With the help of NOG's detonation of the data hedging space on the peninsula, the fierce battle has once again returned to a balanced and fragile situation, except that I can still complete the observation of myself, and thus not confirm whether I am in a state of "unknown", everyone else is indeed in a state to some extent, I am already in a state where I cannot complete a full observation - I don't know what situation they are in, what they are thinking, what they are going to do, what kind of changes are happening to them, And whether such changes are good or bad for them, whether they are planned successes or temporary failures.

I don't know anything. Although my eyes were still open, I could see the sun and the coast, but I had fallen into a complete passivity in terms of information—like the darkness that shrouded the interior of the peninsula, although I could vaguely see the unnatural outline and feel the danger hidden in it, but that was all.

I felt that I was in such a bad situation, that there was unimaginable malice watching at me, that it made swallowing noises, and that it was stinking saliva, but even so, I didn't feel discouraged in any way—or rather, if I had flinched at this level, Takakawa himself would not have been able to fight until now.

Everything is possible before the moment when the winner is decided, and there are countless deviations at work before everyone reaches their limits. Since the Torchlight exists here, it is not possible for this deviation to be bad for just one person, but "although it cannot be directly confirmed, everyone must be in a bad condition for themselves". Maybe I feel isolated and in a state of nowhere to go, but I can't take it for granted that others are better off than I am.

I thought so, guessing. It is inferred that every detail that has been accumulated from the past to the present, and the knowledge of every organizational characteristic, has been preserved as information, and it has always been in use. So it was then, and so it is now. Any of my speculations, any intuition feelings, any seemingly fanciful imaginations are not unfounded, they are the result of my observations and interpretations of the world in which I live.

I believe in myself. No, rather, I have to believe in myself. Because, my secret cannot be told. If you can't convince others, who else can you believe when you fantasize and act with such a secret? By now, my former companions have become assivers on a different path, and I am the only one. Walk in the direction that diverges from them.

It's too hard, it's too painful. It's so sad. However, it is because of such hardship, so pain, and so sorrow that I will not bear it. If I don't see it, if I don't walk such a path, who can explore the possibilities of this road for me?

"If I don't go to hell, who will?" I said this to myself, and suddenly I thought. It's not for nothing that I've come to where I'm today, or that I'm on a path that only I can walk – and isn't that what "I'm unique"?

What I'm doing, no one is going to do, that's why I have to do it. It's as simple as that.

Don't doubt, don't retreat, don't give up doing what you should do because you can't be a hero, because everyone is born in this world, it must be meaningful and has an innate mission.

I heard the sound of the waves. Accompanied by the sound of the waves, there was a sound that seemed to come from the deep sea, as if it was my delusion, as if it was a call to me, as if it was telling my mission, affirming the meaning of everything I did, this sound made me peaceful, calmed me, gave me solace in my soul, and let me get the slightest rest in the midst of great terror and uneasiness.

I began to think about the entangled and unrecognizable status quo, and to ignore the mysterious things that had been wolf and tiger. With the black water in front of me and the darkness behind me, I was as fragile as a sandcastle on the sandy beach in between, but let go of my anxiety about that fragility now. Under this dead and oppressive sky, take a good rest.

I found a rock, sat down, lit a cigarette, and didn't think about where the cigarette and the lighter came from. The taste is so familiar, bitter, choking, just like my past self, I actually don't like cigarettes, but after smoking, I gradually got used to it. I'm used to this silent, bitter, and determined taste that spreads towards my mouth.

When a cigarette was burned, I lit another one, and at this time, I heard the sound of the waves again—no, this time it was not an illusion, not from the inner noise and thoughts, but a real sound, a ripple in the material, although it came from the black river, but not the sound of the black river itself. I looked at the source of the sound, on the horizon that divided the heavens and the earth, the black river seemed to extend further, but there was an outline in the opposite direction, gradually growing larger and clearer.

I stared at the silhouette that had grown from small to large, and knew it was a boat. After the storm came, the peninsula has been isolated from the world, in the phenomenon of abnormal changes, I don't know how the surrounding residents will look at the peninsula, although the alienation of the right river, the momentum caused by it has torn the dark clouds that cover the sky, the huge impact caused, but also tore the harsh climate outside the peninsula, let the sky clear, but, the clear outside the peninsula does not set off the peninsula is so abnormal, so terrifying?

The black water and darkness that envelops the peninsula must be a scene that is out of step with the normality of the past. No, because of the existence of Blackwater, there may not be many survivors around the peninsula, and even from the known intelligence, there are not many "humans" left in the entire repeater world. Therefore, the people who came by boat at this time were definitely not ordinary people.

Who will it be? Maybe it's the NOG reinforcements - there is such a voice in my heart telling myself the answer.

The boat was nearer, surprisingly fast, but it did not rush across the water, as if it were drifting with the current, but it had reached the bank before a single cigarette had burned out. The Peninsula Marina was somewhere else, but the boat chose where I was. The boat is a classic ferry boat on the peninsula, similar in size to the one we took when we first arrived on the island, but without the sound of the engine or the honking. Like a ghost, pushed by the desperate black water, it rushed straight to the beach.

I didn't get up, I just sat quietly on the stone and watched it.

