Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 393

[Chapter 391]

after a long absence For a long time, Lawrence seemed to be trapped in a “lucid dream”-he knew what happened to him and his mental illness better than anyone else.

He knew that Martha was no longer there, and that the figure that was with him day and night was actually just an illusion. He knew all of this—whether it was at the level of subconsciousness or subjective consciousness, he was very clear-headed.

However, compared with other captains of similar age and similar experience, his mental state is already considered good. In the vast sea, the most indispensable thing is the captains with twisted minds and damaged minds. Shared by the ship priest, this profession that challenges the sea is also destined to suffer far more mental pollution than ordinary crew members. Every captain has completed ocean voyages time and time again in the confrontation with his own deteriorating mind, so that the captains often To describe my career in one sentence –

“We are not sailing on the edge of the abyss, our life is sailing straight to the abyss.”

But it is precisely because of the perennial mental distress that Lawrence has a particularly keen eye for “Martha”. Recognition, at this moment, he has keenly realized that the figure in front of him is definitely not the same “thing” as the phantom he has seen in the past.

He couldn’t help but recall the “Martha” who had appeared on the white oak deck before. Gus, the first mate at the time, had seen the figure of “Martha”—when did the change begin?

Has all this finally crossed a certain tipping point? The thing in my fantasy…has finally come to reality? Or some kind of indescribable power read his mind and created this actual “individual” before his eyes? Is this a malicious gift? Or a trap full of sarcasm?

“Martha…” Lawrence finally opened his mouth. He felt that his throat was a little dry, and even his voice became hoarse. “You are in front of me?” “

As you can see,” the female adventurer laughed. Come touch me? I even have a temperature.”

“…you are a real individual,” Lawrence took a light breath, restraining his urge to take a step forward, “but…why is that? Could it be that the illusion in my mind has been transformed into something here? This kind of entity? Is this… the power of this sea?”

“At least part of it is correct,” Martha shook her head lightly, “It is true that this ‘sea’ shaped me and the Black Oak, but I am not from you Visions in the mind – I’ve been wandering here for years, Lawrence – I’ve been here with this ship for many years, wandering blindly as part of a vast number of ‘fakes’.” Lawrence

slightly Startled: “Fake?”

“Fake—some kind of powerful force in the deep sea caused all this. I don’t know what it is, but it has been entrenched here for many, many years, creating countless fakes , Do you still remember the ‘Haiyan’ that you just wiped out? And that dagger island…” “

They are all ‘fakes’?!” Lawrence opened his eyes wide, and he suddenly realized that he was in deep trouble This vortex seems to be more treacherous and terrifying than I imagined, “Wait, the Frost City State we encountered before…” “

It is also, everything here,” Martha said calmly, “That power It has already infiltrated the entire sea area, and all things that linger in this sea area for enough time cannot escape its “replication”. There are countless blind and empty replicas wandering in the deep sea-all you encounter is just A small part of it.”

Lawrence seemed to have fallen into a sluggish state, and after a long time, he suddenly woke up and looked at his “wife” in disbelief: “But… you look different, You can even talk to me, this ship was fighting side by side with the White Oak just now…”

Martha didn’t speak, but looked at Lawrence quietly with a calm and meaningful smile.

The latter stopped talking and gradually came to his senses. He lowered his head and looked at his still ghost-like illusory and transparent body and the quiet green flame burning quietly on his body.

The appearance of the Black Oak came after the White Oak completed its “transformation” in the fire of the spirit body.

“You realize, Lawrence,” Martha said softly, “the only thing that can compete with mighty power is another stronger kind of mighty power. Even in this sea area, you can’t get your hands on the spoils of the lost fleet—you and me, They are all ‘His’ spoils.”

Lawrence listened blankly, feeling a little dazed, and then his expression changed slightly, and he realized the incongruity of the last few words the other party said just now—that was not What “Martha” who bid farewell to herself decades ago should know!

