The goat head wasn't there.
This is a scene even more incredible than that absurd and weird dream!
Duncan stood at the door in a daze for a long time before he finally came to his senses. He then drew the sword from his waist and walked forward slowly with full alertness.
The goat's head was indeed gone. There were only nautical charts and a few sundries on the familiar nautical table, and the place where the goat's head was originally placed was now an empty tabletop.
Duncan stared at the empty table for a few seconds before slowly retracting his gaze and looking around.
More incongruous scenes came into view.
All the furnishings were mottled and old. The walls and pillars were covered with cracks of varying depths. There were many fewer things on the shelves next to them, leaving almost empty shelves. On the wall that originally had a decorative tapestry, there was now only a suspicious black stain. Next to the stain was a window, which was covered with dirt. Outside the window was dim and chaotic, and only some suspicious glimmers of light could be seen flashing by quickly.
It was as if there were some very swift shadows moving quickly in the air outside the window.
The entire chart room gave people the feeling that it had been abandoned for countless years. Time had destroyed most of the furnishings here, and some violent force more dangerous than time had left dark stains of varying depths on all the walls, roofs, and floors.
Duncan couldn't help but pinch his thigh again, wanting to confirm again whether he was dreaming.
The nautical chart has also changed!
He gripped the door handle, took a deep breath, and then pushed the door open.
Duncan subconsciously moved closer to confirm the contents of the chart, but immediately realized that something was wrong.
Duncan exhaled heavily, and then, as if he had made up his mind, he turned and walked towards the door of the captain's room with sword in hand - in theory, the door was the deck of the Lost Homeland.
The next second, his gaze suddenly froze.
Ran Qing came to the mirror and looked outside cautiously.
Duncan almost cursed out loud, his mouth twitched twice, thinking that the thing he was most worried about would definitely happen. Not long ago, he was thinking that the subspace thing was too weird and seemed to be calling him, and he wanted to find a way to avoid contact with it, but he didn't expect that when he closed his eyes and opened them, the bookshelf actually got a subspace drift - how did it suddenly come here? !
There was no movement outside the window, no sound of wind or waves, it was quiet... just like this strange and short dream of his.
Duncan stepped forward cautiously, and only walked a little bolder after confirming that the deck only looked dilapidated but was not in danger of collapse. He then raised his head to check the situation around the Lost Hometown.
But he didn't feel any discomfort.
Something strange has happened to this ship.
It was exactly the same scene as the bottom of the Lost Homeland - it was the Warp!
After thinking for a moment, he had a rough idea, so he turned and walked away from the far side of the ship, heading towards the cabin entrance in the middle of the deck.
At least, outside the door was indeed the deck of the Lost Homeland.
As expected, there was no sea water on the Lost Homeland - the ship seemed to be floating in the universe, with the same emptiness everywhere.
At this moment, Duncan suddenly noticed something out of the corner of his eye, which made him stop subconsciously.
The moment Duncan saw these bright lights and flashes, the only thing he could think of was "shit".
Duncan finally saw the outline of this huge creature - his breath was instantly choked.
The lines on the chart mark the navigation track of the Lost Homeland, and this track will automatically update as the ship drifts. Looking at the lines marked on the chart with the fog dissipated and the tracks crisscrossing... In which dimension is this the navigation record of the Lost Homeland
Even if this "ghost captain" of mine is somewhat ordinary and has some resistance to the subspace, I should be safe and sound in this place, right
What came into view was a vast and boundless chaotic space, with dark shadows everywhere. Between these shadows, from time to time, bright and dim light and shadows would suddenly appear and then gradually dissipate. Often, strange flashes of light or streams of light would suddenly dim, like blind lightning illuminating a part of the sky.
The void in the distance, and in this flash, you can vaguely see some huge thing floating in the void, as if it is rapidly spinning and transforming.
Under this upside-down underground, one can even vaguely see mountains, rivers and some more suspicious and disturbing outlines, but all of them have lost their color and vitality - this entire "continent" is just a monotonous gray, and the rivers are solidified in the grooves of the earth, making it look like a crude model lacking color details, sealed in the stagnant amber of time and space.
There are crisscross tracks and crisscross routes on the nautical chart, but there is no meaningful marking or "place" to be seen. It is more like a bunch of chaotic lines drawn consciously, recording a confused sleepwalking, and between these lines, there are no islands, no city-states... nothing.
Duncan did not stay in front of the mirror for too long. He returned to the navigation table and scanned the nautical chart.
