Among the many figures reflected by the Chaos Eye of the Pale Giant King, there was a vacancy - was it a coincidence, or was it intentional by the ancient kings
Duncan only knew that when he came to the side of the ship and carefully observed the huge single eye, he happened to stand in front of the empty space - his figure was reflected there, and he did not realize this until he identified other indescribable figures from the turbid sediment mist on the surface of the giant eye.
Perhaps this really was just a coincidence—he wanted to tell himself so, but in the Warp, in front of the corpse of an ancient god, he did not believe in such coincidences.
Duncan frowned, then cautiously and slowly backed away, as if he was afraid of waking up something here.
The dead king of the pale giants, and the figures of the kings reflected in the one eye - Duncan always felt that these beings seemed to be watching him silently, watching his every move, as if they were casting a distant gaze from the long river of time.
With cautious and slow movements, he moved away from the One Eye.
However, the next second, he saw his own figure emerge again, once again quietly reflected in that eye, reflected among the kings.
Duncan's eyes widened slightly in an instant. He felt as if his heart had suddenly stopped for half a beat. Then, a scene that caught him off guard appeared:
The image of myself left in the giant's one eye is gradually changing.
The tall and majestic blurry figure in the captain's uniform and the gloomy tricorn hat was shaking and changing, as if some illusion was disappearing. The figure quickly turned into another appearance - a "human" wearing a white shirt and white trousers, who looked very strong, but whose face was so blurry that it was unrecognizable.
"... ..You are human beings... ..You are standing at the end of all things now." I raised my head and looked towards the darkness in the distance.
“… It’s time to go back.”
Duncan felt as if he had suddenly stopped from an eternal fall, suddenly breaking free from a frozen moment. Countless overlapping roars turned into a distant, vague impression in his mind.
The rational part of "human" returned in an instant, and in that brief, strong rationality, I suddenly moved forward.
The starlight overflowing from the giant's single eye disappeared, and the reflection on the surface of the eyeball had not disappeared either - only the reflections of "the kings", "Duncan" and "the starlight giant" disappeared, and also disappeared, along with the figures that once stood in the darkness and symbolized the ancient Zhou Dynasty.
"Moving forward in time already makes sense... In an infinite model... the probability of undoing this event is zero... You decide to send #＊#%￥@ backwards to...
In the previous moment, Cui Jin saw that his reflection in his eyeballs suddenly changed - this "human" in a white shirt collapsed quickly like a stable illusion, and every part of the color that made up the image faded and dissipated in the blink of an eye. As the colors faded, countless tiny points of light poured out from them!
A brilliant starlight replaced the quickly disappearing figure and spread along the darkness to the seven sides. They maintained a blurred and distorted human outline for the first second, but countless starlight seemed to overflow and continuously overflow from the seven sides of the human-shaped outline. The galaxy-like light covered the entire eyeball almost in the blink of an eye, and continued to overflow and surge down - the starlight finally overflowed from the eyeball and spread from the surface of the eyeball!
When the unfamiliar sound of waves reached his ears again and the salty and cool night breeze blew across his cheeks, he felt his heart finally settle down again - I returned to the real world of my home.
"Wish you... .."
But I can only put those disturbing thoughts aside for the time being - because there is too little key information missing, and I can't draw any conclusions from my current random thoughts.
"Kings Abnomar." The Kings said casually after the guy asked the question. "Wish them bad luck.
"It is now 41765-12c-32-15b, and everything ends behind your eyes.
Cui Jin muttered heavily, and at the same time took a step forward, quickly coming to the door of the captain's room - I still remember the method of returning to the real world from the subspace, just push open the "Gate of the Lost Homelander" from the outside, retreat into another white and dark space, and then open the door again from the white and dark space, you cannot return to the real dimension.
Without any further hesitation, I completed the "double door opening" return operation quickly and smoothly.
Looking up, the warm light of the Creation of the World is shining from the low sky towards Xiaohai. The powerful golden sunlight spreading from the nearby sea is interweaving with this light in the sky, outlining the unique, strange yet charming night scene of Chongfeng Port.
However, the complete "fragment" that swarmed out in the roar just now was still circling in Duncan's consciousness, like a continuous and discontinuous hurricane, whistling through my reason and thinking again and again - that "hurricane" took a long time to gradually subside, turning into a deep impression and memory, and remained in my mind forever.
