[Comprehensive British and American] Space Patrolman Hydra

Please play the BGM of this chapter in a loop: "AChangeofClothes", byMurrayGold

How long do you think eternity is?

until the hard walls are covered with wear and tear.

Until the clean house is full of dust.

until trembling fingers grip the handle.

Until the golden light filled the room.

— the first second of eternity passed.

The silent space was broken by the sound of a machine engine activating.

It was like a hand-pulled mechanical fan made regular rustling sounds of pulling the bellows and turning the gears. After several repetitions, the golden light gradually lit up and then faded away, and Steve Rogers woke up in the transparent device.

The moment he opened his eyes, his eyes were in a daze and he didn't know how long time had passed, but they quickly turned back to clear blue.

This is where?

He still remembers the arms that circled from behind, biting Barbatos' throat, and the reason that gradually melted away... He has accepted the disappearance of himself frankly, but opened his eyes in the next second, Still have heartbeat and breathing.

He didn't die?

The blond soldier straightened up, and the transparent device automatically opened a door.He didn't go out immediately, but looked at the device carrying him with a little confusion.

This is the light wave teleporter, he has seen it in the Interstellar Federation.

So where was he teleported?On the other side of the world?Some spaceship?Or another planet?

Steve Rogers stepped out tentatively, but he didn't pay attention to the thick sand under his feet. The moment he stepped in, the dust flew up and his legs were stained with dust.

After casually slapping the dust a few times, he straightened up, and after seeing the surroundings clearly, he frowned inexplicably.

This is...Brooklyn?

This room is clearly the clinic he often goes to.

His family doctor was the God of all the poor in the neighborhood.The military doctor who retired from the front line because of disability still maintains his compassionate heart, and the fees are very low.His clinic is always packed.For this purpose, he specially prepared two long stools, a large cabinet of cheap standing medicines, and a blackboard for those who made an appointment to write their names.

Steve Rogers went to the window, looked out, and it became clear that this wasn't Brooklyn, just a similar room.

He was in a... castle-like space: a ring of high walls rising into the sky, and a thin layer of clouds below.He was at the top of the exposed part of the cloud, trying to see through the cloud below.

The blond soldier withdrew his gaze, wandered around the room, and landed on the blackboard.

There was no name written on the blackboard... This was different from what he remembered, there was only one sentence written on it.

"A box in a sealed jar, put on your earphones, and find"...

The following words were not written down.

Steve Rogers didn't act immediately, but watched the string of letters with a little wariness.

——The handwriting is very familiar.Even if it is a bit intermittent, the sharp strokes and unique round strokes are still clear.

After thinking about it for a while, he carefully opened the sealed jar next to him, and took out a brand new box from it.The blond soldier stroked the edge of the box.After a while, he still chose to follow the instruction of that sentence, opened the box, picked up the only earphone, turned on the switch, and slowly stuffed it into his ear.

"Hello?"

He spoke uncertainly, waiting for the response from the unknown being on the other side.But after waiting for a full minute, there was still no sound coming from the earphones.

No—perhaps not without sound.

The blond soldier squeezed the box tightly, his fingers deeply embedded in the shell of the box, leaving deep fingerprints.

He held his breath and whispered expectantly.

"...Hydra?"

"..."

After he collected all his voices and concentrated on listening, there was finally a faint sound of air current that was hard to detect in the silence.

It's breathing.

But the sound of breathing is really too weak... Intermittent, dissolved in the air through the earphones, almost non-existent.If it wasn't for his hearing at the pinnacle of human beings, it would be impossible to capture the sound as weak as a decayed old man struggling to inhale air for the last time.

No one who heard the sound could identify its source.But he seemed to...just feel that it was Goldilocks' breathing.

For no reason.

--How is this going?

Steve Rogers felt as if he had fallen into a huge vortex with no way out.

So did he come to a certain experience in Hydera's past?

