Chapter 101: Fiction and Reality in History

Chapter 101 – False and Real in History

“Captain, are you sure this is really alright?” Alice nervously looked at the “small flame” in Duncan’s hand, and both hands kept grasping the lace trim on the side of her dress, “Don’t burn my house down ……”

Duncan was holding a ball of spiritual fire in his hand, and while looking for a place to start next to Alice’s “casket”, he helplessly looked back at the mannequin: “My spiritual fire is completely controlled – don’t you believe in my power?”

Alice hurriedly waved her hand at this, “I believe, I believe ……”

Only then did Duncan withdraw his gaze and set his mind.

With the current conditions on the Lost Country ship, it is unlikely to conduct a complete test on Alice’s “casket”, but this does not mean that he can not do some “preliminary research”, in his own more and more pure control of the fire of the spirit body, he has vaguely touched the He has already vaguely touched some of the doorway of utilizing this flame to explore the internal secrets of the transcendental things.

He still does not dare to easily use this flame on Alice, but if it is used to study her wooden box …… then it is another story.

After making some preparations, Duncan finally slowly reached out his hand and extended the tuft of fire from his fingertips to the surface of the ornate wooden box.

The fire sank silently into the crate like an illusory reflection, Alice’s eyes widened as she scrutinized the movement in front of her, and after a brief two or three seconds of silence, she then saw a phantom flame of light suddenly spreading across her vision –

The fire of the spirit body began to burn on the wooden crate, burning from the inside out! The entire crate took on a translucent texture in the blink of an eye, and in this seemingly unreal scene, the burning flames began to rapidly fill in every detail of the crate, as if reconstructing its “skeleton” structure!
“Hey, Captain, it’s burning!”

The doll exclaimed, but her cry was not answered – Duncan had already focused his attention on the control of the flames and the perception of the “casket”, and he was staring solemnly at the flames and the illusory wooden box in front of him, and the sound of Alice’s voice came to his ears. The voice of Alice in his ears was indistinct as if it came from another world.

Duncan’s mind is gradually quiet, he felt that the surrounding is getting quieter and quieter, even the never-ending winds and waves of the boundless sea seem to gradually far away from his own perception, he felt that his power seeped into an extremely vast “place”, and more and more “perception” is building up through the flame. More and more “perceptions” were being transmitted into his consciousness through the channels established by the flames–

This was very different from the feeling he had when he had used the flame to transform the Sun Talisman before!
If he had to draw an analogy, transforming the Sun Amulet with flames gave him a feeling as if it was as easy as filling up a glass of water, whereas at the moment he felt that his flames were raging and pouring into a large lake, and that the volume of the two was not on the same level at all.

Is this the gap between an artificially mass-produced Transcendent Item and a Rank 099 Abnormal Item?
Duncan’s heart suddenly realized something, and in this flash of thought, he suddenly felt that the flame connection had finally reached some kind of peak – the transfer of power suddenly became as smooth as a river, and immediately after, a surge of “memories” rushed into his mind!

The sound of the waves …… waves lapping at the unfamiliar shoreline, the cold wind blowing over the high walls, the towering walls standing in the distance, vague as if frozen, and the crowd …… swaying, dim, only the outline of the crowd! ……

Duncan’s vision floated somewhere, seemingly two or three meters above the ground in the air, and he looked around in astonishment, but saw only strange city-states with high platforms on the coastline, and he saw uncountable dark shadows gathered around the platforms, which seemed to be shadowed crowds, but none of them could be seen clearly.

There was a humming and rumbling from all directions, as if people were whispering, but it was surprisingly loud and noisy, and Duncan tried to distinguish it, and finally realized that it wasn’t the sound of people talking at all, but rather the sound of uncountable “minds” – the minds of Duncan tried to distinguish them, and finally realized that they were not the voices of people talking at all, but the voices of countless “hearts” – the confused thoughts of the mind, the self-talk in a tense and depressing atmosphere, the prayers to the gods, and the pleas in fear.

The “black shadows” did not speak, but their voices swept over the platform like a storm.

Duncan’s heart stirred, and he suddenly turned back.

In the pale, dim light of the distant sky, he saw a towering object.

A guillotine – its sharp blade glowing coldly in the dimness.

Through what little historical knowledge he had left in his mind, and associating it with the origins behind Anomaly 099, Duncan had realized where he was.

