Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 843 A Well-Thoughted Alternative
Duncan stared for a long time at the cube floating at the end of the Black Sun's tentacles, staring at the information on its surface that seemed to have been conveyed to him with great effort.

He imagined, imagined how and through what process this tiny cube of metal was brought into this world - into this era.

This is a letter, a letter sent from the New World to the Old World, but all the information that could prove this has been erased by some force. Its maker may have tried countless ways to ensure that this cube can "show its origins", but it seems that all efforts in this regard have been unsuccessful - but failure does not mean meaninglessness.

Its appearance itself is an interpretation. Although this interpretation seems to be just Black Sun's extremely bold guess, at this moment, Duncan is extremely willing to believe that this guess is the only correct answer.

And in this silence, the low and layered tremors of the black sun finally broke the silence: "The manufacturing process and operation of this cube are beyond my understanding - beyond any knowledge system that exists in any city-state now or in the past, and beyond the technology that I know of in any world before the Great Annihilation.

"On the other hand, if we consider it from the perspective of 'purpose', I can't find any reason for anyone to create and place this cube in the Creation of the World - not to mention that even with the power of the ancient kings, they can't send things into the Creation of the World, so the only explanation I can think of is that this cube comes from a world and era that I cannot understand.

“I know all the history of this asylum—the only thing I don’t know is its future.

"The future of the 'new world'."

The brilliant and false corona at the edge of the black sun slowly expanded, and its tentacles, burned by flames, stretched out in the sea of ​​fire and then slowly curled up.

Its tentacle, which spanned a long distance and extended to the entrance of the mansion, always stayed steadily in front of Duncan, as if holding some kind of treasure, carefully lifting the small, unprepossessing metal cube.

"Fire Usurper, this letter has no recipient. Someone or some people in the New World tried their best to send it to this era, but they have no way to ensure that this cube can be accurately delivered to someone... But I have a feeling that it is for you."

Duncan could not describe his feelings at the moment. He looked at the symbols and patterns on the surface of the cube. Although all the words were blurred and confusing, he still understood part of the information conveyed by this "letter" -

The human body (self), patterns, mathematics, children's doodles, and stars.

"They live in a rational and stable world... They can see the stars," Duncan murmured softly, as if talking to himself, "They live in safety and..."

"Moreover, they have developed to a very high stage," Black Sun said slowly. "The manufacturing technology used to make this cube is incredible, and the means used to deliver it 'here' are even more incredible. It is something that has never appeared in any so-called 'blueprint'."

Duncan didn't speak for a while. Alice, who was standing next to him, blinked curiously. Miss Doll looked at the black sun in the distance, and then at the cube not far away. Although she didn't understand complex and profound questions like "manufacturing technology", "development stage" and "blueprint", she at least understood that this cube was a very important thing sent by someone. She finally couldn't help but break the silence out of curiosity: "Captain, who sent this 'letter'?"

Someone, or a group of people, in the new world.

This answer immediately came to Duncan's mind, but he suddenly hesitated when he said it out loud. He pondered for a long time, and finally reached out his hand towards the phantom cube with some hesitation - a cluster of star-filled flames danced on his fingertips.

The tentacles of the Black Sun instinctively retracted when the flames approached, but eventually they slowly stretched out again. At the same time, it whispered a reminder: "This is just its illusion. The real body of the cube is not here."

"I know. I just want to see if I can 'hear' or 'see' something," Duncan said. "There is no difference between the phantom and the real body to me. The mapping relationship in information is enough."

Black Sun stopped talking and just raised the cube phantom on his tentacle slightly upwards.

The flames on Duncan's fingertips merged silently into the phantom, like rain melting into water.

He did not speak, but concentrated on sensing the information that the flame conveyed to him - he felt the flame gradually fade away in the void, but even with the eyes of the "reverse singularity", he did not see anything in the depths of the flame.

There were no echoes, no "memory", and all the deep information carried by the cube seemed to have been annihilated in its passage through the Creation of the World.

Duncan waited patiently for a long time, until the last wisp of fire completely dissipated in the depths of the phantom. Nothing responded to him, and there was only emptiness in the depths of the cube.

Alice stared at the side with her eyes wide open. She didn't dare to speak a word the whole time, for fear of causing trouble. It was not until she saw the captain sighing slightly that she could not help but come forward and ask, "Did you see anything?"

"No," Duncan shook his head slightly, "I'm afraid it has all been completely eroded in the process of 'transferring'."

Alice was stunned for a moment, a look of disappointment appeared on her face: "...Oh."

Duncan was also disappointed, but he didn't say anything. He just waved his hand gently and withdrew his gaze from the metal cube.

