Chapter 241 – There is an overwhelming view in front

Chapter 241 – There is a Desperate Scene in Front
Goat Head wasn’t there.

This was an even more unbelievable scene than that absurd and bizarre dream!
Duncan stood frozen in the doorway for half a day before he finally drifted back to his senses, and then directly drew the sword at his waist and slowly walked forward in a fully alert stance.

The goat’s head was indeed not there, the familiar nautical table only held charts and a few miscellaneous items, and the place where the goat’s head was originally placed was only an empty tabletop.

Duncan stared at the empty desktop for a few seconds before slowly withdrawing his gaze, then looking up and around.

More unholy sights came into view.

All the furnishings were mottled and old, the walls and columns were covered with cracks of varying shades, the shelves next to them were missing a lot of things, almost only empty shelves remained, and one of the walls that had originally been hung with a decorative tapestry was now only a suspicious dark stain, and next to the stain was the window, which was covered with dirt, and outside of the window it was dark and chaotic, and vaguely could only see some suspicious shimmers of light flickering rapidly. flickering.

It was as if there were some very swiftly moving shadows that darted through the air outside the window.

The whole chart room gave people the feeling as if it had been abandoned for an unknown number of years, and the years had destroyed most of the furnishings here, while some kind of rough force that was more dangerous than the years had left dark and faint stains of varying shades on all the walls and roofs, and on the floor.

Duncan couldn’t even resist pinching his thigh again, trying to double-check that he wasn’t in a dream.

Clear pain and clear thinking simultaneously reminded him that this was not a dream, but a reality, a …… reality that was doubly foreign to him.

The same feeling he had when he first set foot on the Lost Country came flooding back, and the tension of being surrounded by endless strangeness made Duncan’s brow grow furrowed.

But compared to the first time he stepped onto this ship, it only took him a short time to adjust at the moment, and after a few deep breaths he was completely calmed down.

After all, he had now had many bizarre experiences that he had never thought of in the first half of his life, and the experience he had gained from dealing with this bizarre world as well as his mastery of and confidence in his own power had made him no longer the dazed novice he had been.

The only thing he felt uneasy about now was that his worry that “the Lost Country is quite unstable and something will go wrong sooner or later” seemed to be turning out to be true.

The ship had undergone a mutation.

Duncan circled the room again, checking the empty shelves, the dirty walls, and the corner where the two wooden crates had been, most of the stuff was gone, except for the navigation table, which was still there, making it almost an old, dilapidated, empty room.

But there was one thing left in its original place – the oval mirror with its intricate patterned border.

Duncan went to the mirror and cautiously glanced inside.

There was no gruesome sight; the mirror did not reflect a blood-soaked inferno or twisted, deformed faces; it was just dirty, with blackened stains all over the mirror, but where there were fewer stains, the reflection could still be seen normally.

Duncan didn’t linger too long in front of the mirror, he went back to the sailing table and swept his eyes over the chart.

In the next instant, his vision suddenly froze.

The chart had changed its appearance as well!
The fog that had covered the entire chart had almost disappeared, and after the fog cleared, the parchment showed a clear and complex track!

Duncan subconsciously moved closer, trying to identify what was on the chart, but immediately he realized something was wrong.

On the charts, there were trajectories and routes, but there was not a single meaningful label or “place” to be seen, it was more like a bunch of chaotic lines drawn unconsciously, recording a muddled sleepwalking, and between the lines, there were no islands, no city-states… …nothing.

He couldn’t see Prand, he couldn’t see Rensa, he couldn’t see Cold Harbor or Lightwind …… Though it was true that he was unfamiliar with most of the names of these city-states, he knew, at least, that they existed and definitely should have appeared on this mists-clearing chart to be sure!
Duncan’s brow furrowed more and more, and it was only after realizing that there was no information on the chart about any landmarks to refer to that he slowly straightened up and sidled his ears, listening for movement outside the window.

There was no movement outside the window, no sound of wind or waves, the silence …… was like that weird and short lived strange dream he had.

The lines on the chart are labeled with the sailing track of the Lost Country, and that track will be updated on its own as this ship drifts, so the lines …… labeled on this chart with the fog dispersed and the track longitudinal are the sailing record of the Lost Country in which dimension?

Duncan exhaled softly, and then as if he had made up his mind about something, he turned toward the door to the captain’s quarters with his sword in hand-theoretically, the deck of the Lost Country was just beyond the door.

He gripped the doorknob and took a deep breath, then pushed the door open with one hand.

The Lost Country was sailing in a murky chaos, and as far as the eye could see the decks and buildings of the ship were in a state of disrepair and dereliction. At least, it was indeed the deck of the Lost Country outside the door.