While thinking quickly, Steve Rogers put the box for the earphones into his pocket again and again.He scanned the clinic for the last time, turned and walked towards the door, opened the door without pausing and stepped into the corridor.

The moment he saw the corridor clearly, he involuntarily opened his eyes wide.

...Who left this trace.

The blond-haired soldier walked along the long, narrow aisle, raised his hand across the uneven wall, and turned a corner along the direction of the extension of the corridor. The wall on the side of the turn was still covered with potholes and gouges. It spreads all the way to the next bend.

'When you come into this world, something else comes along...'

Steve Rogers tilted his head, silently reading the scratches on the wall.

You start your life, it starts its journey.Come to you, slowly, never stop.

No matter where you go, what path you take, it is behind you, not tight, not slow, always following.

You run fast, it walks slowly, you stop to rest, it never stops.

One day, you linger in a certain place for too long, sit too firmly, sleep too deeply, and when it is too late, you get up and prepare to leave, and you will see another shadow appearing around you.

His fingers finally reached the end of the long notch.

'...and your life will end here. '

——as well as the message on the blackboard and the nick on the metal plate, the gouges left on the wall belong to the same person.

Steve Rogers retracted his fingers from tentatively tapping the wall.

The walls are very hard, and without suitable tools or a long time, it is impossible to leave such deep marks.No matter who the person who engraved this sentence must be eager, eager, and want to pass something on to someone.

That person was trying to tell him something... at least, to warn him when he appeared here.

So……

What can follow him without stopping?

At this time, there was a dull rumbling thunder faintly behind him.

Steve Rogers trembled his fingers and turned his head slowly.

Behind him, which should have been empty, a black figure appeared at some point.

A shawl and robe made of waxed linen touch the ground, a black leather top hat with a large brim, and a beak mask covering the whole face with two ominous red glass lenses and a sharp beak extending out.Like a dark god of death, holding a hideous sickle in his hand, he approached him slowly without making a sound.

Steve Rogers couldn't help taking a step back.

"I know you."

He stepped back, staring at the monster walking towards him, feeling the coldness spreading for a long time.

"I have seen you before."

He didn't get any response, and the black shadow approached step by step, as if it was the god of death who really didn't bargain with life.

Steve Rogers picked up a metal shovel leaning against the wall and threw it at the shadow, but it penetrated his robe without any hindrance. The shovel drew a free parabola and fell to the ground behind the shadow, knocking out Crisp metal sound.

He turned and ran without hesitation.

— The farther away from that thing the better!

The intuition that had saved the blond soldier countless times screamed crazily in his head.

He ran wildly down the winding corridors.From the window, the castle is a complete circle, as long as he runs around the circle, he will be able to find the stairs——

——Almost hit the wall in the next second.

"……what?"

A circular building with a wall at the end of the corridor?

Steve Rogers gritted his teeth and bumped it a few times, his bones trembled and numb due to the reaction force, and the wall still stood still.

The monster stepped on the thunder and approached slowly.

"I always thought I knew enough about life not to be afraid..."

The blond soldier with nowhere to go back leaned against the wall, staring closely at the monster that was approaching him.The ferocious sickle had already been raised, hanging high in front of him.Feeling the violent tremor in his chest, he laughed self-deprecatingly.

"I didn't expect you to remind me that I'm actually still afraid of death."

Just when he was ready to face death, the sharp weapon waving to his chest almost stopped.

Even the muffled thunder that was always rolling disappeared.

Steve Rogers stretched his whole body into the bow stretched to the maximum, tentatively stretched out his hand and pushed the sickle, his fingers felt as if they were touching the air, but they didn't touch anything—clearly he had already felt the stinging edge of the blade.

The monster froze in place as if it had been suddenly unplugged.

What stopped him?

The blond soldier was about to stand up and walk around the monster, but he felt the vibrations coming from behind him... The ground, walls, ceiling, and the entire castle were shaking.He turned his head to look at the window next to him, and found that the circular castle was being rotated by the central shaft in the middle connected by the supporting columns.The entire castle is like a huge gear device, quickly reassembled and assembled.And behind him, where the wall used to be, also gave way to a passage.