However, just as he turned his eyes away, it was as if a faint breeze blew by, and a phantom-like light flashed across his mind. In that almost hallucinatory moment, he heard a voice that seemed to emerge directly from his memory:
"...I will try my best to see you again...I will definitely find a way to leave something behind..."

Duncan turned his head suddenly and stared at the small cube.

The sound at that moment was so illusory that he couldn't even be sure whether it was connected to the cube, or whether it was just a "memory" that suddenly popped up in his consciousness. The sound never appeared again, and it all seemed like an auditory hallucination.

But after a few seconds, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

The figure of the hunchbacked, old Cretan in a tattered white robe emerged in his mind - the old man walking with his back to the light waved goodbye to him, and stepped into the long night of the end of the world without hesitation. With almost no guidance, he went to the end of the timeline to search for the glimmer of light that could never have shone in the old world.

Crete succeeded.

He is in the new world and has sent himself a message of peace.

...and maybe it's more than just a "safe" message.

Duncan seemed to have thought of something, and slowly frowned and fell into deep thought, his expression constantly changing. Alice, who was standing by, keenly noticed the captain's change, and she couldn't help but feel a little worried. After hesitating for a long time, she couldn't help but stepped forward and tugged at Duncan's sleeve: "Captain?"

Duncan raised his head, but his face was still solemn. He casually touched the doll lady's hair and looked up at the black sun in the distance: "You just said that this cube came from the creation of the world?"

"Yes," Black Sun replied immediately, "This cube 'floated' from the depths of the World's Creation. I am absolutely sure of that."

"It sounds like you know a lot about the Creation of the World and have been keeping an eye on it," Duncan said with a serious expression. "It seems that the other 'Ancient Kings' don't know as much about it as you do."

"As you said," the terrifying and huge eyes met Duncan's gaze frankly, and the Black Sun no longer concealed anything, "I know a lot about the creation of the world, just as I know the entire Infinite Ocean... Do you remember what I said at the beginning? For a long time, I have been 'looking down' on this world..."

Hearing Black Sun's words, Duncan's expression changed slightly, and then he suddenly realized: "Wait, you mean... your real body is actually in the Creation of the World?!"

"No, I'm on the 'back' of it," Black Sun said calmly, "No one can stay 'inside' the Creation of the World, not even the so-called 'Ancient Kings'. It is a place that can devour and tear apart everything. It is the end of the world itself - but putting that aside, the Creation of the World itself... is an impeccable 'barrier'.

"It is enough to completely isolate the entire Infinite Sea from those harmful and dangerous exiles, so that those toxic and corrosive "influences" to the shelter are blocked on the other side of the barrier. On the "back" of the World Creation is the cold Land of Exile. For ten thousand years, I have been here, right above everyone's head."

The back of the world's creation!
Duncan felt his heart pounding. A fact that he had ignored before suddenly appeared before his eyes - the creation of the world actually had a "back side", and on that incredible "back side", the black sun that frightened the whole world and was regarded as the oldest and most dangerous "ancient god" in the world had been hanging high above the heads of all living beings in the world? !

After a brief moment of shock, Duncan suddenly realized something -

Why did the cube that "passed through" the Creation of the World and was sent to this era fall into the hands of the Black Sun - because in this world, the one closest to the Creation of the World is the ancient god who was "exiled" ten thousand years ago!

"Fire Usurper," At this moment, Black Sun's voice came, interrupting Duncan's thoughts, "Why are you suddenly interested in the Creation of the World?"

Duncan immediately gathered his messy thoughts, and after briefly sorting out his emotions, he looked up at the ancient "god" with a serious expression.

"I have a bold plan...it might sound a little crazy."

"Oh?" Black Sun said curiously, "Can you tell me? Is it related to the creation of the world?"

Duncan thought about it and nodded seriously: "In short, I plan to detonate it."

Black Sun fell silent instantly.

After an unknown amount of time, this twisted and indescribable "ancient god" suddenly emitted a series of strange tremors and gurgling sounds from its body, and then the chaotic sounds reorganized into a rational syllable -

"……what?"

(Of course I have to hurry up and give more praise before the book is finished... I'll recommend a few books to help you along! This time I recommend "Embers of the Sword", written by the wrestling panda, who is also a reader of mine. Here is the introduction he wrote:
Xie Xuanyi fell into the North Sea, but was unexpectedly given a second life by being watered by the [Immortal Fountain].

Witches, sword immortals, Buddhist disciples... demons are dancing wildly, the tide is coming, and it is another golden age!
His body was weak in his previous life, so in this life he used golden energy to refine his body and achieved glazed diamond bones!
If all the three hundred flying swords were broken back then, they would have been refined into an entire sword energy cave!

Milk is offered to the heaven.)
(End of this chapter)