"We are almost there. Everything is going well recently and nothing went wrong."
"But I've been feeling unsure lately. The more this happens, the more likely something will go wrong near the end."
"My diary is writing some nonsense, but I pretend not to see it. The last incident shows that the future it predicts can be changed."
"Since both good and bad things can change, I think it is a complete waste of time to look at its predictions."
"Some of the crew members can't wait any longer and are a little irritable, but this is normal. After all, it is too crowded for people from four ships to squeeze into two ships."
"For this reason, I implemented a bed rotation system on the Narwhal, assigning one bed to three different people, each responsible for eight hours, so that at least there is enough accommodation."
"Sleep is a very important thing. If there is not enough sleep, the crew's energy will be seriously reduced."
"Once we arrive at the location, we must first-"
Just as Charles wrote this, a strong sense of tension suddenly emerged in his brain, causing him to drop his pen in pain. The pen fell on the diary, splashing some black spots, which gradually disappeared.
"Damn it! What happened again!" Charles covered his head with his hands and roared in extreme pain.
I don’t know what’s going on lately, but I always have this feeling when I’m halfway through writing my diary.
This very special feeling of tightness was extremely uncomfortable, as if something was wrapping around his brain and continuously tightening it.
Charles first suspected that it was the tentacles that Anna had drilled into his brain. She had said before that she could definitely prevent any replacement of consciousness. But now it seemed that whether she could prevent it was another matter. If it continued like this, he was afraid that he would die of pain first.
"No, when we go back this time, I must ask Anna to take these tentacles out of my head."
This feeling lasted for about five minutes and eventually subsided.
In this situation, Charles was in no mood to continue writing. After finishing it hastily, he turned towards the door and began a new round of ship inspections.
This kind of patrol is a bit redundant now. The Narwhal is full of people now. If there is really an enemy, it will be discovered by so many people before it gets close.
Under everyone's respectful gaze, Charles inspected each cabin one by one.
Charles also talked to them from time to time and observed their mental state.
His last stop was the cockpit, where Dipper and Nico, who were chatting, saw him coming and immediately stopped talking.
"Is everything okay?" Charles looked at the darkness outside the glass window. The busy deck was full of people, pointing and talking at the darkness around them.
"No problem, don't worry, there is no danger along the way. I guess they don't dare to come here because this is 005-3's territory."
"The more critical the moment, the more we must not let our guard down. Everyone, be alert." Charles said in a low voice.
"I got it."
"How long will it take us to reach our destination?"
"Hmm... 30 minutes at the fastest, probably. It's normal to have a little error due to the long distance."
"In that case, I am too lazy to go back and will wait with you guys."
The time passed quickly, and soon they arrived. The Narwhal and the airship behind it slowly stopped.
"Are we there? Why is there nothing here?" Charles leaned forward and squinted his eyes, looking for something in the darkness.
Charles, with a frown on his face, touched his chin and thought for a while, then reached out and grabbed a lever on the dashboard and pulled it to the lowest point in an instant.
"Pa pa pa" all the searchlights on the Narwhal ship lit up instantly. At this moment, she was like a lighthouse in the darkness.
The light worked, and soon a hazy black figure emerged in the darkness at an angle of 30 degrees on the right.
The moment it appeared, everyone on the boat was stunned.
Although the thing stopped there and didn't move, everyone's breathing suddenly became lighter.
"Ah!!" Charles held his head in pain again. The tight feeling appeared again.
This extremely uncomfortable feeling almost made him want to open his head, reach into his brain, and tear the tentacles off.
"Captain, are you okay?" Nervous Dipper rushed over and helped him up.
"Captain, this is a critical moment, you must hold on." Nico walked to the other side and reached out to support the other arm.
The tension was growing, and the spider tattoo on his neck that he had almost forgotten about was burning.
Although Charles is in great pain now, he doesn't want to delay his work.
"Don't worry about me, just pull the boat over and we'll start right away."
The closer the distance was, the stronger Charles' body's abnormal reaction became, but he endured it with difficulty.
"Come and help! Move all the things in the medical room out." Linda walked onto the deck carrying a wooden box and ordered others.
"Captain, your condition doesn't look like an illness. I'm sorry I can't help you." Linda said, and then she took out a human rib from a wooden box and scratched something on the ground.
Soon, with the help of others, a triple nested magic circle appeared on the ground. Linda was talking to Bandage from time to time, seemingly discussing the details of the magic circle.
"Stop wasting time and hurry up!!" Charles, covering his head with one hand, shouted loudly with a painful expression. He was now covered in sweat, almost like he had been fished out of the water.
Soon, under everyone's gaze, the three crew members walked to the center of the magic circle and sat cross-legged in a triangle shape.
They took a piece of paper handed to them by the bandage and began to read in a low voice. There was some filthy spell recorded on it.
Their voices got louder and louder, and their expressions became more and more excited.
Just as their spells gradually turned into hysterical and meaningless screams, Charles suddenly rushed into the magic circle, raised his prosthetic limb that had turned into a chainsaw, and swung it vigorously.
"Puchi~Puchi~Puchi~" Three screaming heads fell to the ground, and hot blood was instantly pumped out from the aorta, and blood began to rain from the sky.
Blood dripped onto the ground, onto Charles' body, and onto the faces of the crew members watching around him.
They didn't bother to wipe it off, and everyone, including Charles, looked at the huge black figure in the distance that was as big as a mountain.
One minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed, and the thing still didn't move.
Everyone had a look of loss on their face and sighed.
Charles covered his head with a painful expression, stumbled and stepped on the blood plasma on the ground to exit the magic circle. "Don't... be discouraged, let's continue!"
(End of this chapter)