He immediately moved away from the monster quickly, turned around and looked at the new space.

Behind the wall is another room.

Everything in this room is the same as the "clinic" just now, with a real atmosphere that someone has used.Steve Rogers stroked the dry quilt and touched the withered flowers on the table by the window.

...this was his home in Brooklyn.

"Know me, find me...then what?"

He slowly clenched his fist, crushing the dry petals in his palm.

"Take pains to arrange the room to look familiar to me. Is this a prison? Or a torture room?"

The blond soldier sneered, turned around with a handful of petals, but was attracted by the painting hanging on the fireplace.

A very, very, old painting.It is so old that the paint on the frame has faded, the painting paper has oxidized, and the colors have begun to mottle.

The person in the painting is wearing a long dress, standing in the bleak night and colorful lights, the dark green waves and golden light flow into a dreamy river of light, and the gentle and shy smile is like a dream that does not want to wake up.

Steve Rogers couldn't help being drawn closer, and reached out his hand nostalgicly to caress the evoked arc.

"……Oh, God."

He murmured softly.

"I never thought I...missed your smile so much."

It was the face that Hydera bloomed to him under the flickering light on the first date, which made him tremble.

The sound of thunder is faint, and he is always gazing into Hydera's eyes as she is gazing at him outside the painting.

"I have to admit to you... something I never said, Hydera. One thing I just remembered - you remember how vulnerable I was?

"I'm sick, thin and small, and can be blown away by a gust of wind..." He smiled, "Just a little rain will kill me. In my teens? I can't remember, but in my teens A certain Easter at the age of [-]... It was a continuous rainy day. When I went out to deliver the newspaper in the morning, I got a little rain and came home with a fever.

"That feeling sometimes feels like being in an oven, and sometimes like falling into an ice cellar. Even if I die at any second, I won't be surprised. I lie on the bed with my eyes open, listening to the noise outside the window, but I can't say a word Can't make it out for help... Probably the whole of Brooklyn except me is at the Easter celebration, and who would have noticed that a humble bean sprouts was not in the parade?

"I can not be reconciled.

"I can not be reconciled.

"I haven't done anything yet, since I was given a soul eager to stand up, why should I be matched with such a body struggling to die?

"Maybe only God knows where I got the strength to get up, climb up the window sill, leaned out and looked out under the muffled thunder that was getting louder and louder above my head...

"Know what I saw?"

Amid the approaching thunder, the blond soldier paused.

"I saw the Grim Reaper at Easter."

A beak mask, a long black robe, and a sickle in his hand are harvesting in his direction.

"Even if I found out after the fact that it was a plague doctor dressed up by an Easter reveler... I still chose to stay away from Easter.

"Thunder, plague doctor, sickle...these elements that scare me are my deepest impression of death."

Steve Rogers turned his head to look at the shadow that walked into him.

"I'm afraid of you... I never thought that even now, I'm still afraid of you.

"It's like being afraid of death."

There is only one door around.

Just behind Sombra.

He has no way out.

"But do you know? Although I am still afraid of you at the moment..."

He suddenly grabbed the low stool next to him and threw it towards the window behind him!

There was the sound of glass breaking, and the stool flew out of the castle, and a few seconds later, there was a splash in the distance below.

"But at least now, don't try to defeat me!"

Steve Rogers jumps off!

——After the stool fell, there was the sound of entering the water.

——It takes five seconds for the sound of falling from this height to reach the ears.

—in the castle he moved faster than on Earth.

So, jumping from this height, can he survive as a super soldier——

Hydra, Hydra, Hydra...

With the sound of the wind cutting into his skin, he fell straight down.

Bless me--

The heavy object smashed into the water surface, making a heavy and dull impact sound.

In the turquoise water, the blond soldier who was hit hard closed his eyes, unconscious, and slowly sank to the bottom in a dead silence.

