Chapter 666 – Crossing the Border Again
Chapter 666 – Crossing the Line Again
As Duncan watched, the anomaly 132-“lock” knowingly opened itself and broke free from the clasp, jumping out of the way on the other side of the table.
Duncan opened the large, dark wooden box and took the carved wooden goat’s head from inside, placing it on the nautical table.
The “First Mate” on the edge of the table turned his head and looked at the carved wooden goat’s head, which looked exactly like his own, and his two pairs of obsidian eyes stared at each other for a long time before letting out a long-drawn sigh: “Wow-“
Duncan raised an eyebrow, “That’s all you sighed?”
“It’s too much of a shock to think of at once,” the goathead’s head twisted around on its pedestal as if trying to see its “other head” from a different angle, and it stretched its neck out to look at it for half a second, muttering as it did so. “When you returned to the ship, I had a vague feeling that you would definitely bring this ‘Dreamland Skull’ back to the ship, I am not surprised, but after seeing it with my own eyes, it is still incredible that there really exists a ‘Dreamland Skull’ that looks exactly like me! ……”
When it said this, it suddenly stopped, and seemed to be a bit puzzled, “How come it doesn’t move at all?”
“You ask me?” Duncan looked odd, “It’s your own head.”
“But I don’t know it well either,” Goathead’s tone was extra justified, “I didn’t even know I had a spine before this trip to Lightwind Harbor ……”
Duncan was speechless, “……”
The awkward and weird atmosphere lasted for a few seconds before the goat head finally moved again, stretching its neck in the direction of the “Dreaming Skull”, “Can you bring it a little closer?”
“Like this?” Duncan brings the dead, dead Dreaming Skull next to the goathead and observes it curiously, “Do you feel anything?”
“…… Why don’t you hold it a little closer?”
Duncan took it a little bit closer, then a little bit closer, and finally he simply put the “Dreaming Cranium” directly on the goat’s head, so that the two wooden goat’s heads were pressed head to head: “Okay, this is close enough, right–” “Do you feel anything? Do you feel anything at all?”
“Take it away, take it away …… close enough,” the goat head hurriedly twisted his neck while yelling, waiting for Duncan to put the “dreamland skull” back on the table it is very humane! He exhaled and muttered, “I still don’t have any feeling …… except that I can strongly sense its ‘presence’, but I can’t establish any ‘communication’ with this head, and I can’t sense its ‘presence’. ‘, there is also no way to perceive that this head exists any thought or memory, and it has no response to me ……”
It stopped and thought seriously, shaking its head, “It feels as if this is an empty shell, as if it has no connection with me other than ‘existence’ as well as ‘homology’.”
Listening to Goathead’s description, Duncan frowned deeply.
“That’s a bit of an unforeseen situation,” he said with a frown, “This is another fragment of Sasloca after all, even the more badly mutilated part should be more or less special, and the previous ‘sacrifice’ by that group of cultists ‘ ceremony also proved that this ‘Dreamscape Cranium’ exists ‘active’…… How did it not move at all after coming into contact with you instead? ”
“I don’t know, but at least I can be sure that this head is definitely real – I can indeed feel its ‘existence’, and this feeling is so subtle that I don’t know how to explain it to you… … “Goathead said, followed by some speculation, “Perhaps it was still the wrong method of contact? Or …… was it the sacrifice ritual that the cultists messed up and broke this head? After all, those bastards have been stimulating the ‘Dreaming Cranium’ with elven blood ……”
Duncan looked serious, with thought in his gaze, while he glanced at Goathead again, “Those cultists were indeed assholes – but didn’t you think it was weird when you were talking about your other head being made ‘bad’ ?”
“Weird, but I couldn’t find the right word for it,” Goathead’s tone was kinda helpless, “Who let me really be in this state right now, dead and broken ……”
Duncan: “……”
He is found, from the light wind harbor incident after the end of his own this first mate more or less still happened some changes, the most notable point is the heart wide with heart attack like ……
Duncan shook his head, put aside the strange feelings that popped up in his mind for a moment, and then patted the dead “dreaming skull” with his hand.
“No matter what, the current state of this ‘Dreamland Cranium’ is definitely not quite right, perhaps it is really because of the ‘operation’ of those cultists that it has undergone some kind of change, or perhaps we haven’t found the right way to revitalize it, or perhaps it is because we haven’t found the right way to revitalize it. or …… is that it is ‘missing’ something, in any case, I will leave it here for the time being, and let you observe its changes, what do you think?”
“Everything is at your disposal,” said Goathead immediately, “And I’m also very curious about what’s going on with this head, leaving it here is just the thing to study when I’m free.”
