Chapter 683 – Starry Night
Chapter 683 – Starlight Overflows
Obviously, the news that suddenly burst out from Duncan’s side kind of shocked a few of the popes’ three views – they slowed down for half a day on the spot, and in the end, they still didn’t slow down much.
After concealing the information related to the Alice Commons, Duncan briefly told Lune and the others about his exchange with the Black Sun and the Profound Holy Lord.
He didn’t worry that this information would “contaminate” the people who stayed at the scene at the moment. On one hand, all of his followers had been baptized by his “Spiritual Flame”, which proved to give them a high resistance to spiritual contamination, and on the other hand, the several popes present at the scene usually dealt with spiritual contamination almost every day. On the other hand, a few of the popes present usually dealt with spiritual pollution almost every day, and their resistance was very high, so they would not have gone crazy just because they heard a few words of the ancient gods – he would not have mentioned these things just now when the bishops were still present.
Helena and the others looked at each other in disbelief, and after a moment of thought and hesitation, all three lines of sight fell on Lune.
This short and chubby old elf instantly had a slightly embarrassed expression, “…… Why are you all looking at me?”
“The most knowledgeable person among us is you.” Helena had a sincere face.
Banister followed with a nod, “You tend to have unique insights and omen-like acumen in the difficult field of the occult.”
Frem didn’t say anything, just continued to stare at Lune without blinking.
Lune’s expression was subtly silent for a few seconds, and after a few moments of reflection, he seemed to suddenly think of something and turned his head to Duncan, who was watching from the sidelines, “You confirm that you heard the clear and sane voices of the Psionic Sage Lord and the Black Sun, yes?”
“Confirmed of course,” Duncan spread his hands, “as sensible as we are talking to each other right now.”
“Second question then,” Lune deliberated slightly, his expression becoming extraordinarily serious, “…… Since returning to the real world from subspace, you have encountered what you see as a completely uncommunicative, incomprehensible, and utterly unnameable ‘Chaotic Creation’?”
Duncan was slightly stunned at his words, and then vaguely understood what the old pope meant, and after a moment of contemplation, he spoke, “……I have encountered many ‘chaotic, confused, uncommunicable freaks’ by the world’s standards,’ But almost every time …… I have heard useful information in those noise-like hisses of theirs …… Sometimes, I even feel that they are intentionally talking to me.”
He paused, but left half a sentence unsaid afterward – he’d always thought that was normal!
Lune, on the other hand, showed a distinct change in expression after hearing Duncan’s reply, his brow furrowing momentarily as Helena, who was on the sidelines, followed suit, “Wait, so ……”
“…… In the eyes of the ‘Captain’, there is no such thing as a crazy out-of-control Ancient God,” Lune looked into Duncan’s eyes and spoke slowly with a serious expression, “You in any situation can understand those voices that have completely deviated from the ‘benchmark of sanity’, even those existences that mortals would break down and go wild just by looking at them, I’m afraid they are understandable and communicable to you.”
The hall fell silent for a moment, and except for Alice, who didn’t have enough brains, and Shirley, who didn’t use her brain, everyone instantly began to subconsciously think about what this meant, and about the “reason” behind this unimaginable “phenomenon”.
And in the midst of the contemplation, Morris broke the silence with a low voice: “If we follow the ‘cognitive deviation’ conjecture that you just put forward, Teacher, then that means that the captain of the ship he ……”
“Everything remains within his cognition no matter how much it deviates,” Loon slowly nodded, “It’s kind of like …… wait, wait, I need paper and a pen!”
Morris responded immediately, “Here.”
A piece of paper was quickly spread out on the table, and Lune took the pencil, ambled over to the curious gazes of the crowd, and began to rapidly sketch patterns on the paper – however, to Duncan’s surprise, it wasn’t some complicated and esoteric occult rune, nor was it some difficult and difficult mathematical formula, what came out of Lune’s pen was just one and a seemingly loosely randomized circle.
He drew many circular patterns – they were randomly distributed on the surface of the paper, some overlapped each other, some were only slightly interlaced at the edges, and some were completely independent.
“Remember the Great Annihilation? And the conjecture of the process of molding a new world after the Great Annihilation ……” Lune said quickly as he traced, “Many worlds crashed together, and their debris piled up to form the foundations of the new world, I call this piled up debris ‘primordial ashes’, and these ashes all carried the ‘rules’ of their respective worlds in the beginning, and we regard ashes that share the same set of rules as a circle like this ……
“Yes, the concept of a set, the ‘original ashes’ left over from each world is a subset, do you see these circles that cross each other? Those that cross are the parts of the primordial ashes that are ‘compatible’ with each other ……
“During the Third Long Night, the primordial ashes that were able to be compatible were reorganized to form the ‘intersections’ in the collection of the Deep Age …… that we now live in, and yes, it’s right here… …”
Lune paused, pointing his pencil at the center of the white paper.