The cabin opened. One by one, people climbed onto the deck and jumped off the deck. As I guessed. All of them are acquaintances, and they are John Bull and others in the NOG team who have not appeared on the peninsula before. Previously, the leadership of four squads and a commander-in-chief of the NOG team, a total of five people, came only the commander-in-chief "Rivet" himself. Now it's all here: John Bull of Cyberball, Sigma of Torchlight, Louise of Black Nest, and Chameleon of the Sunchaser after forming the NOG team. The four squads have their own duties, and the situation on the peninsula has changed now, even if they are not on the peninsula, they definitely have a huge contribution in the rear.

The manager of the NOG Paris area stronghold that I saw in Paris: Apricot and Ryder.

Among them are also Wenqing and his wife, although they have met very rarely, but I know that the two have a special identity in the NOG team, because their origins are related to the Central Principality.

There are many that are only occasionally glimpsed. Not very familiar, don't know the name. But it can't be said that it is a member of the NOG of strangers.

and the style of the outfit, the electronic demon messengers that clearly bear the traces of this repeater world, such as the puppeteer Grega. These electronic demon messengers must have made a huge change in their own mysterious power, otherwise it would be difficult to escape the black water changes of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Gaconuts. Furthermore, the mysterious experts who had mysteriously transformed themselves into electronic demon messengers in order to adapt to this repeater world were able to survive until now. It must have been some way to convert the identity of the electronic demon messenger again.

The total number of reinforcements was forty-three—a surprising number, and according to my initial estimates, it would be around the point that there would be no casualties in the Black Water Project of the Four Heavenly Courtyards. It seems that the plan of District 51 is crazy though. But it's not without scruples. NOG and Area 51 still maintain a relationship of imminence. In this way, it is not surprising that the people in NOG who are forced to become electronic demon messengers can also survive when the black water strikes.

I didn't know how the NOG team could do this, but because I believed they could do it, I trusted the Whisperers to them. Now that they were all on the peninsula, it was no surprise who the last group to emerge from the cabin was.

However, there are only three people: Sagawa, Sakiya and Hakkei. At the time of my departure, there were more than three whisperers. The other two additional inductors, the maîtress and the governess who were planted by Father Edward with the "Seed of Mystery", have also awakened their own mystical powers, but have not escaped the fate of death? Although I was prepared for the worst after confirming that the "Mysterious Seed" was the product of Father Edward's experiment, I was still a little gloomy not to see the two of them walk out with Sakiya.

I am not surprised that the Whisperers have arrived on the Peninsula, or rather, their arrival is a testament to how bad the world is today. The fact that "the whisperers and the remnants of the NOG must have arrived on the peninsula" is simply the inevitable result of many factors. Actually, whether you come to the peninsula or not, it's just as unsafe, there is no real safe place in this repeater world - and when I broke into Las Vegas with the NOG team, I knew that this would definitely happen, maybe in different details than I originally thought, but the result was the same. The advent of the apocalypse and the collapse of the repeater world, no matter what factors led to such a process in the eyes of others, mean that the Las Vegas repeater is in a sensitive and fragile balance point, and this balance point is also the premise of the "Raider Las Vegas Repeater".

So many people have died, so much pain and sorrow has been caused, there are a series of conspiracies and clever strategies, and there are unexpected deviations everywhere, but even so, NOG's plan is indeed being carried out well. That's amazing, NOG guys.

"Achuan!" Sakiya rushed over as soon as he got off the boat, and the whole person hung around my neck like a pounce, "Agawa! Achuan! Achuan! Achuan! Her voice seemed to have a magical power, and I couldn't hold back the tears in my eyes. I hugged her tightly, breathed in her scent, listened to her voice, she just called my name, but it was worth a thousand words to me. I didn't know what to say at this time, but my mind was tumbling with a thousand emotions, like a huge wave that overturned every boat of thought, swallowing them in a huge whirlpool and pulling them into the depths of my mind.

A great sense of relaxation came from my brain, like a warm breath coming from the cracks in the nerves, blood vessels, and muscles. After such a short and long battle, I felt that I had finally found a moment of peace, as if the horror and intricacies of the battle had all gone away at this moment.

I couldn't express my emotions, and I suddenly felt like I couldn't describe my feelings in a thousand words. I was silent, still welling up in tears.

Hakkei also walked up and hugged me and Sakiya from the side. The weight of her body, the strength of her arms, all pressed on us, but I felt that she seemed too light, as if only a heavier force squeezed on my body could make me feel her presence more deeply. I don't know if Hakkei cried, but Sakiya was already whimpering. In the days when the black water was raging, the two must have suffered unprecedented pain in the past, they didn't know themselves in the reality of the hospital, they didn't know themselves in the apocalyptic illusion, for them, this repeater world was their whole world, and this world changed drastically, and the destruction and despair brought by the end of the world destroyed everything they knew in the past.

Even if there is no blackwater raging, there will inevitably be other incredible disasters from which people will not get joy, and I do not feel ashamed to cry and be vulnerable at the junction of death and dying.

Even though the world is merely a repeater world in my mind, I can empathize with the pain, the sadness, and the despair more than anyone else. Because, even if it is not this repeater world, the other worlds are the same, in the eyes of the doomsday syndrome, no matter what the world looks like, there are similar shadows, full of despair, madness, sorrow and pain, and even people have to be hysterical, desperately struggling, discouraged, as if their souls have fallen into the darkest abyss. (To be continued.) )