Xiuge must admit that before he uttered that very imposing "farewell speech", he had actually thought about some very bad and terrible possibilities.

For example, after saying these words, he was sent back to the Black Forest Castle by chaotic and disorderly teleportation magic, or simply "face-to-face fast transmission".

If this really happens, then he will admit it.

However, the moment the magic took effect, all thoughts and thoughts were completely eliminated by the concussions in the mind.

It's as if a huge meteorite has crashed into an empty world.

At the moment of that impact, Xiuge's sea of memories completely boiled, and all the information deposited in the depths of Xiuge's mind, whether they had been read or organized, was now forcibly turned out.

The unimportant fragmentary memories were tossed into the air, followed by the fragments of memories that Xiuge had mastered by devouring the children of the Abyss—they were a little more "heavy" than the scattered ones, but they were no better, they were constantly circling in Xiuge's mental world, as if looking for an opportunity to fall again.

In the midst of this utter chaos, a silver starlight flickered in the flying fragments of memory, like a silver fish caught in the terrifying waves, frantically searching for a place to hide.

Those light, no "quality" memories were naturally thrown away by it, and the "swimming fish" sank into the sea and began to look for those more stable and complete memory pictures.

It glimpses the basis of Xiuge's memory, which is the past of an ordinary office worker in another time and space.

It seems a little repetitive, and a little boring, but compared to the turmoil, it seems quiet and beautiful.

Unfortunately, they were so stable that even after the massive impact, there were still no gaps.

As a result, Discord can only change its goal, and it seeks another relatively complete subject, which is the memory belonging to Shug Ernst, which is connected to the solid foundation below, and unlike the ordinary and solid memory of the base, these pasts from the miserable bastard seem extremely bleak, and the top is covered with a large number of cracks because of the impact that has just occurred.

These memories seemed to have an appeal to the silvery glow of magic, and it immediately circled around it, and soon found its purpose.

It was a crack that was very close to the base of Xiuge's memory, and it seemed to be the junction of two identities, two planes and two souls.

It paused briefly, then sprinted straight towards the crack.

In a moment, it was gone.

And with the operation of the "Discord Wandering" magic, all the turmoil and uneasiness in the spiritual world of Xiuge stopped at this moment at the same time.

All that was left was the fragments of memory that had been tossed everywhere and began to fall lightly towards their original positions.

Metal, gear, steam, chain......

Boundless ocean.

Endless waves.

Dark clouds and storms joined forces to envelop the massive ship that was sailing on the sea.

Shuge was once again in this strange dream.

The ship has become larger, and its scale has even exceeded the concept of "ship" itself.

Maybe it's time to call it "giant wheel", but in fact, Xiuge feels that the word "giant wheel" is also a little less meaningful.

The storm and the waves were constantly washing and lapping against the hull, and Hug stood on an empty corridor, and through the porthole beside him, he could see the horrors of the outside world, with countless tentacles, and huge shadows with a variety of soft biocharacteristics shuttling and accompanying the ship.

In the sky, there seems to be some kind of giant fish, but the most strange shadows are constantly swimming, these "giant fish" have countless translucent tentacles like vines hanging from their bodies, they are constantly touching the rocking ship, or gently tapping the transparent windows.

"Here we go again......

Xiuge sighed helplessly.

He was now very conscious, knowing that he must have fallen into a slumber or coma because of the unstable Discord Wandering magic, and in this case, he seemed to have no choice but to continue exploring the dream.

So Xiuge looked down at his body, and in this dream, he changed into a more formal attire.

Black trousers, a white blouse, and a slightly old, but very neat and clean gray trench coat.

On the breast pocket, there is also a pair of thin-rimmed glasses.

There was nothing else, as if he was now preparing to go to some big conference.

"It's weird."

Shuge shook his head, and he reached out against the wall, adjusting to the bumps of the waves and the storm as he walked down the empty corridor, which he didn't have the slightest sense of direction now, so it was the same wherever he went.

I don't know how long it took, he finally came to the end of the corridor, and here, there was a simple metal door, with a pattern in the middle, but strangely, Xiuge, who was in the dream, found that he couldn't see its details at all, and could only barely make out that it was probably a regular pattern with a circle as a frame and other details inside.

Xiuge had been a little puzzled by this dream, which had a certain continuity and seemed to contain some special meaning, and he squinted his eyes, carefully examined the pattern that he could not successfully observe and recognize, and then stretched out his hand and pressed it on the door.

The heavy door slowly opened as if it had life, and what appeared in front of Xiuge was a picture that was completely beyond his imagination.

It's not a conference room, it's not a banquet hall or a restaurant.

At this moment, the dream in which Xiuge was located showed him the brokenness and fragmentation he deserved.

Behind this gate, he saw a wide, straight street, and when Hug tried to turn back to find the way, he found that the gate behind him was long gone, and the road beneath his feet stretched behind him, and it seemed that there was no end in sight.

At this time, Xiuge lowered his head, and found that the shoes under his feet had become extremely worn, the front end had been worn out, the toes were even about to stretch out, and the gray-black windbreaker on his body seemed to have experienced the baptism of wind, sand and dust.

"I know it's a dream...... But isn't that too ......?"

Xiuge frowned and looked around.