Duncan stepped out of the door, stepping onto the pitted and crumbling deck as if it were on the verge of collapsing, and heard a shrill creaking sound that suddenly broke the stifling dead silence.

Duncan stepped forward cautiously, confirming that the deck only appeared to be in disrepair and was not actually on the verge of collapsing before stepping a little more boldly, and then he raised his head to make sure that the Lost Country was surrounded by the situation.

As far as the eye could see, it was a barren and vast chaotic space that had no boundaries, with dim shadows in every direction, and between those shadows, from time to time, you could see obscure and blurred light and shadow turbulence suddenly emerge and gradually dissipate, and occasionally you would see strange flashes of light or light streams brighten up suddenly, like blinding lightning that illuminated the distant nothingness, and so between those flashes of light, you could vaguely see some kind of gigantic thing floating in the nothingness, as if it were slowly revolving and writhing.

The moment he saw those obscure shadows and flashes of light and turbulence, Duncan’s heart only let out a crippling cry.

This scene …… is a bit familiar.

It was exactly the same as the scene at the bottom of the Lost Country ship – it was subspace!
Duncan almost cursed out, the corner of his mouth pumped two times, said this is really the most worried about things will certainly happen, he not long ago also looking for subspace this thing is too evil and seems to call their own, to think of a way to avoid and its contact, but I did not expect to own this eyes closed and opened, but even mentioned a subspace drifting – How did this suddenly come here?
But after the initial panic, he quickly calmed down and restrained the urge to turn around and return to the captain’s cabin.

He couldn’t be sure if this place was subspace or not yet, he just had a feeling that there was a similarity between this place and the scene outside the bottom of the Lost Country ship, and if this place was really subspace …… then there wasn’t any point in hiding back in the captain’s room at this time.

And in addition to this point, he also quickly discovered the …… suspiciousness of his own state.

He stood here, looking up at the (suspected) scenery of subspace, but did not feel any discomfort, nor did he feel that his spirit had been eroded, or hear strange noises – but according to the “common sense” of this world… …wouldn’t a human go crazy just by looking at subspace, not to mention entering it?
But he didn’t feel the slightest discomfort.

Not only did he not feel uncomfortable, he could even clearly perceive his body in Prand, and the “imprints” of Nina, Maurice, and Vanna that remained in the real dimension.

Even if his “ghost captain” has some special features, some resistance to subspace, he should not be so …… safe and sound in this place, right?

Duncan wondered about his current state, and even began to doubt whether this place is the legendary “world-ending abyss”, then he fixed his mind, stepped towards the edge of the deck railings.

He reached the side of the ship and looked out.

As expected, there was no seawater below the Lost Country – the ship seemed to be floating in the universe, with the same nothingness in all directions.

He stood at the edge of the deck, gazing out over the vast hazy shadows in the distance and the turbulence of light and shadow that lit up every now and then, and carefully planned how he should get out of this mess next.

First, it was to confirm if this place was really subspace, and second, it was to look for and determine if there was still a connection between this place and the reality dimension.

Since he was able to come here, it means that there must be a place that is “reconnected” to the real world, but this place may not necessarily be in his bedroom when he woke up – he had already checked the bedroom and the chart room, and did not find anything similar to a “passage”. He had already checked the bedroom and the chart room, and found no traces of a “passageway”.

After a moment’s thought, he had a general idea, and turned away from the ship’s side, toward the entrance to the mid-deck hatch.

At that moment, Duncan suddenly noticed something out of the corner of his eye, which made him subconsciously stop in his tracks.

He raised his head and looked in the direction that his afterglow had just seen, while a slightly brighter arc of electricity was slowly dissipating in the darkness in the distance, and in the fading light, he could vaguely see what appeared to be something very large and clump-like slowly drifting over the Lost Country.

Duncan watched intently, and just at that moment another “flash” appeared, like a sinuous and long-lasting bolt of lightning, this one crossing the sky and lighting up an extremely wide area of the “sky” in the blink of an eye.

Duncan finally caught a glimpse of the massive object – and his breath caught in his throat.

It was a piece of …… land, or rather a fragmented black shadow that looked like land, and it was immensely large, large enough to cause a phobia of giants, and its irregular contours looked as if it had been torn directly from the planet by some great force, and then roughly thrown to this place.

On the inverted earth, one could even vaguely see mountains, rivers, and some even more suspicious and disturbing lines, all of which had lost their color and vitality – the whole “continent” was only a monotonous grey and black, and the rivers were all The entire “continent” was a monotonous gray and black, the rivers were frozen in the gullies of the earth, making it seem like a crude model devoid of colorful details, sealed in the stagnant amber of time and space.

The huge piece of astral wreckage moved slowly over the Lost Country in this way, showing Duncan some bleak, ancient reflection of doom.

(End of chapter)