Several circles, large and small, were intersecting there, and the intersection of the circles had an area only the size of a fingernail.
“This is our Deep Sea Era …… from the remains of various worlds, able to be ‘compatible’ with each other, able to barely ‘establish’ under the same set of rules ‘ of the primordial ashes, which together constructed this Boundless Sea, as well as the many city-states on the Boundless Sea ……
“And beyond this ‘intersection’, in the other disjointed parts of these circles, their ‘differentials’, are those things that we have access to, yet cannot understand, cannot control –which stray to the edges of our reality, perhaps presenting themselves as visions, perhaps as anomalies, perhaps as other bizarre phenomena, contamination vectors ……”
Loon thought for a moment, and then pointed to the circles that strayed away from all of them and did not have any contact with other patterns.
“This, on the other hand, is where the blasphemous archetypes are located, where the Black Sun and the other lost ancient gods and banished communities are located. We have been completely unable to comprehend their existence, and they are completely impervious to the real world; some of them have disappeared completely into the darkness, while others …… are still wandering in the form of primordial ashes in …… some kind of time and space that we cannot comprehend. ”
Morris looked at the simple but clear graphic sketched out by his teacher on the paper, and quickly understood: “We are located within the ‘intersection’, so we can only ‘understand’ the information within the intersection, and what is outside the intersection to us is unnamable noise and shadows ……”
Lune nodded, “Yes, that is the ‘truth’ that this model presents.”
Morris followed up with, “But to the Captain, both the ‘weird shadows’ outside the intersection, and those lost ancient gods that are completely outside of the set system, are understandable – in his eyes, there is no There exists a world ‘outside the intersection’ ……” “As you say ……”
Duncan stood by, silently listening to these discussions.
They were discussing him, they were trying to explain him using a set of logic, they were trying to recognize, to understand, to get in touch with his “real mystery”.
But he didn’t care.
He just listened silently, pondering as he listened.
He looked at the patterns Lunn had drawn, at the intersecting, overlapping, separate circles, at the “primordial ashes” floating and scattered in the ruins, and at the paper.
For some reason, his mind recalled the experience he had had in subspace not long ago, and the overflowing starlight he had seen in the eyes of the pale giant. ……
Vanna also came in front of the piece of paper, she looked at the pattern on it and couldn’t help but speak softly, “Which position is that captain in ……”
Loon looked serious: “There is only one situation where a ‘total set’ can hold all the subsets that have already appeared here, as well as those that have yet to appear.”
Vanna thought for a moment, reaching out and gesturing on the paper, “A larger circle that contains them all?”
“No.”
Instead, Maurice shook his head.
The old scholar then took a half step forward and pressed his hand gently on the piece of paper.
“It’s this paper.”
As the words fell, he raised his head and looked around.
Endless starlight filled his vision, his memories, and his perceptions.
It filled the eyes of everyone in the hall.
Helena stared wide-eyed in the starlight, feeling her mind shake in the monstrous waves of truth that rolled through her, and she saw an undulating shadow rumble in the starlight, a silhouette, which drew closer to her with a roar –
“Isn’t it incredible?”
Lune stood rigid in the starlight, noise and tremor squeezing out of his sanity: “Truth …… to beauty ……”
And then all the starlight suddenly dissipated – the vast, undulating shadows contracted and collapsed into the real world in the hall in an instant imperceptible to man.
Vanna barely broke free from the horrific residue caused by the starlight, and in a moment of intense vertigo, she saw the Captain walk toward the table and slowly roll up the piece of paper.
“Let me give you a piece of advice,” Duncan turned his head and looked Lune in the eye, “the next time you discuss me, take more preparatory measures.”
The ghastly residue left by Starlight had finally faded completely – the piece of paper had been completely rolled up by Duncan and casually tucked into his shirt.
With the “truth” temporarily obscured, sanity suddenly returned to everyone’s minds.
Banister drew a sharp breath as he subconsciously took a step backwards, followed by a glare at Lune, “I should have distanced myself from ‘scholars’ like you from the start!”
“You guys were the ones who made me analyze it just now!” Lune gasped twice, first giving Duncan a heartfelt look, followed by a look at the three Banisters, “Just tell me if it worked!”
“Captain ……” Morris then turned his head to Duncan with a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face, “Sorry …… “
“It’s alright, curiosity is a human instinct,” Duncan smiled instead, a smile that was as gentle and forgiving as ever, “Luckily for all of us it didn’t pass away.”
(End of chapter)