The clear pain and clear thinking reminded him at the same time that it was not a dream, but reality, a reality that he was very familiar with.
Since he could come here, it meant that there must be a place that "overlapped" with the real world, but that place was not necessarily in the bedroom where he woke up. He had not checked the bedroom and the chart room yet, and had not found any traces of such a "passageway".
But after the initial panic, he quickly calmed down and resisted the urge to turn around and go back to the captain's room.
This is a piece of... land, or rather, a white shadow that looks like a piece of land. It is extremely large, large enough to cause gigantic fear. Its irregular outline seems to have been torn directly from the planet by some huge force and then thrown here violently.
He stood on the edge of the deck, looking at the huge hazy shadows in the distance and the turbulent light and shadows that appeared from time to time, and made a hasty plan on how to get out of the predicament next.
The Lost Homeland was sailing in a deserted chaos, and the decks and buildings on board were in ruins and had been abandoned for a long time.
First, it is not certain whether that place is a real subspace, and secondly, it is to find and determine whether there is any connection between that place and the real dimension.
I can’t see Plande, I can’t see Lunsa, I can’t see Hot Harbor and Sea Breeze… Although he was indeed unfamiliar with most of the names of those city-states, at least he knew that those city-states existed and should definitely appear on this sea map after the fog had cleared!
Duncan was puzzled about his current state, and even began to doubt whether that place was the legendary "Abyss of the End of the World". Then he calmed himself down and walked towards the guardrail at the edge of the deck.
The huge stellar debris was slowly moving over the Lost Homeland, showing Duncan a bleak, ancient, doomsday image. He stood there, looking up at the scenery of the Warp (suspected), but he didn't feel any discomfort, nor did he feel his spirit was eroded, or hear any strange sounds - but according to the "common sense" of this world... If humans enter the Warp, shouldn't they go crazy on the spot after taking a look at the Warp
But one thing remained in its original place: the oval mirror with an intricately patterned frame.
In addition to this, he soon discovered that there was something suspicious about his condition.
Duncan watched intently, and at that moment, another "flash" appeared, like a winding and long-lasting lightning. The flash crossed the sky and illuminated a very vast "sky" in the blink of an eye.
After all, he has not had many bizarre experiences that he had never thought of in the first half of his life. The experience accumulated from dealing with that strange world and the control and confidence in his own strength have made him no longer the confused novice he was before.
There was no horrible scene. The mirror did not reflect a bloody hell, nor did it reflect any distorted or deformed faces. It was just very dirty, with white stains all over the surface of the mirror. However, in places with fewer stains, people could still see the reflection.
He raised his head and looked in the direction he had seen out of the corner of his eye just now. A slightly dim arc of electricity was rapidly dissipating in the darkness in the distance. In the gradually stronger light, he could vaguely see that there seemed to be something huge, like a mass, slowly floating over the Lost Hometown.
Duncan walked out of the door, stepping on the potholes and ruins, as if he was on the verge of
A sharp creaking sound was suddenly heard on the collapsed deck, breaking the suffocating silence.
But compared to the first time he stepped onto the ship, it only took him a short time to adjust his state, and he completely relaxed after taking a few deep breaths.
The feeling of stepping onto the Lost Homeland for the first time came up again, and the heavy feeling of being surrounded by endless weirdness made Duncan frown gradually.
Not only did he not feel any discomfort, he could even still clearly sense his body in Plande, and sense the "marks" left by Nina, Morris, Vanna, etc. in the real dimension.
He came to the side of the ship and looked out.
That scene... looks familiar.
The fog that originally covered almost the entire map has almost completely disappeared. After the fog dissipated, all that appeared on the parchment were simple tracks.
Duncan walked around the room again, checking the empty shelves, the dirty walls, and the corner where two wooden boxes were originally placed. Most of the things were gone, except for the navigation table. This place had almost become an old and dilapidated empty room.
He was still not sure whether it was the warp or not. He just felt that it was similar to the scene outside the bottom of the Lost Homeland, and was certain that it was really the warp... Then there was no point in hiding in the captain's room at this time.
The only thing that made him uneasy now was that his worry that "the Lost Homeland was quite unstable and would have problems sooner or later" seemed to be becoming a reality. Duncan's brows furrowed more and more, and after realizing that there was no landmark information for reference on the nautical chart, he slowly straightened up, tilted his ears, and listened to the movement outside the window.