Chapter 389 – Void Image Boundary

Chapter 389 – Void Border
Duncan, who had left the captain’s room, did not go anywhere else, but turned around and took hold of the handle of the Gate of the Lost Ones once again, and pushed it open inward…

Zhou Ming returned to his bedroom.

Looking around, the familiar scenery came into view, everything in the room was exactly the same as when he last left, and it seemed as if he hadn’t returned here for a long time.

Slowly crossing the entrance hall, his feet stepping on the somewhat mottled and worn floor, Zhou Ming first came to the tightly closed window as usual, he checked the marks on the window sill, and confirmed the status of the window lock – although he knew in his heart that it was pointless to do so, he still carefully completed all the checks, and solemnly picked up the diary hanging next to the window, and in the middle of it, he saw the diary in the window, and then looked around the room. the diary hanging by the window, and wrote down the results of today’s inspection in the blank part of the book:
The doors and windows were unchanged in every respect, and the room had never been opened during his own absence.

After leaving this new record, he exhaled softly, and then slowly came to the desk.

On the desk, some tiny green sparks were crackling and jumping, the gradually spreading flames were outlining the outline of an object a little bit, and the whole outlining process was nearing the end.

It was a ship, a steam-powered mechanical ship with a beautiful white hull and towering chimneys, looking quite advanced.

Zhou Ming watched this scene with a calm expression, his face showing no surprise at all.

The “model” of the White Oak has appeared in this room, but …… why? Why did it suddenly appear here? What changes had occurred to this ship?
Zhou Ming raised his head and looked towards the shelf not far away, where the “models” of the Lost Country and the Prandtl were still lying quietly between the grids.

The “items” that had been completely burned by the fire of the Spirit Body and completely controlled by himself would appear in the form of precise models on the desk of this bachelor’s apartment, this was an established pattern, and this was the case for both the Lost Country and the Prand, while the White Oak ……

Zhou Ming recalled his first encounter with the ship.

The White Oak had indeed been burned by his own spiritual fire, and even the entire ship had been “swallowed” by the Lost Country, but perhaps he was not skilled enough in the control of spiritual fire at that time, and after the “burning”, the White Oak did not become a “burn” on his desk. After the “burning” at that time, the White Oak did not become a “hidden object” on his desk, but only left a mark, and this state has continued until now.

Zhou Ming sat down in front of the desk and quietly watched as the green sparks jumped across the desk and completed the last outline of the White Oak, his expression pondering.

He was certain that he hadn’t paid attention to the movements of the White Oak during this period of time, and hadn’t taken the initiative to “trigger” the flame imprint on the ship, so this change wasn’t caused by his own side – it was the White Oak, and that ship had obviously encountered something that caused the imprint on the ship to be destroyed. It was the White Oak, and the ship had obviously encountered something that caused the mark on the ship to be activated, and even directly “activated” the entire ship to become one of the “collectibles” here.

Zhou Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, and once again tried to locate the White Oak’s position, as well as sensing its current state.

A few moments later, he opened his eyes, his expression slightly grave.

Even in this dormitory room, he was still unable to accurately confirm exactly where the White Oak was, his vague perceptions only roughly pointing in the direction of that World Frost City State across the door, and while trying to confirm the White Oak’s status, he received a somewhat odd feedback.

He actually felt the ship as a whole being encased in seawater.

On the desk, the jumping of the ghostly green sparks stopped, and the precise model of the White Oak lay silently in front of Zhou Ming, every ounce of detail exquisite.

After a slight hesitation, Zhou Ming reached out and cupped the model of the White Oak, placing it in front of his eyes and carefully observing it.

However, he did not see anything out of place.

After fiddling with it for a while, Zhou Ming shook his head, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to confirm the state of that ship here either – it was still necessary to go to Frost’s side to confirm the situation.

He got up from his desk, holding the White Oak in his hand, ready to put this new “collection” on the shelf, but just a few steps out, he suddenly stopped by a mirror.

He looked into the mirror, and in the mirror, what he was holding was not the White Oak, but an unfamiliar ship shrouded in black fog and large shadows!

The silhouette of the ship was vaguely similar to the White Oak, as if it was a ship of the same origin, but the whole of the ship presented a phantom-like inauthentic texture, and traces of destruction and abandonment could be seen on the hull of the ship, as if it had been sleeping on the bottom of the sea for many years – Zhou Ming stared at the ship in the mirror, and then lowered his head a moment later, and saw that he was indeed holding the White Oak in his hands, but it was not the White Oak. hand was indeed just a model of the White Oak.

