Fallen people?

The "Emperor" does not agree with this title.

In his opinion, he has always been on the right path.

Only terrorists who treat human life as a mustard and stir up strife in all parts of the world are more worthy of this title, and since the Dark Ages, he has been searching for the true source of those whispers, and this time, he realizes that he is getting closer and closer to this answer.

At this moment, there was one last thing left before he could establish communication with Whisper - sleep.

The Emperor has lost count of how long it has been since he had slept properly, and after extensively transforming his body and implanting an operating system in his brain, he has also lost some basic human abilities, and sleep is one of them.

He guessed that the whispers were using dreams to deceive people.

Manipulating dreams, this is indeed in the category of interfering psionic powers, and the psychic people recorded by the United Government are able to sneak into dreams and change the type of subconscious cognition of the dreamer.

The Emperor didn't hesitate, he quietly went to the room next to Diego, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

For a nomad implanter, the first step in sleep is to cut off the operating system and keep it offline, and the consequences of this are obvious - in the process of taking the operating system offline, he will lose all autonomous defense systems.

But if you can confront the source of the whispers, the risks are worth it.

In the midst of a strange feeling, darkness soon enveloped him.

He didn't know how long he had been wandering in this long darkness, his ears were silent, but his consciousness and mind were in a state of high activity.

Until, he felt that his consciousness had taken a journey, and other voices had emerged in the depths of the darkness.

It was the sound of the waves.

He was lying on the bed, but he had a jolting sensation.

It is as if floating on the turbulent waves with an old sailboat.

Immediately after, a faint light penetrated the world, and the "Emperor" took a deep breath, and the salty and humid air burrowed into his nose.

He opened his eyes and saw the only light source in the room.

A candle.

The flame of the candle also swayed with the waves, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

It was something he had never experienced before, but the wonderful thing was that he seemed to know where he was.

The source of the whispers did not show up, and as soon as he regained his body, he rolled over and got out of bed and pushed open the door to his room.

The narrow, dark hallway was empty, and the next torch was about a few dozen meters away from the room, like a signpost to guide him.

At the end of the cabin, the 'Emperor' finally met the ship's crew, dressed in gray robes, who were both the crew and the most devout cultists of the Lord of the Tides.

The cultists ignore the existence of the Emperor, and they are concentrating on the work at hand.

They needed to offer sacrifices to the Lord of the Tides to ensure that they could sail safely on the seas, and this time the sacrifice was prepared as usual, and they carried a thin figure onto the deck, her figure looking like the orphans, with a sack over her face.

The sacrifice didn't make a sound, her mouth seemed to have been gagged by the cultists, and her trembling body was enough to tell that she was in a state of intense fear.

The Emperor didn't stop the cultists, as he had already guessed the identity of the child.

The man Diego had mentioned, a child suspected of having awakened psychic powers, who had relayed what she had seen to her friends in the harbor through a dream before being thrown into the waves by the Church of the Tides as a sacrifice.

But that also meant that everything he saw now was something that had already happened.

Even if he had great ability, it was impossible for him to travel through time to prevent a tragedy that had already occurred.

The Emperor followed at the end of the group, and as the members of the Church of the Tides ascended the deck, the sky outside was also shrouded in darkness, and the oil lamps in the hands of the people barely illuminated the path ahead.

He glanced up at the sky, and the clouds seemed to stop flowing, and they were frozen in the sky.

In front of the ship was not an endless ocean, but a mountain looming in the darkness, and when he looked at the mountains, he had a feeling of a season.

The worshippers brought the offerings to the side of the boat, their mouths muttering words as if they were performing some ancient ritual.

They gathered in a circle and knelt reverently on the ground, facing the mountains deep in darkness.

It was also at this time that the "Emperor" vaguely saw the true face of the mountains.

They have life, they are still alive.

This is the true face of the uncharted seas, and he finally understands what happened to the former expeditionary fleet of the Coalition government, and why the well-trained naval officers are lost forever in the seas, never to return to land.

The towering peaks were watching him, and they also awakened the familiar feeling of the "emperor".

When he arrived at Silvermoon Harbor and stood on the dock looking into the distance, he felt that some kind of sight was watching him from the depths of the ocean, and now he knew that the owner of those sights was an unknown creature as large as a small town, and that there had never been any record of such a creature in the history of mankind so far.

They were even much larger than the sea monsters he had encountered in the deep sea.

The cultists on the deck completed their pre-sacrifice rituals, and two of them dragged the girl's emaciated body and slowly lifted her above their heads.

Then, he threw her off the boat and plunged her into the rough waves.

Before she could fall, a tentacle leaping out of the waves caught her.

The tentacles are covered with eyes, densely packed.

Faced with this scalp-numbing scene, the cultists prostrated themselves in front of it with great reverence, watching it roll around the girl's body and sink her to the bottom of the sea.

The sea is pitch black.

The Emperor couldn't see what was hidden beneath the black waves, but what he could see was that after the sacrifice was gone, the rolling waves had visibly weakened, the clouds in the sky seemed to flow again, and the figure looming in the depths of the darkness was fading away.

This seems to indicate that it was very satisfied with the sacrifices offered by the congregants.

What appeared to him was the only way to the Misty Islands.

The old sailboat still sailed slowly on the sea, an invisible force guiding them to their destination.

The Emperor suddenly realized that he had not gone with the ship, and he was thrown off the ship.

Or more accurately, abandoned by the whole world.

Distant ships and endless seas served as a backdrop, and he never actually reached the deck.

He was sitting in a theater.

As an audience, I witnessed a sacrifice that took place in the past.

And now, the show is over.