not forgotten the despicable methods used by the cosmic pirates and the like.

"My name is Cashuler, and I'm the Guardian here. This is White Rift, an incredibly youthful space. The man was not angry and explained with a smile. Is it really a separate space...... Blake's heart was turbulent, but his face was very calm. "Cassius, the creator of the earth, created me and everything here......" "Cassius the Creator?!" Before Cashulyre could finish speaking, Blake shouted. Now, it was impossible for him to stay calm. Honestly, he now imagines running around and shouting like Gaia. Still, he held back. "Yes, Cassius, the creator god of the earth." Cashulael raised his head slightly, his arms naturally drooping and spreading his palms with a look of reverence. "He created consciousness, he created laws, he created matter." Cashulael continued, "He is the supreme lord here, and I am the guardian here. ”

"So where is Cassius now?" Blake asked, trying not to look impatient. "I have no way of knowing." Cashulael really resembles Cassius when he laughs, but the tone of his voice is very different from when Cassius speaks. "The act of speculating on the Creator's thoughts is immoral." Cashulyre's eyes narrowed into two crooked crescents, and he continued to smile as he continued, "And I am a very moral guardian. "If you don't know, just say you don't know, don't say a lot of useless things." Blake felt a little angry, but he felt like he couldn't get angry. Cashulael really resembles Cassius so much that Blake always feels like he's dazzled.

"Blake, do you know what the point of all this is?" Cashulael spun around on one foot on the spot, looking a little innocent and romantic. "How could I possibly know." Blake twitched the corners of his mouth and replied dryly. "It's for you." Cashulaire's figure flashed, and he flashed in front of Blake with an extremely fast speed that Blake couldn't perceive. "What?" Blake frowned and tried to retreat, but was grabbed by Cashulyre's right arm. "Everything here is for you!" Cashulael shook Blake's arm, "The purpose of my existence is to protect you and support everything you do!" "Wait, what are you talking about?!" Blake now thinks he might have fainted after taking a shower for too long - everything was just a dream! "Why don't you believe me?" Cashulaire's big blue eyes were fixed on Blake, and he said with some eagerness, "You have to trust me! ”

Blake looked at Cashulael and felt speechless. He sighed, but said, "You look a lot like Cassius." "Huh? Is it? Cashulael let go of Blake and jumped back, still smiling, "The Creator created me, and his decision was to determine my image." "Then he's really ......," Blake laughed and said slowly. What is it really? Cashulael asked, with a curious expression. It's nothing. Blake shook his head and replied. I believe in you. Then, he said helplessly. Oh, that's great! I knew you would believe me! Cashulael exclaimed excitedly. He jumped, flashed again, and hugged Blake's neck directly. "Hug ...... Hug it too ......" Blake suddenly felt out of breath and said in fits and starts. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry! Cashulael was startled and quickly let go of his hand. It's okay. Blake rubbed his neck with his right hand and said.