But the sound of breathing in the earphones still didn't stop.

'Steve, I love stories that are as long as I am...'

Hydra bounced around in memory.

'You know "The Wise Little Shepherd Boy" by the Brothers Grimm? ...the Doctor once played darts with them, and in return they told him a story about eternity. '

Hydera smiled back at him.

'Steve, how long do you think eternity is? '

Steve Rogers suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the skeleton at the bottom of the lake.

The emerald lake below the castle... the entire bottom of the lake is filled with skeletons with no boundaries and no depth.

The blond soldier woke up in time before falling into the pile of skeletons. After seeing the horrific scene, he withdrew firmly and swam towards the light.

He crawled out of the lake, dripping wet, and walked back to the castle, where he found a room with a fireplace.Unlike his "bedroom" above, the fire is burning right in the fireplace here.He approached the flame, and the continuous heat immediately enveloped him.After letting out a comfortable sigh, Steve Rogers was about to continue to approach when he glanced at the clothes hanging on the chair next to him.

Light blue shirt, brown leather jacket, and Martin boots drying by the fireplace.

He was wearing the same light blue shirt, brown leather jacket, and Martin boots.

The blond soldier put his hand out of the pocket of his leather jacket, paused for a while, then slowly reached in as if he had made up his mind, grabbed something in his pocket and took it out.

It's a... brand new box with a few deep finger marks on the surface.

In the silence that was only the crackling of wood, he straightened his back soundlessly.He took off his wet clothes and put on dry clothes that had already been dried.The shirt buttons are buttoned one by one...

Even the size is exactly the same.

Steve Rogers looked down at the box that was casually placed beside him, and suddenly laughed, a brisk "poof" broke the dull air.While laughing, he put the box back into his pocket, thought for a while, and put the wet clothes on the chair one by one according to the way he laid them out when he came.

An unknown person manipulated his fear, used his memory, and built such a terrifying... prison for him?Observation house?Or is it a torture chamber?

After putting away his things, he straightened up and remembered something again. He bent down and stood up the wet shoes he had just taken off, leaning against the fireplace to dry them.

No matter where it is, no matter what the shadow chasing him is, no matter what is waiting for him ahead, no matter what problems his memory has, no matter what the people who imprison him here need him to do...even if these five Questions were intertwined and tangled in his mind.

The blond soldier came out of the warm room.

——Go forward and not retreat.

This is his code of life.

Steve Rogers continued to explore the lowest level of the castle. After passing through several empty rooms, he found a door that opened in a completely different direction from the previous ones, obviously leading to the inner side of the castle.

He opened the door and walked in, only to find a hidden dilapidated garden.

In the center of the garden, there was a pit that had just been filled, and next to it was a shovel that was exactly the same as the one he used to throw the shadow upstairs.

"I guess it's for me to dig it up with a shovel?"

The blond soldier smiled and knocked on the earphones, pretending to listen carefully to some opinions, and quietly listened to the faint breathing for a while, as if he wanted to draw the determination to dig out the truth from the vague but always present breathing.

"Since you have said so, then dig."

There was always no answer, he still exhaled, and with Hydera's pulse, he inserted the shovel in his hand deeply into the ground.

From day to dusk, from warmth to cold, from the garden to the bottom of the hole, the filled pit was too deep, Steve Rogers was covered in mud, and the shovel in his hand finally hit a hard object that was obviously not mud.

He squatted down, brushed off the dirt on the surface with his hands, and saw a touch of gold in the dim yellow light.

Layers of densely packed gears, tightly meshed, sealed under the light golden protective layer, like the core driving the bottom of the castle.He tapped it with a shovel, felt the heavy feeling coming from it, and gave up the idea of ​​breaking it. Instead, he tried to sweep away the surrounding soil, his fingers groping for weak seams.

— touched it.

Uneven places.

The blond soldier cleaned away all the surrounding soil, and found that the seam he thought was actually a sentence engraved on this shell.

"Findroom13."

Find NO.13 room.

