There was a vacancy in the many figures reflected in the Pale Giant's Chaos Eye—a coincidence, or was it intentional by the ancient kings?

Duncan only knew that he was standing in front of the empty seat when he came to the side of the ship to take a closer look at the great one-eye, where his figure was reflected, and he did not notice it until he could discern other unspeakable figures in the cloudy sedimentary mist on the surface of the giant eye.

It might really be a coincidence—he wanted to tell himself that, but in subspace, in front of the corpse of an ancient god, he didn't believe in such a coincidence.

Duncan frowned, and then slowly stepped back cautiously, little by little, as if he was afraid of waking something here.

The dead Pale Giant, and the kings reflected in the one-eyed king—Duncan always felt as if these beings were silently watching him, watching his every move, as if they were casting a distant gaze from the passage of time.

In cautious and slow motion, he left the solitary front of his eyes.

But in the next second, he saw his figure reappear, quietly reflected in that eye again, among the kings.

Duncan's eyes widened slightly, and he felt as if his heart had stopped for half a beat, and then, a scene that caught him off guard even more appeared:

The figure that he left in the giant's one-eyed eye is gradually changing.

The tall, majestic figure in the captain's uniform and the gloomy tricorne was shaking, changing, as if some kind of illusion was fading, and the figure quickly changed into a different form—a "human" in a white shirt and black trousers, who did not look very athletic, and whose face was blurred to the point of being unrecognizable.

That's "Zhou Ming".

Zhou Ming stood motionless on the deck, staring at the cloudy giant eye that was only a stone's throw away from the side of the ship, staring at the "self" reflected in the giant eye.

After a while, he finally took a step forward, and came to the giant eye again—through a cloudy mist that condensed on the surface of the eyeball, he stared at his own vague reflection, and slowly reached forward.

He knew he was taking a risk, and in this eerily dangerous subspace, he was making a terrifying attempt—but eventually, his fingers touched the surface of the eyeball.

A touch of "nothingness" came from his fingertips, and in just an instant, Zhou Ming understood what Lucrecia had told him before about the "nothingness" he felt when he touched the cylindrical black shadow at the border.

He was sure he had touched something, but he didn't feel the temperature, he didn't feel the hardness, and the mutilated and strange "sensation" came from his fingertips, leaving him briefly stunned.

And in the next moment, Zhou Ming saw that the figure reflected in his eyes suddenly changed-the "human" in the white shirt quickly collapsed like an unstable illusion, and every part of the color that composed the image faded and collapsed in the blink of an eye, and in the fading of the color, countless stars of light poured out from it!

A bright starlight replaced the rapidly dissipating figure and spread along the darkness in all directions, maintaining a vague and distorted human silhouette for the first second, but countless starlight continued to overflow from all sides of the humanoid silhouette as if overflowing, and the galaxy of light covered the entire eyeball almost in the blink of an eye, and then continued to overflow and surge upwards - the starlight finally overflowed the eyeball, spreading from the surface of the eyeball!

The light flowed, touching Zhou Ming's fingers, and at the moment when the "contact" occurred, Zhou Ming heard a roar in his head!

It was a huge noise superimposed on countless superimposes, a "tremor" produced when a huge amount of information was compressed in a moment, it was a vast piece of data that was enough to explain the laws of the whole world, an entrance, a door, and the advice and thoughts of hundreds of millions of people, in this eternal moment that was so short that there might be only one Planck time, Zhou Ming felt as if he was torn apart, his consciousness rose and fell in this roar, and he struggled to find the sounds that were superimposed in the roar, He felt as if he was about to comprehend the meaning of the voices, and many broken fragments swarmed into his mind, thundering in his sanity—

“…… We are human beings...... We stand at the end of all things at this moment. ”

In the midst of that roar, in the midst of countless fragments, a voice spoke.

Zhou Ming's eyes widened instantly.

“…… We have understood almost all the mysteries......

“…… The law of the movement of the stars...... Time and space, the fluctuation of information......

"Until we find out that the end of time is destruction...... An event that is beyond our cognitive model...... Happening outside of our universe......

"There is no point in moving forward in time...... In a limited model...... The chance of the event being cleared is zero...... We decided to add #*#%¥@逆向送至......

"We ...... Name ...... 'Inverse Singularity'...... In our calculations...... After this event, the only fragment in all timelines that survives intact is 0.002 seconds long......