Why did she know about the Homeless? Why do you know that the White Oak is Captain Duncan’s “trophy”?

“You read my consciousness!” Lawrence’s eyes widened suddenly, and his muscles tensed subconsciously, “You are not the real Martha!”

However, the figure standing not far away just smiled, as if he didn’t care at all. Lawrence’s reaction, as calm as it was decades ago: “If what you want is a 100 percent accurate and ‘pure’ Martha, I’m sorry, Lawrence, I’m not her—but ‘she’ is mine One part, Martha’s soul is inside me, and another part of me, comes from your consciousness and memory… This sea is like a mirror, constantly reflecting everything that floats on its surface, consciousness and memory Naturally, it is also included.

“I didn’t read your consciousness, and your consciousness was naturally reflected as a part of me-you can’t accept this? “

Lawrence opened his mouth, and after several times of expression changes, he finally twitched the corners of his mouth bitterly, and spread his hands: “I don’t know, I never even thought about how to deal with you after actually facing you, I …I don’t know how to accept this…’form’ of you, I haven’t even figured out what kind of existence you are. He

raised his head, and the old captain, who had faced countless treacherous horrors on the boundless sea and never wavered, seemed at a loss at this moment.

He never showed his weakness in front of anyone—except in his own In front of his wife.

Martha quietly looked at Lawrence, who was no longer young. After a long time, she smiled helplessly: “You are still the same as before. You always need my help at critical moments. “

She walked over, raised her hands, and put them on Lawrence’s shoulders with the warmth of a living person.

“You need a firm self and a clear judgment…”

Lawrence frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

“Mr. Sailor, can you please leave first?” Martha turned her head again, looking at the anomaly 077 who had been quite honest from just now, “The owner of the lost fleet will be satisfied with your cooperation.

” The mummy suddenly became excited, turned and left the bridge without saying a word.

Lawrence seemed to have realized something suddenly, and hurriedly said, “Wait…”

But the gate of the bridge was already closed.

Anomaly 077 quickly ran to the corridor outside the door, and he only vaguely heard Captain Lawrence’s last cry from inside:

“Martha——I’m over sixty this year!”

He couldn’t bear the subsequent movement listened.

After a while, there was a creaking sound of door hinges turning. Anomaly 077 shrank his neck, turned his head cautiously, and saw the female adventurer standing in front of the door with a relaxed and happy smile on her face.

Immediately afterwards, Lawrence also came out grinning. After seeing the anomaly 077 at the door, he immediately cast a warning look—then he quickly covered his head and grinned even more.

Anomaly 077 immediately withdrew his gaze, trying to reduce his sense of existence like a real corpse.

Apparently, he was beaten hard.

“Is it acceptable now?” Martha turned her head and said to Lawrence with a smile.

Lawrence held the swollen place on his head. He didn’t know why he was still beaten up by Martha in his current form, which was almost a spirit body. He only knew that such details were no longer important: “I can accept it, I can accept it…”

Drifting on the boundless sea still requires a mentality of thinking about everything.

After all, now it seems that if I can’t think about it, Martha will help me “open it”-the female adventurer’s bold temper is the same as it was many years ago, but she is already an old man over fifty years old… “Then next,

we It’s time to think about the business.” With a smile on her face, Martha leaned on the gate with her arms folded, “It’s not an option to be stuck here.”

Hearing this, Lawrence immediately calmed down the complicated thoughts in his heart, and his expression turned pale. Then it became serious: “Martha, I wanted to ask you just now, what is the state of this sea area? Do you know how to get out of here?” “…I really want to answer you, but I’m sorry

, Martha was silent for two seconds, and said apologetically, “Although I have been wandering here for many years, in the final analysis, this ship and I are just one of the many fakes trapped here, but some One thing is certain… the entire sea area is centered on the ‘Frost City-State’, if there is really a gap between the real world and the real world, it must be in Frost.” (End of this

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