The "clinic" was number 45, the "home" was number 26, the room with the burning fireplace was number 39... He frowned.

The arrangement of the rooms seems to be out of order, where will the NO.13 room be?

The sky was getting darker and darker, and Steve Rogers was sitting in the pit, staring at the short line of words, leaning against the soil layer a little tiredly, quietly sorting out everything that happened from waking up to now.

—It was completely dark.

He should hide somewhere... rest for a while—wait.

It was getting dark so fast.

Steve Rogers looked up immediately.

The black robe hung over his head, and the sharp sickle pierced his chest. He instinctively swung out the shovel to block it, but nothing could stop him. The sharp point of the knife was about to break his chest, and he was unable to avoid it. ——

- think, think, think - what did you say before that stopped it?

...he told a secret.

No... it's not just a secret, just a secret is not enough... Except for the earphones, this whole place is designed to scare him, he is afraid of death, so he comes out of the clinic with cold medicine and equipment, So the monster that followed him was the plague doctor who represented death in his mind, so there were countless skeletons at the bottom of the lake, so everything was planned for him, and he had to approach it step by step—if he just wanted a secret , why must let him fear——

—it wants to confess.

What it wants is... a confession under fear, things that have never been revealed to others, things that are hidden deep in the heart and dare not speak out until death——

"I repent!"

He said.

The tip of the knife stopped in front of his heart.

"I confess, I'm not what you call...a brave and fearless hero, I'm also afraid, and I'm also vulnerable."

He peeled off his tightly hidden heart, grabbed those hidden innermost things, and threw them viciously to the greedy vultures.

"Not enough? You need more? Do you know why I agreed to the transformation without hesitation? Because as long as I am still that skinny and weak, I will not be able to go to the battlefield for a day! I am full of greed! I am ambitious! I I want to protect others, I want to protect my homeland, I want to change this war-torn world!

"So even if I die, I still want to fight for the chance to change, even if it's only a ten-thousandth chance! I would rather die than be imprisoned in that ridiculous body forever!

"Do you know what I'm more afraid of than death? I'm more afraid of powerlessness!"

Under his almost condensed gaze, the tip of the knife was slowly retracted.

"...I bet right."

Steve Rogers, who unscrupulously opened his heart for others to watch, relaxed and calmed his rapid breathing.Obviously at this moment he tore off his disguise and was lying in the mud in a state of embarrassment, but he still smiled like a winner.

"You like to confess, don't you?"

The castle turns again, the gear drives the axle to drive each layer to reassemble and assemble, and everything begins to change.The black shadow disappeared from above, and the blond soldier stood up and jumped out of the deep pit, watching coldly the black shadow that almost killed him slowly retreat, and was taken away from him along with the shaking castle.

The five doubts in his mind have already solved the first two.

This castle was his torture chamber, and that shadow was his torturer, who used fear to force him to confess the truth he never told anyone.

Well, it's time to tackle the next problem.

"My smart girl, where do you think room No.13 is?"

Steve Rogers sat across from Hydra's portrait, watching Goldilocks smile.Accompanied by the sound of breathing in the earphones, he tapped on the armrest with his fingers until the sound of thunder and lightning came to the door.

"57 minutes."

He looked up at the torturer, his fingers still tapping away, marking every second that passed.

Counting from the moment the castle turned, it took his torturer 57 minutes to climb from the first floor to the top floor.

Steve Rogers bypassed the shadow with a confession and sprinted downstairs.Tap the sides of your legs with your fingers as you run, counting the time in your head.

Tick, tick, tick, his life is like a countdown.

And his torturer was always with him, tracking him wherever he went.

Even with slow steps, it staggered horribly closer.

He spent half an hour searching all over the first floor, Room No. 20, Room No. [-], Room No. [-]... The room numbers were completely confused. He used the notebook he dug out and took notes on the room numbers on different floors he saw. , and then stood at the edge of the first floor, watching the black figure approaching him coldly, and ran away from the other side when it swung its sickle.