The streets are straight, but instead of concrete or asphalt, they are paved with huge stone bricks that have been cut into regular cuts, and instead of the familiar high-rise buildings, the roads have been replaced by unconventional two- and three-story buildings with a hint of retro style.

In addition to this, he could see crystalline street lamps with a distinctly Vann-style style, as well as magical steam devices with indistinguishable functions installed on both sides of the street.

The streets seem to be clean, but empty and empty.

There seemed to be a faint call ahead, so Shug followed the sound, and after a while, he finally saw the figure.

To be precise, he saw a small round table in the middle of the street, and a dark figure sitting behind a round table.

As when they first met, Theseus was wearing a straight gown, with a black top hat on the side, and his face was still dark and chaotic, unable to distinguish the specific expression and demeanor, but Shuge could feel his pleasure at this time when he came to him.

Hug pulled a chair from under the table, and he sat down slowly across from Theseus.

He looked at Theseus in confusion, then asked, "This dream...... What's going on?"

Theseus shrugged his shoulders and made a nonchalant look: "Well, it's normal to be bizarre in dreams, and don't you think it's more normal to dream about these things than to visit the shelter every day?"

"If it was just an ordinary dream, of course I would have thought so...... But in a normal dream

There is absolutely no way you can exist."

Xiuge smiled, "Besides, it seems that you have just completed an important thing?"

Hearing Shug ask, the black Chaos figure leaned back in his chair, put his hand in front of him, and said, "It's just a part of the necessary action, and it's not an important thing."

Theseus looked at it earnestly, and he said, "But you, you have done a good job, beyond my expectations."

Such a direct compliment came from Theseus's mouth, which surprised him, but Theseus fell into a long silence after saying this, as if he was thinking about some difficult problem or preparing to make a very difficult decision.

Theseus at this time is completely different from the previous appearance full of banter and black humor.

Eventually, Shuge decided to break the oppressive silence by leaning forward slightly and asking, "Looks like you want to tell me something?"

"yes."

Theseus was simply, he nodded: "I originally wanted to tell you something, but when it came to the end, I was a little uncertain."

He said this, but then sat up straight, his fingers made of pitch-black mist pinching the air, but he pulled out a cigarette out of thin air, and then, under the strange gaze of Shug, the faceless god "stuffed" the cigarette into his own chaotic face.

After a few rounds of "swallowing the clouds" in a way that ordinary people could not understand, Theseus suddenly said, "I want to confirm one thing with you."

The smoke of the cigarette wafted irregularly from his chaotic misty face, and then Theseus asked, "Suppose I tell you now that if you can open another closed door in the 'Sanctuary', you will be able to return to your old life immediately...... What would you do?"

"You mean, the door that must be opened with the Black Sun Crown?"

"Yes."

Theseus nodded, "As soon as you open it, you will immediately enjoy the regular life that you have lost, and the people and things you know will return to you."

The question was indeed rather odd, and given Theseus' bad behavior in the past, Hug did not answer immediately, but cautiously confirmed, "Aren't there any other strings attached?"

"No, no."

Theseus shook his head honestly, and a classic "sweaty soybean" expression appeared on his chaotic face: "Don't think so badly as I think, this is really just an ordinary divergence and discussion, you can answer truthfully...... Of course, it doesn't hurt to lie, I'll judge for myself."

Despite Theseus's words, Hug was unable to treat it as an ordinary question, and when he began to think about it seriously, he found himself in a dilemma.

This is indeed a very tricky question.

Leaving this turbulent and crisis-ridden world is naturally tempting, but judging from the information that Xiuge has obtained so far, the "Black Sun Crown" that is a condition for opening the door is probably closely related to the Black Sun Society, the Black Sun and the Lost Gods they desire.

Even this so-called crown is very likely to be an "official certification" given by the Lost Gods.

Shuge thought for a moment, then he shook his head slowly.

At this time, Theseus had just finished smoking a cigarette, so he rubbed his fingers vigorously, crushing the cigarette butt into a void mist: "Huh? So, your answer is no?"

Shuge shook his head: "Honestly, this result is tempting, but I don't have a way to assess the risks and consequences of this option, so my current answer is "I don't know."

Hearing Hugh's answer, Theseus let out two strange laughs that seemed to have special meanings: "What is this? Out of a prudent choice? Or maybe the "good old man" has a problem?"

In response to Theseus's ridicule, Hug laughed: "In my opinion, no matter what world you are in, 'both' and 'and' are extremely luxurious

Extravagant thoughts, what you're talking about certainly appeals to me, but I don't think I'm going to be able to get that crown without hurting myself and others...... If this choice of mine will bring greater calamity, then I can only choose to give up."

Hearing this, Theseus rubbed his fingers lightly and pulled out a cigarette from the void again.

It was then that Shug finally seized the moment, and he asked, "Aren't you going to explain something else to me before we talk about the rest of the conversation?"

"What?"

Theseus took a cigarette in his mouth and put a big question mark on his chaotic face.

"Which side are you on?"

Shuge stared at the black figure in front of him, who was obviously pretending to be stupid, and seriously threw out his question: "What you have done does not seem to match the titles and titles you have...... Are you serving the Black Sun and the ancient gods, or do you have some other plans? It's all up to this, so you can't reveal it?"

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