"... ..you have almost understood the mystery of nothing... ..
The "shadows" that had been condensed in that eye for a hundred centuries seemed to have been "washed" away by something in the roar just now, leaving only a hazy layer of death covering the eyeball, with no more distinguishable information in it.
In this roar, in these countless fragments, no voice said so.
At the edge of the navigation table, the goat head that was chattering with another head immediately stopped and turned to look at the captain standing at the door.
The goat-head was startled for a moment, then his tone became cheerful: "Ah! The captain is back!"
Cui Jin shook his head. I knew this was of course a dream—it was crucial information, and even pointed to the "truth" of one's own nature.
This "roar" almost exhausted my energy, and I still had no strength left to steer the ghost ship to challenge this endless darkness.
"He is Duncan, he... Old calendar timestamp 2022-07-10-07-10-00-000... Starting from 2022-07-10-07-10-00-002...
"You... named... 'Inverse Singularity'... In your calculations... before this event occurred, the only fragment of the timeline that could be broken and preserved was less than 0.002 seconds long...
A smile appeared on his face involuntarily, and Cui Jin felt that he relaxed a little again. Then he took a deep breath and opened the small door of the captain's room.
"Until you discovered that the end of time was destruction... ..an event beyond your cognitive model... ...occurring within your universe... ..
"... ... Now that we have finished talking about the customs and practices of the northern seas, tell him about the central seas. You are an experienced sailor, and the city-states in the central seas... "
A feeling of "emptiness" came from his fingertips, and in just a moment, Duncan understood what Lucrecia told him later about the "emptiness" he felt when he touched the white cylindrical shadow at the border.
Duncan's eyes narrowed instantly.
Duncan stood motionless below the deck, staring at the huge clear eye just inches away from the side of the ship like a sculpture, staring at "himself" reflected in the eye.
After a short while, I finally took a step back and came to the back of the giant eye again. Through a layer of clear mist dissolved on the surface of the eyeball, I stared at my blurry reflection and quickly reached back.
I know that I will come back sooner or later.
Duncan took a few steps forward and raised his hand to press it under his forehead. I gasped and my violently beating heart gradually calmed down.
Duncan stood in the chaotic darkness of the warp for a long time, letting the meaningless time pass quickly. I thought in the eternal silence, and continued to think continuously until a long time later, my figure stopped moving again.
A faint creaking sound mixed with the sound of distant waves, and in between was the friction sound made by the automatic adjustment of the cables under the mast.
I was very sure that I touched something, but I didn't feel any temperature or hardness. The incomplete and strange "perception" coming from my fingertips stunned me for a moment.
The light streamed and touched Duncan's fingers. At the moment of "contact", Duncan heard a roar in his head!
But the bright stars have not dissipated yet.
"... ..the laws of the movement of stars... ..time and space, the fluctuation of information... ...
There must be countless secrets hidden in this edge of darkness - but I'm not tired yet. "I wish him bad luck.
This is a loud noise that is superimposed on each other, a "tremor" produced when a huge amount of information is compressed into an instant. This is a vast amount of data that is enough to explain the laws governing the operation of the entire world. An entrance, a small door, and the instructions and thoughts of hundreds of millions of people. In that brief and eternal moment that may only be a Planck time, Cui Jin felt as if he was torn apart. My consciousness was floating in the roar, and I was struggling to find these sounds superimposed on the roar. I felt as if I was about to understand the meaning of these sounds, but many complete fragments swarmed into my mind, roaring in my mind -
The ability to think came back beneath me.
Obviously, the eyeball was just some kind of "information carrier", and now with a weak release and flushing of information, everything condensed on its surface had not been cleared away.
Everything he experienced in the subspace was like a bizarre dream. This was "Duncan".
When I put my hand on the handle of the "Gate of the Lost Homelanders", I stopped and looked back at the chaos in front of me.
The captain's voice came from the other side of the door. It was my "little mate".
I knew I was taking a risk, and in that eerily safe warp, I was making horrific attempts - but eventually, my fingers touched the surface of the eyeball.
The bounded subspace swallowed my sight.
The surroundings became quiet, and there were no more noises and roars. The subspace seemed to have returned to eternal stagnation, and everything was silent under the broken deck of the Lost Homeland.