He looked down at the guillotine, and it seemed that as his perceptions grew solid, a blurry figure underneath the guillotine was rapidly becoming clearer.

He saw the Queen, the Frost Queen who had been executed by the rebels half a century ago – her silver hair cascading down her back, her lavender eyes still bright in the dimness, and her teeth clenched to keep her body from shivering even the slightest bit as she wore a slightly thin dress in the cold wind.

She really did have the exact same face as Alice. Duncan’s heart was a bit strange, he looked at the lady who looked exactly like Alice, although he knew that this was the historical “correct body”, he still couldn’t help but preconceive the image of the living doll on the ship in his mind, and in the next moment, a voice suddenly came from nowhere and interrupted his thoughts. —

“Your time is up, Frost ‘Queen’.”

The voice was cold and distant, yet it seemed to ring out beside the guillotine as if it had pierced through the curtain of history.

In the next second, Duncan saw two phantoms suddenly appear beside the guillotine, and those two phantoms came to the Frost Queen’s side, seemingly wanting to press the Queen’s arms to make her kneel down under the guillotine, but the Queen’s stance was still, and those two tall phantoms were as weak as children.

Duncan heard the noise around him suddenly become even more raging than it had been a moment ago, and the uncountable black shadows suddenly shifted, even interspersed with some clear shouts – the cold, distant voice from before sounded again, this time seeming to be more than a little angry: “Quiet! Maintain order in the execution ground!”

More phantoms surfaced around the guillotine, and the Frost Queen was finally pressed down beneath the chilling torture device, falling to her knees in the cold dust but still raising her head to gaze calmly at the high walls of the city-state in the distance, while above her neck the sharp, heavy blade began to creep upward accompanied by the creaking sound of a winch ……

Duncan frowned, although he knew that this is just a historical record of the phantom, but when looking at the face of “Alice” he still subconsciously step forward, want to reach out ……

But at the moment when he made his “movement”, the Frost Queen under the guillotine suddenly turned her head slightly – she looked at the direction where Duncan was, at a place that should have been empty in the space and time where she was, and she opened her mouth and said in a clear and soft voice said:
“Whoever you are, please don’t pollute history.”

Duncan paused in shock, and immediately afterward, he was even more shocked to hear someone beside the guillotine exclaim, “Who are you talking to?!”

The Frost Queen, however, had withdrawn her eyes, and as if she had suddenly thought of something, a relieved smile actually appeared on her otherwise icy countenance, and she turned her head, as if to say to the executioner beside her, “Do it, before the sun sets.”

The guillotine slammed down.

The darkness suddenly surged in from all directions, the visions of history began to tear apart into fragments of light, and Duncan felt his connection with “this place” weakening rapidly, and he knew that the scene of “Echoes” had come to an end, and that the visions that were constantly He could still hear some noisy and broken voices in the illusion that was crumbling away from him, and those voices were so far away and so close that he could only vaguely hear a few snippets of them–

“…… The Frost Queen is dead, and we have severed the Lost Country’s channel back to the real world ……”

“…… Rae Nora presumptuously attempted to build a second Lost Country ship …… She colluded with the Shadows of Subspace, the evidence is overwhelming, and she deserves to die …… “

“…… The new Consul will soon reinvent order, and all information related to the ‘Subterranean Abyss’ exploration program will be destroyed …… Active whistleblowers still have a chance of forgiveness …… “

“Full pursuit of the renegade ship Sea Mist and the renegade navy …… Live or die …… Wait, what’s that noise …… Get out of here, it’s going to collapse! ”

Screams, shouts, the loud sound of a giant object breaking and collapsing, the whistling and raging waves ……

Duncan snapped out of this infinite darkness as if returning to the surface from a deep dive, and at the end of the darkness he heard a series of loud bangs that sounded as if an entire cliff had collapsed from the shoreline and fallen into the sea.

He had witnessed a piece of history and heard it fall into nothingness in the darkness.

He saw a phantom in history, and that phantom pleaded with him not to pollute history.

He slowly opens his eyes, sees the familiar cabin, hears the familiar sound of the waves, and sees the familiar figure sitting at the foot of his bed, playing with his head as he pulls it off and tucks it back in.

Duncan: “……?”

(end of chapter)