Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 466

[Chapter 464 Hybrid]

Duncan strolled to the edge of the White Oak’s deck and looked down at the sea below.

At this moment, both the White Oak and the Lost Country have withdrawn from the spirit world. On the normal calm blue sea, the water around the White Oak is as clear as a mirror, while the Black Oak shrouded in fog and darkness is reflected like a shadow on the surface. In the water, in the depths of the dark shadow of the ship, faint lights lit up.

It took a long time before Duncan looked back at the sea, and said softly with a trace of exclamation: “Interesting phenomenon, Lawrence, you have experienced an incredible adventure.” “It is indeed… incredible,” Lawrence stood aside,

respectfully He replied with a cautious attitude, “I have lived in this sea for decades, and I have seen many unimaginable things, but this experience of Frost is still far beyond the past, but anyway, I brought Martha All the adventures are worth it.”

“Your wife, Martha—what is she like now? How are the two ships under your respective control connected?” “

She and her The Black Oak is now the shadow of the White Oak,” Lawrence replied honestly, “As you can see, she is on the reflected ship, but the Black Oak can also be phantom when the situation requires it. enter the real world in the form of the White Oak, or have the two ships reversed in light and shadow, in which case we can sail deep in the spirit world, avoiding the obstacles of the real world–while passing through the frost We did this once in the outskirts of the war zone, and it worked out pretty well.”

“Did your wife tell you this? I mean, these… techniques.”

“Yes,” Lawrence nodded, “Martha After wandering in the mirrored space under the frosty sea for more than ten years, she knows many things, and in the previous actions, she was our guide.” Duncan didn’t speak for a while,

just quietly looked at the piece below Reflection, after a long time, he suddenly broke the silence: “Can I have a chat with her alone?”

Lawrence was stunned for a moment, with a hint of surprise on his face, followed by nervousness and hesitation: “This… May I ask you…” “Don’t worry,

I just need to know each of my subordinates. The Black Oak is indeed a bit weird, but On this sea, there is no ship that is more weird than the Lost Home, and I am very tolerant in this regard—provided that the Black Oak can’t have secrets.” Lawrence was a little relieved, although

still He hesitated, but he still nodded: “Okay, I’ll arrange it and talk to Martha by the way.”

Duncan nodded slightly, then turned his head and glanced not far away.

Alice and the “sailor” were squatting on the deck over there, and the two “people” were enthusiastically playing with a small wooden stick that they caught from nowhere. ——Alice

thinks no, because she can’t see the thread on the worm’s body, “sailor” insists that there is, because he heard that there will be worms in Bartok’s garden, and he even thinks there will be ones as big as worms The “little gatekeeper” who is responsible for bringing the souls of dead mosquitoes to the resting place in the summer, and going to bite those buried in June and July… Both “people” were stupefied by each

other .

This scene is like two mentally retarded people.

If you look at it more than once, you will feel that your brain is being polluted.

Duncan silently watched the undisturbed scene on the deck, and Lawrence next to him also watched silently. After a long time, Duncan shook his head: “Let them play.” “…I think so, too

. It’s better than continuing to hang on the flagpole and howl.”

…

Soon, Lawrence ordered someone to prepare a room on the White Oak where no one would be disturbed, and set up a huge mirror in the room.

After the irrelevant personnel left, Duncan turned around and stared quietly at the one-person-high mirror.

“I want to talk to you,” he said to the mirror.

In the next second, the mirror surface became pitch black, as if a thick ink-like fluid suddenly covered the entire mirror surface, and in the depths of the darkness, a group of expanding and contracting shadows gradually formed an outline.

A woman in a white shirt, brown vest, and trousers stepped out of the shrinking shadows.

“I heard from Lawrence that you need to talk to me alone,” the lady came to the mirror and calmly responded to Duncan’s gaze, “It seems…you noticed it.” “There are too many impurities,

repeat The overlapping shadows obscured details that did not belong to the Black Oak, but it was not enough to hide my fire,” Duncan said slowly, and then reached out and grabbed a chair from the side. He sat on it and looked at the fire in the mirror. That figure—and the huge darkness behind that figure, entangled like some kind of phantom curtain, “How much is ‘Martha’?” “…less than one

thousandth.”

“One thousandth, a very small number,” Duncan stared at the other party, and the huge and chaotic “hybrid body” also met his gaze calmly, “Even so, you still pretend to be Martha, and it seems…you are really right about this.” The ‘self-identification’ of identity.”

