The goat's head is not there.

This is an even more incredible scene than that absurd and strange dream!

Duncan stood at the door and was stunned for a long time before he finally came back to his senses, and then directly pulled out the saber at his waist and walked forward slowly with full vigilance.

The goat's head was indeed not there, the familiar nautical table only contained nautical charts and a few miscellaneous items, and the place where the goat's head was originally placed was only an empty tabletop.

Duncan stared at the empty table for a few seconds before slowly retracting his gaze and looking up.

More scenes of disobedience came into view.

All the furnishings were mottled and old, the walls and columns were covered with cracks of different shades at some point, there were many things missing from the shelves next to them, almost only empty shelves remained, and on one wall where a decorative tapestry had been hung was now only a suspicious black stain, next to the stain was a window, which was covered with dirt, and the window was dim and chaotic, and only a few suspicious glimmers could be seen quickly flashing.

It was as if there was some very fast moving shadow, speeding through the air outside the window.

The whole chart room felt as if it had been abandoned for an unknown number of years, and that the years had destroyed most of the furnishings, and that some kind of roughness that was more dangerous than the years had left dull stains of varying shades on all the walls, roofs, and floors.

Duncan couldn't help but pinch his thigh again, trying to reconfirm that he was not in a dream.

The clear pain and the lucid mind reminded him at the same time that this was not a dream, but a reality, a ...... He felt a strange reality.

The feeling of setting foot on the Lost Land for the first time came back to him, and the tension of being surrounded by endless weirdness made Duncan's brow furrow.

But it only took him a short time to recuperate and calm down after a few deep breaths.

After all, he now has many bizarre experiences that he never thought of in the first half of his life, and the experience accumulated from dealing with this strange world, as well as his mastery and self-confidence in his own power, have also made him no longer the dizzy novice he was at the beginning.

The only thing he is worried about now is that the fear that the Lost Country is quite unstable and that something will go wrong sooner or later seems to be becoming a reality.

The ship has changed.

Duncan walked around the room again, inspecting the empty shelves, checking the dirty walls and the corners where the two wooden boxes had been placed, most of which were missing, and which was almost an empty and dilapidated room, except for the nautical table.

But there was one thing left in its place—the oval mirror with its intricately patterned borders.

Duncan came to the mirror and looked cautiously inside.

There was nothing terrible, there was no blood-soaked hell reflected in the mirror, no distorted and deformed face, it was just dirty, black smudges all over the mirror, but in the less smudged places, the reflection could still be seen normally.

Duncan didn't stay in front of the mirror for long, he returned to the nautical table, his gaze sweeping over the chart.

In the next second, his gaze suddenly froze.

The charts have also changed!

The fog that had covered almost the entire map was almost gone, and when the fog cleared, the parchment showed a clear and intricate track!

Duncan subconsciously leaned closer, trying to make out what was on the chart, but he immediately realized something was wrong.

The trajectories on the charts are crisscrossed and the routes are staggered, but there is no meaningful mark or "place" in sight, which is more like a bunch of unconsciously sketched chaotic lines, recording a muddy sleepwalk, and between those lines, there are no islands, no city-states...... Nothing.

He couldn't see Prand, he couldn't see Renza, he couldn't see cold harbors and light winds...... While he was unfamiliar with most of the city-state names, at least he knew that they existed, and they should definitely be on this foggy chart!

Duncan's brow furrowed even further, and only after realizing that there was no landmarks on the chart that could be referenced, did he slowly straighten up, tilt his ears, and listen to the movement outside the window.

There was no movement outside the window, no wind or waves, silence...... It's like his weird, fleeting weird dreams.

The lines on the chart mark the trajectory of the Lost Land, and the trajectory will update itself as the ship drifts, so the lines marked on the chart where the fog has cleared and the trajectory is vertical and horizontal...... In which dimension is the Lost Country's voyage record?

Duncan exhaled softly, and then, as if he had made up his mind, he turned with his sword in hand and walked towards the door to the captain's quarters, which theoretically was outside the deck of the Lost Country.

He gripped the doorknob, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

The Lost Ship sailed through a dark chaos, and the deck and buildings on board as far as the eye could see were dilapidated and abandoned.

At least, it was indeed the deck of the Lost Homeland outside the door.