After a short period of dismay and contemplation, Zhou Ming suddenly put the model of the White Oak aside, and he quickly walked over to the shelves and held the models of the Lost Country and the City State of Plainland over, testing them one by one in front of the mirror.

Neither of them changed much in the mirror.

Only the White Oak, in the mirror showed a strange “other look”.

Zhou Ming once again brought the model of the White Oak to the mirror, and thoughtfully looked at the black shadow of the ship in the mirror.

It looked like a “reflection” of the White Oak in another dimension.

In thought, he slowly reached out his hand to the mirror. He only touched the cold, hard surface of the mirror.

……

Driving the boat alone, Lawrence watched the towering and lofty hull of the Black Oak gradually enlarge in his field of vision, and the thick fog that seemed to be filled with shadows gradually enveloped his surroundings, and a lamp hanging on the bow of the boat was struggling to dispel the dimness around him, but it could only outline a hazy course for him.

He looked back and saw that the White Oak had become a blurred shadow in the mist – clearly standing on the bridge of the White Oak when he looked over the two ships are so close, he now feels as if there is a gap between the two, that gap is not a physical distance, but a certain kind of …… barrier between reality and reality.

And he is now gradually crossing this barrier.

His mood calmed down, the more bizarre the surroundings, the more dim the environment, but his mood is more and more calm, as if all the roads have been clear, fate has shown him all the choices – he is going to go to the Black Oak on the ship, no matter what is waiting for himself there.

But he was the only one who seemed to have calmed down – there was another passenger on the small boat who looked less calm.

“You just let me go back! Put a rope on me, you can hang me from the mast all you want!” Abnormality 077 raved, the ugly dryad had been chattering since moments ago, “I’ll do anything you want as long as you can return me to my slumber …… Even if you convert me to the Storm Goddess what about the God of …… Death? I no longer want to keep my eyes open!”

Lawrence finally turned his head and responded to the dryad for the first time since his departure, “You can still convert to the gods?”

The dry corpse froze for a moment, then immediately nodded: “As long as you let me go back to sleep, I’ll convert to whichever god I want in my sleep!”

Lawrence thought about it and thought of a popular joke among sailors, a smile appeared on his face, “Then try converting to the God of Wisdom?”

Anomaly 077’s entire body stiffened for a moment, and then it took an unknown amount of time before he moved slightly and squeezed a few words out of his parched throat, “I could try plane geometry first ……”

“Even the God of Wisdom dares to try, it seems that you are really pushed,” Lawrence shook his head, and couldn’t help but feel some curiosity in his heart, “But why are you so scared? I read the information that you belong to the kind of abnormality that has a tendency to lose control, but now you desperately want to return to slumber?”

Anomaly 077 didn’t answer, but just tried to curl up into a corner on the small boat, staring at the green flames quietly burning on Lawrence’s body with a tense line of sight.

Lawrence looked down at his now still unrecovered body and raised his head, “Because of this flame? Or because of the power symbolized behind this flame?”

Anomaly 077 sulked, “Isn’t that obvious to you?”

“I didn’t think that even an ‘anomaly’ like you would understand the prestige of the Lost Country,” Lawrence lamented a bit, “I saw a description of you in the information, saying that you possessed a delirium after losing control of your body and that you could converse with people, yet I didn’t realize that your sanity had reached this level …… If you weren’t a dry corpse, I would almost think you were a human.”

Anomaly 077 lowered his head and seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, instead never speaking again.

Lawrence did not care about the reaction of this “sailor”, he now has countless mysteries to think about, a deviation from the data records, a strange out of control anomaly is insignificant compared to those mysteries.

So many unknowns, so many secrets.

How many years had it been since I’d felt like this?
It was as if after bidding farewell to the Black Oak, Lawrence the Adventurer had disappeared from this world, and the unknown and the faraway had become words of memory, until now –

The moment he saw the Black Oak again, Lawrence the Adventurer had once again awakened from the depths of an old captain’s heart.

He raised his head and saw that the towering hull of the Black Oak was already less than a few meters away from the small boat, he maneuvered the boat to slowly approach, and at that familiar place in his memory, he stopped, copied the oars and struck the hull.

A rope ladder was thrown down from above and landed on the bow of the small boat.

Lawrence looked back at Anomaly 077, cowering in the corner.

“Get in the boat, sailor.”

Anomaly 077 got up rather reluctantly and bowed his head, “Aye, Captain.”

(End of chapter)