85 minutes.

It took Sombra 85 minutes to go from the top floor room at one end of the castle to the other end of the first floor.

He can fight for a maximum of 85 minutes for himself.

"85 minutes to eat, sleep, and look for room No.13... Hydera, I feel like I'm back to the most intense time of the war."

Steve Rogers sat in the lobby, laughing and talking about his recent discoveries while eating.

"Do you remember the garden I dug up? When I used my confession to make my torturer leave me, the whole castle moved, and so did the garden. When I found the garden, the one I dug up The pit has been restored... I guess you'd say someone must have filled it in! So... how do you explain the metal shovel is restored?"

Hydera on the other side of the headset responded to him with the same breathing sound.

"I'm pretty sure it's the same one I used before, but all the wear and tear from my use is gone."

The blond soldier took a mouthful of bread.

"I did a few more experiments with this, and found that if I leave a place long enough, the room I leave returns to the way I came in."

The petals he crushed, the glass he shattered, the pits he dug.

When he searched the top floor, even the wall full of words that he found before did not know when it was restored to its original state.

He intuitively felt that these words were very useful... So every time he went to the top floor, he would use the shovel on the top floor to restore the nicks bit by bit according to the memory.

"The castle will tidy itself up...it's like being in a closed time loop, and it keeps going back and forth."

This is incredible.

Perhaps he had completely disappeared at that time, and all this was just... an accident in the process of assimilation?a dream?

"I can't help but think, or maybe, I'm already in hell?"

As he spoke, he calmly drank the rest of the soup.

"That's okay, you know, I'm not afraid of such a thing as hell. Hell is a paradise for bad people, and bad people should be afraid of me."

But the question is, how long is he going to be here?

Steve Rogers gripped his spoon tightly and looked down at the bowl, which had lost its heat and cooled.

"……eternal?"

Tick, tick, tick, the countdown never stops, the shadow keeps approaching, and getting closer.

After turning again and again, he found the room where he had first come.

"Hydra, there are two things in life that people will never remember. Which two do you think they are?"

Steve Rogers opened the airtight jar and was not surprised to see that the box that should have been taken by him was now lying quietly inside, without a trace of fingerprints on the shell.

After restoring the box to its original state, he clapped his hands, walked around the clinic, and walked to the back of the light wave transmitter.Here is a place he has not checked...Because even after so many years, he is no longer the thin young man who was struggling with death at that moment, he still subconsciously rejects anything related to "sickness" and "death", so that at that time he The back is completely ignored.

"Two moments that every life goes through and nobody remembers anything about..."

He crossed the light wave transmitter and walked to the console. Following the two cables extending from the console, he noticed a skull lying in the thick dust, with two electrodes connected to the cables stuck to the frontal bones on both sides.

"No one remembers birth, and no one remembers death."

He reached out to pick up the skeleton and tore off the two electrodes on it, only to notice the traces covered by the skeleton.

"……what is this?"

Beside the skeleton, on the thick sand, a word was clearly marked.

"bird."

Confused, he stood up and searched around for items involving birds.

"What does this have to do with birds? Are there any birds here?"

Before the words fell, it seemed that some switch was activated by this code word, and a door opened on the part of the wall behind the console.Steve Rogers frowned, approached the door and looked up, the spiral steps went straight up, leading to an unknown space.

...This should be the highest level.

The blond soldier cautiously walked up the corridor, and when he reached the last step, he suddenly realized.

He reached the top terrace of the castle.

It was already night now, he glanced at the dark sky and lowered his eyes, scanning the entire castle below with the faint yellow light from every window of the castle.Here, he can see the lake inside the castle, and the boundless ocean outside the castle.

"I seem to be missing something."

Steve Rogers put the skeleton in his hand on the edge of the wall, leaned against the wall and stared at the empty sky, and said to the slight breathing sound in the earphone.

"I've left out one very important thing...Hydra...Hydra...my clever girl...give me a hint..."