“Because ‘Martha’ is the only complete personality,” replied the “female adventurer” in the mirror, “without personality support, memories are pale books, and it is not enough to read them In order to form the ‘self’, the vast and unexamined memory has been reorganized countless times in the blind and disorderly. Finally, I think that ‘Martha’ is the only ‘representative’ who can manage all this – I need to be Martha, Martha needs to Existence.”

“So, you’re a hybrid, you’ve mixed far more than you’ve told Lawrence, and a fair amount of the mind that’s fallen into that ocean over the past fifty years has flowed into you ‘inside’, Or to put it another way…you devoured those minds?”

“Swallowing… This is a very offensive statement, but I don’t think so. I have never swallowed anything, and I am not interested in the soul. It is the huge power deep in the mirror space that swallows everything, and the formation of Those “memories” of mine are just the residue left after being crushed by that huge force. The small tributaries will converge together, like dust condensed into a ball. I did not exist before those fragments, but those fragments Condensed into me—Martha, just a ghost awakened from the fragments, and belatedly assumed the role of embalmer.” “The

residue left after crushing…” Duncan frowned, “Why? Martha was not crushed?”

“Because Lawrence came to this sea,” the female adventurer in the mirror smiled, “He is favored by you, so Martha is favored by you.”

Duncan did not speak, he Falling into a long thought, after a long time, he broke the silence thoughtfully: “The world in the mirror is discontinuous…” “Yes, the

world in the mirror is discontinuous, space is discontinuous, time is discontinuous. Not continuous—the end was born before the beginning, you made Martha, and Martha is now answering your questions.”

Duncan breathed a sigh of relief.

“A huge mixture of data… This can explain why you know so many things,” he pulled the topic back, “not only because you have wandered in that mirror space for long enough, but also because you have contained Enough ‘memory’… So back to the topic at the beginning, is less than one thousandth of ‘Martha’ really enough to support your stable personality and allow you to maintain your current self-cognition forever? Yes There won’t be a day when your personality of the ‘Worshiper’ will be submerged in the vast sea of memories, will you forget your name and become a chaotic, huge, dangerous ghost?” The female adventurer raised her gaze

, With a calm expression, she seemed to muster up a lot of courage: “Like you once?”

“No, I went farther than you back then. The subspace is a deeper and darker place than the mirror world—so I was more dangerous than you at that time,” Duncan didn’t care about the other party’s bold speech, but maintained With the same calm tone as before, “So, I know better how much harm an out-of-control revenant can do—even if this revenant is a little ‘safer’ than I was before.” The female

adventurer in the mirror fell silent for a moment.

After a long time, she suddenly said: “Do you think I can be counted as ‘Martha’ now?”

Duncan thought for a few seconds.

For this huge and heterogeneous mixture, Martha is only one thousandth of it, but for the personality who recognizes herself as “Martha”, what is contained in this mixture is 100% of her.

“Who” is this huge mixture, and what kind of state will its future personality be in? No doubt it exists.

Duncan fell into a momentary hesitation, but at the moment when this hesitation just surfaced, a scene that seemed real and illusory suddenly appeared in his mind-the sea breeze was gentle and the waves were

gentle.

He stood on the surface of the water, and blue waves spread under his feet.

There are fish jumping out of the water, and in the bright sunlight, the fish swim in the surrounding air, circling leisurely.

He lowered his head and looked at his feet.

The slowly rippling water surface looks clear and transparent, but its depths seem to be shrouded in mist, making it hard to see through.

Something new jumped out of the water, cruising around him.

They are fish.

Duncan woke up suddenly and looked at the mirror in front of him.

The shadow in the mirror shrinks and squirms, as if waiting for an answer.

“…Ms. Martha,” Duncan finally broke the silence after a long time, “Welcome to the Lost Fleet.”

The turbulent darkness that was full of chaos and chaos, without any tangible outline at all, shrank suddenly, and turned into a female adventurer in a white shirt, brown vest and trousers again.

The complex shadow behind her has calmed down.

At the same time, on the deck of the White Oak, Lawrence, who was watching the puppet Alice and the mummy “sailor” poking bugs like a temporary guardian, also looked down at his body in doubt.

The green flames that were rising and spreading uncontrollably are rapidly converging, and the body that has been passively maintaining the ghost form since three days ago is also recovering rapidly, and in his perception, those that are activated from time to time for inexplicable reasons For the first time, it seemed that the “ghost fire” had truly found peace and become a controllable part of his body.

It seems that some kind of “stimulus” that caused the frequent passive activation of the spirit body fire has suddenly disappeared.

“…under control?”

Lawrence blinked and muttered to himself with some doubts.

(end of this chapter)