Duncan stepped out of the door, stepping on the crumbling, as if it were on the verge of collapse, when a screeching creak broke the suffocating silence.

Duncan cautiously stepped forward, making sure that the deck only looked dilapidated and that there was no danger of collapsing before he walked a little bolder, and then he looked up to check what was going on around the Lost Land.

Everywhere you look, there is a barren and vast chaotic space, full of dim shadows, and between those shadows, from time to time you can see the dim and blurred turbulence of light and shadow suddenly emerge and gradually dissipate, occasionally you will see a strange flash or light flow suddenly brighten, like blind lightning illuminating the distant nothingness, so in that flash, you can vaguely see something huge floating in the void, as if it is slowly rotating and creeping.

The moment he saw the turbulence of dim light and flash, Duncan had only a groan in his heart.

This scene...... Kind of familiar.

It's exactly the same as the bottom of the Lost Ship - it's subspace!

Duncan almost scolded, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he said that this is really the most worrying thing will happen, not long ago, he was thinking that this thing in subspace is too evil and seems to call him, and he wants to find a way to avoid contact with it, but he didn't expect that as soon as his eyes were closed and opened, he actually liked to mention a subspace drift - why did he suddenly run here?!

But after the initial panic, he quickly calmed down and resisted the urge to turn back to the captain's quarters.

He wasn't sure if it was a subspace or not, but he had a sense that it was similar to what was beyond the bottom of the Lost Place, and if it was, it was a subspace...... Then there is no point in hiding back in the captain's room at this time.

And in addition to this, he also quickly discovered the ...... of his state Suspicious.

He stood here, looking up at the (suspected) landscape of subspace, but he didn't feel anything uncomfortable, he didn't feel mentally eroded, or he heard strange noises—according to the "common sense" of this world...... The human category says that they have entered the subspace, isn't it that they should go crazy on the spot when they take a look at the subspace?

But he didn't feel the slightest discomfort.

Instead of feeling uncomfortable, he could even clearly perceive his body in Plant, and perceive the "imprints" of Nina, Maurice, and Fanna in the reality dimension.

Even if there is something special about this "ghost captain" and some resistance to subspace, he shouldn't be like this in this place...... Safe and sound, right?

Duncan wondered about his current state, and even began to wonder if this place was the fabled "Abyss of the End of the World", and then he settled down and walked to the guardrail at the edge of the deck.

He came to the side of the ship and looked out.

As expected, there was no sea beneath the Lost - the ship seemed to float in the universe, the same nothingness on all sides.

He stood at the edge of the deck, looking out at the hazy shadows and the occasional turbulence of light and shadow, and carefully planned how to get out of this predicament next.

First, it is necessary to determine whether this place is really a subspace, and secondly, to find and determine if there is a connection between this place and the real dimension.

Since he was able to come here, it meant that there must be a place to "reconnect" with the real world, but this place was not necessarily in the bedroom when he woke up - he had already checked the bedroom and chart room, and found no trace of a similar "passage".

After a moment of thought, he had a general idea, and turned away from the side of the ship and walked towards the entrance to the cabin in the middle of the deck.

And at this moment, Duncan suddenly noticed something out of the corner of his eye, which made him subconsciously stop.

He looked up in the direction he had just seen, and a slightly bright arc of electricity was slowly dissipating in the distant darkness, and in the fading light, he could vaguely see what seemed to be a very large, mass-like thing slowly floating over the Lost Place.

Duncan watched intently, and at this moment, another "flash" appeared, like a winding and persistent lightning, this flash crossed the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it reflected an extremely wide "sky".

Duncan finally saw the outline of the behemoth—his breath suffocated.

That's a piece of ...... The land, or rather the black shadow of the land, was immensely large, huge enough to induce a phobia of giants, and its irregular silhouette seemed to have been ripped straight from the planet by some enormous force, and then brutally thrown there.

Even the mountains and rivers and some more suspicious and disturbing lines can be seen on the upside-down earth, and all of them have lost their color and vitality—the whole "continent" is only a monotonous gray and black, and the rivers are frozen in the ravines of the earth, which makes it seem like a crude model lacking color detail, sealed in the frozen amber of time and space.

The massive astral wreckage moved slowly over the Lost Land, revealing Duncan a bleak, ancient image of the apocalypse.

(End of chapter)