Duncan nodded slightly, “Very well.”
He then lifted his eyes and gazed out the window.
The sun had already set a third of the way below sea level – unconsciously, dusk was approaching, and the remaining golden-red light of Vision 001 was magnificently filling the boundless sea, while in the other direction, the golden sunlight emanating from the “Luminous Geometries” near the Port of Light Winds was becoming more and more brilliant as dusk approached. In the other direction, the golden sunlight emanating from the “Luminous Geometry” located near the Light Wind Harbor was becoming more and more brilliant with the arrival of dusk, and the silhouettes of distant city-states appeared a little hazy between the interlocking sunlight.
How long can such a peaceful sunset last?
For some reason, Duncan’s mind was suddenly flooded with such thoughts, but immediately afterward he exhaled softly and put these distracting thoughts aside.
“I’m going to go back to my room for a bit of rest, and I’ll make another trip to the city with Lucrecia when she’s finished with her side of things – look after the Lost Country in the meantime.” “Aye, Captain.”
Duncan nodded and got up to walk towards the door to the bedroom room deep in the captain’s quarters, but suddenly he stopped again and looked at the goat’s head on the table with some curiosity, “You said you were going to ‘study and research’ this Dreamscape Cranium, how do you intend to do that? You don’t even have hands.”
“That’s a good question,” Goathead searched his mind, and after a moment looked up confidently, “Anyway, let’s try talking to it first, maybe this head is letting those cultists make it self-conscious, and I might just be able to untangle it by enlightening it… …”
Duncan lost all hope in the goathead’s “research”.
But he didn’t say anything, he just gave Goathead a “you go for it” look, then waved his hand and turned around to walk into the bedroom.
With a bang, the dark wooden door closed.
In the empty captain’s room, only the two carved wooden goat heads on the table remained quiet.
This silence lasted for an unknown period of time, the goat head finally turned his head and looked at the motionless “Dreamland Skull”.
“…… Have you heard of the eighteen cuisines of the infinite sea?”
……
After briefly falling into a nap for only a few minutes, Duncan was suddenly awakened by a humming, rumbling noise that came from nowhere.
He rose quickly from his bed, but by now silence had returned to the cabin and beyond.
In the dimly lit bedroom, only a single lamp on the table glowed with what seemed to be some lack of brightness, the windows not far away were dark outside, as if night had fallen for a long time, the door was silent, and no sound could be heard in the direction of the corridor and the deck.
Duncan sat on the edge of his bed in the darkness, an oppressive feeling rising out of nowhere as he remembered what he had done before he went to his room to rest, and immediately afterward he perceived a violation in his environment.
It was too quiet – not even the sound of the waves against the hull of the ship could be heard, and the “night” outside the window was too dark to see the “sunlight” from the glowing geometries near Lightwind Harbor, nor the afterglow of the “sunlight” that was coming through. “The afterglow from the glowing geometry near Light Wind Harbor could not be seen, nor could the cool glow of the World’s Creator shining on the sea surface be seen.
Duncan frowned, suddenly sensing something, and darted out of his bed and to the window by his desk.
In the dimness of the infinite void, a chaotic and obscure stream of light glided silently past the window in the extreme distance, and in the space briefly illuminated by the stream of light, some vast and monstrous shadow slowly surfaced at the end of the view, tumbling noiselessly.
Subspace!
Duncan’s mind snapped, realizing instantly what was happening.
After such a long time, he had “wandered” into subspace again!
He remembered the first time he had entered subspace, and remembered that it had been after a nap, and remembered that he had thought it had been a weird dream. That was also the only time he had ever entered this “space-time”, which was regarded as a taboo by the world, and it had been a long time since then, so long that he had almost forgotten about it.
Now, the same thing was happening again.
Duncan frowned and silently raised his guard, first summoning a flame and hiding it in his hand, then cautiously walking towards the door of the room.
He wasn’t going to think of this as sleepwalking anymore.
He knew that he didn’t dream – although he didn’t know the reason behind it, but the “dream world” didn’t seem to belong to him.
He went to the door of the bedroom, listened to the noise outside, and then slowly pushed open the door.
Outside is the dark and dead silence of the captain’s room, the dilapidated another “Lost Country” just like the last time appeared in his field of vision, everywhere shows the appearance of a century of abandonment of the dilapidated, empty shelves leaning against the corner, tarnished oval mirror hanging on the cracked walls, the floor is piled up with dark and suspicious shadow debris, the only intact The only intact nautical table was located in the center of the room, and the mysterious chart was emitting a faint light on the table.
A dark, carved wooden goat’s head rested quietly on the table, slowly raising its head and settling its gaze on Duncan.
(End of chapter)