"You are Zhou Ming, you ...... Old calendar timestamp 2022-07-10-07-10-10-00-000...... End 2022-07-10-07-10-00-002......

"It's 41765-12c-32-15b, and all things are over before our eyes.

"Good luck.

"Good luck to them.

"Wishing us ......"

"Boom-"

Zhou Ming felt as if he had suddenly stopped from an eternal fall, suddenly broke free from a moment of condensation, and the countless superimposed roars turned into a distant, vague impression in his mind, and the rational part of his "man" returned in an instant, and in this short, fragile rationality, he suddenly retreated.

But those bright stars have dissipated at some point.

The starlight that overflowed from the giant's one-eye was gone, and the reflection on the surface of the eyeball was gone—not only the reflections of "Duncan", "Zhou Ming", and "Starlight Giant" disappeared, but also the figures that once stood in the darkness and symbolized the ancient kings.

The "shadows" of a hundred centuries condensed in this eye seemed to have been "washed" away by something in the instant roar just now, leaving only a hazy cloudiness representing death covering the eyeballs, in which there was no more information that could be distinguished.

Obviously, this eyeball is just some kind of "information carrier", and now with a strong release and washing of information, everything condensed on its surface has been cleared.

The surroundings were silent, no more noise or roar, and the subspace seemed to return to eternal stagnation, and everything was silent on the broken deck of the Lost Country.

However, the shattered "fragments" that swarmed out of the instant roar just now were still hovering in Zhou Ming's consciousness, like a continuous hurricane, whistling through his reason and thinking again and again—this "hurricane" gradually subsided after a long time, turned into a deep impression and memory, and remained in his mind forever.

Zhou Ming took a few steps back, raised his hand and pressed it on his forehead, he gasped, and his violently beating heart gradually calmed down.

The ability to think came back to him.

Zhou Ming stood for a long time in the chaotic darkness of subspace, allowing the meaningless time here to pass slowly, he thought in this eternal silence, and continued to think, until he didn't know how long it took for his figure to move again.

He looked up at the darkness in the distance.

The boundless subspace swallowed his gaze.

In the boundless darkness, there must still be countless secrets hidden—but he was tired.

The "roar" almost exhausted his energy, and he no longer had the strength to steer the ghost ship to challenge the endless darkness.

“…… It's time to go back. ”

Zhou Ming muttered softly, and at the same time took a step forward, and slowly came to the door of the captain's room - he still remembered the method of returning to the real world from the subspace, as long as he pushed open the "Gate of the Lost Person" from here, entered another dark space, and then opened the door again from the dark space, he could return to the reality dimension.

He paused as he placed his hand on the handle of the Deserted Gate, then glanced back at the boundless chaos behind him.

He knew he would come back sooner or later.

Without further hesitation, he quickly and smoothly completed the return operation of "opening the door twice".

When the familiar sound of the waves came back to his ears, and the salty, cool night breeze blew across his cheeks, Duncan felt his heart settle down again—he returned to the familiar real world.

Looking up, the cold light of the creation of the world is spilling from the sky to the sea, and the faint golden sunlight spreading from the distant sea is intertwined with the clear light in the sky, outlining the unique, strange but charming night scene near the light wind harbor.

A slight crunch mingled with the sound of nearby waves, interspersed with the grinding sound of the cables on the mast adjusting automatically.

Everything you experience in subspace is like a bizarre dream.

Duncan shook his head, knowing that it was certainly not a dream—it was vital information, even the "truth" that pointed to his own essence.

But he can only put this distracting thoughts to the back of his mind for the time being, because there is so much key information missing, and there is no conclusion to be drawn from the current nonsense.

On the other side of the door came the voice of the captain's room, which was his familiar "first mate".

“…… After talking about the customs and customs of the northern seas, I will tell you about the central seas, I am an experienced seafarer, and the city-states of the central seas ......"

A smile involuntarily appeared on his face, and Duncan felt himself relax a little more again, and then he exhaled deeply and opened the door to the captain's room.

At the edge of the nautical table, the head of the goat, which was chattering and "chatting" with the other head, immediately stopped and turned to look at the captain standing in the doorway.

"Duncan Abnomar." Duncan said casually before the guy could ask.

The goat's head was stunned for a moment, and his tone became pleasant: "Ah! The captain is back! ”

(End of chapter)