He turned his head and looked directly at the narrow corridor hidden on the other side of the rooftop.

As if destined, he stood up straight away from the wall, without moving his eyes for a moment, and walked towards the entrance that attracted him.

He entered the entrance, and descended the spiral staircase, which led to a closed door with the inscription:

Thirteen.

- The third problem is solved.

Steve Rogers couldn't help but retreated, escaped from room No.13 at almost running speed, and ran back to the rooftop.

"No no no—this is a bait, this is a trap...!"

Inexplicable panic oppressed his heart, and the suffocation of being overtaken by something tightened his throat. The blond soldier clasped his arms and walked back and forth on the rooftop like a trapped animal.

"It's a game, I'm literally walking along the breadcrumbs - Room No. 13 is right next to the clinic! Next to it! Someone's telling me where I begin is where I end! I have to Keep playing, because everyone who participated in this game before is dead! I don’t know which link died in the middle!”

He stared at the skeleton he had placed along the wall like a scourge.

"Hydra, Hydra, I can't go on like this, I need a hint... What am I missing?"

He grabbed the edge of the wall, looked up to the sky, and asked his lover on the other side of the headset for help.

"You see it's like the universe—the one with no stars at all—"

and many more.

"... no stars?"

Steve Rogers' eyes gradually widened.

There is nothing above the night sky.

It is not accurate to say that the sky is pitch black, it is clearly nothingness, not even the light can reflect half of it.It seems that everything close to the sky is swallowed, absorbed, constantly collapsed, diluted, distorted, and lost... Even the vision will tremble and blur when trying to see clearly, blurred and flattened, deprived of perceived colors, and blinded received light .

A piece of pure nothingness appears in the eye.

"...Hydra?"

He took off the earphones and held his breath. He couldn't hear any other sounds above the ground and under the sky. He was afraid of disturbing him and even forgot everything around him, so he just listened intently.

Listen to the faint tide.

"Hydra...is that you?"

There was no response, only the sound of the ebb and flow of the tide in the distance.But Steve Rogers, like a tired bird returning to its nest... relaxed his tense body, showing a shocked but extremely relieved expression.

He has been to the first floor.

He leaned against the window and watched the sea outside.

This sea area is completely dead, not even flowing.

Where is the tide coming from?

The blond-haired soldier stared at the sky, his eyes gradually becoming moist because he hadn't blinked for a long time.

The tide clearly came from the sky... It was clearly Hydera's breathing.

He just listened to the ups and downs of life with peace of mind and greed, and he still didn't care when the thunder was approaching.

"Hydra...it's all about her, isn't it?"

Blade stopped behind him.

"You stopped, which means I was right.

"The castle on the sea, the strange room, the arranged game... I knew it was all about Hydra. I could feel it."

Steve Rogers didn't look back, but focused on feeling Hydra's life.This piece of nothingness, this breath, means that everything he did had good results, and his lover really escaped the pursuit of death and survived.He could feel her vivid life, as beautiful as her loving eyes, so beautiful that his bones were aching for this eternal beauty.

He firmly remembered her now with his ears and eyes.

"I stand here, tortured with fear, because of her.

"Want to know my take on this?"

Steve Rogers reluctantly withdrew his gaze and looked at the black figure in front of him.

"I repent."

He speaks the truth.

"I'm scared."

The shadow slowly retreated, and the castle began to turn again.The skeleton placed on the edge of the wall fell from the roof of the building and fell into the water during the bumps, mixing with countless skeletons at the bottom of the water.And Steve Rogers walked into the entrance that didn't turn around with the castle, and walked back to the door of room No.13.

This time, he opened the door.

The corridor in door No.13 no longer has any side corridors, nor does it have any turns, but leads straight into a blur of light.The blond soldier walked towards the end, his fingers on the sides of his legs were still tapping.

Tick, tick, tick, the countdown is getting shorter and shorter.

He finally came to the front of the light, staring at the bright wall in front of him.

"The last level of the game... what else is it?