Wang Yong's consciousness entered a darkness, and unexpectedly he didn't hate it, just like entering that comfortable and warm darkness in his sleep.

The next moment he woke up.

He was lying on a slightly decaying wooden floor, covered in dust. The rays of the setting sun shine through the old-fashioned wooden windows, and the dark red curtains on both sides are covered with dust, making it a little stuffy and the air is not very fresh.

He stood up and pushed open the window.

Outside the window is the glorious sea illuminated by the setting sun and the very dilapidated harbor, as if it had been abandoned for decades.

"Xiao Yi?" Wang Yong asked.

"Z-ding-ding-z-" Like listening to a radio on an extremely distant channel, Xiao Yi's voice was completely inaudible. In his sea of consciousness, the silver-white shadow seemed to appear and disappear vaguely.

It was so quiet that only the faint sound of the waves in the harbor and the faint collision of the huge abandoned machines in the harbor could be heard.

Wang Yong propped his hand on the edge of the window and took a deep breath of air.

His mood was surprisingly calm.

He came from nothing, and everything now and in the future is his life.

And according to the order in which the world opens, there are still more than ten years before the next world opens, and it is not necessarily a bad thing to start a life in a strange world or a different world.

He glanced back at the room, where there were several old cardboard boxes.

Wang Yong circled around the cardboard box and found that it was painted with the pattern of a warship.

He was silent for a moment.

Remembering something, this picture is a bit like the opening screen of a game he played before - Fleet Collection.

He looked at his clothes, white trousers, and a navy hat trimmed with gold trim on his head.

He opened the box, which contained old bedding and a notebook with a crusty cover.

He picked up the notebook, the cover of which had probably been made of half-cow leather, but now it was a little hardened.

He rubbed the cover for a moment, then opened it......

It was not any kind of writing that Wang Yong knew.

The shape of the text is somewhat like Sanskrit, but it is arranged horizontally, from right to left, and written in dark green ink......

There doesn't seem to be any strange evil attached to the text.

Wang Yong took out his ebony wand and slowly swept over the words on the note, and the illusions of these words jumped out of the note one by one, forming a green curtain in the air.

Wang Yong's mind was silently reciting complicated incantations.

The words swirled and twisted into the vortex like a nightmare.

What popped up was his native Chinese, although some of the words Wang Yong did not understand.

He leaned against the wall and held his forehead, an area was a little tired, and people almost wanted to stick a syringe into it and give him a sobering injection.

He knew it was the after-effects.

Some time ago, in the low-tech world, he manipulated a lot of cyborgs to replace, arrest people, and it took him a lot of energy to replace memories and reform the content, and even his mental power was a little overdrawn.

Although his life level has evolved greatly, he is still a human being and has not become an immortal or a god.

He reads the words......

On April 28, 897, I arrived at the Single-Crowned Bay berth, became an admiral, and summoned Glick, the shipwit of Haiya's history.

……

On April 34, 897, the pressure was getting bigger and bigger, and the strength of the deep sea was really beyond imagination, the land area was still shrinking from 24% of the sea to only 14% now, and the connection with the Shilan country was becoming less and less, and the radio signals over there were not clear and intermittent.

……

On October 4, 899, there were turbidity waves everywhere, and the contact with the outside world was almost cut off, although there was no shortage of oil bombs, steel and aluminum, but there was a shortage of food, and there were more than 400 ship girls, but now there were only 70 or so, and they could not see hope, they could not see hope at all, and they did not know what happened to the people on this island.

……

On February 22, 901, it was very cold, and when Moa went to the main island, there were almost no survivors left, the land area was shrinking, and the mountain was only halfway up the mountain.

……

On May 14, 901, the weather was getting better, and I was still alive.

……

On May 20, 904, only me, Greek, and Remi were alive, and we were fine. The survival of mankind is a responsibility that I cannot bear, just in this small corner, let's live together, I won't let them attack.

……

On October 24, 914, unable to complete the mission and unable to recover, Greek died.

……

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14/40/942 On the last day of 942, Remy also decayed and died, and I was still alive, incredible, deep sea? A distant word.

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On February 2, 957 I was no longer able to keep a diary, although I was still alive. What am I writing so much for, unaccompanied, I have lived for more than ten years, incredible.

Are there any latecomers? Did the humans of Hayya perish forever? I do not know.

Has there been extraterrestrial life here, and what would they say about the ruins?

Isn't it? Extraterrestrial life?

……

Wang Yong was shocked, his back was cold, the flannel curtains fluttered quietly, and before he knew it, the night was already deep, and the silver moonlight sprinkled on the sea, flooding with gusts of silver.

When he saw the last line of text, he even wondered if someone was watching him from behind, but of course it didn't.

This is a world of absolute loneliness, and it is doubtful whether the original race still exists.

When Wang Yong observed the planet in space, the land area was very small, less than 5%, just a few small islands hidden in the huge waves, and the rest was all the ocean.

It turns out that the admiral here is also quite good, and has held on to this small island for decades, but the deep-sea fleet on the other side seems to have abandoned this place.

Perhaps this world is the world line of the victory of the deep sea and the complete defeat of mankind.

Wang Yong strolled out, walked out of the promenade, and came to the harbor.

The waves here are very large, and the waves here are not like the inland sea, or the coast guarded by a chain of islands, and the sea rushes towards the shore, causing a splash several feet high.

He opened his arms against the blowing sea breeze, and then his whole body seemed to be blown up by the fierce sea breeze.

Like a piece of paper suddenly swept up by a violent wind, he swirled around and soared into the air.

Rising higher and higher in the icy night wind, observing the town guard mansion where he was.

It is composed of a series of four islands, and the island where he is located is one of them, with a total of about 5,000 square kilometers, but when you look around, only the southwest seems to have a faint island.

The farther away it was, there seemed to be a darkness that could never be dissolved, and that kind of power even Wang Yong felt a little palpitation.

In this bright moonlight, ding!

connected, Wang Yong smiled slightly.