That was the captain of the Obsidian, Christo Babellia mass of chaotic matter that was almost unrecognizable as a human, an accumulation of imitations that had emerged from the deep sea.

He seemed to be oblivious to his own state, and his thoughts appeared somewhat disjointed.

He lacked awareness of time and had no awareness of his own bodily distortion. Yet, despite lacking vision and touch, the creature seemed unusually composed, as if he was trapped in some strange state of lethargy.

That slightly squirming, expanding, and contracting mass of biological tissue was still emitting a hoarse, low-pitched voice. Christo Babelli greeted those entering the room, inquiring about the current state of the Obsidian and what had transpired.

Upon witnessing this bizarre and frightening scene, Nina let out a muffled gasp of surprise before covering her mouth with one hand and retreating several steps back.

This scene was a bit too intense for the seventeen-year-old girl.

The Obsidian had an accident, but we still dont know the cause, Duncan replied to the Captain Christo while contemplating how to address the situation. We were just passing by.

Ah, thats unfortunate Ive been trapped here, entirely unaware of the ships status, the mass of biological tissue adhered to the door panel lamented. Is everything else okay? What about the crew and passengers? Have you found them?

No, but we havent found any bodies either. They might have already escaped, Duncan said nonchalantly. Only this room was locked, and we heard you knocking.

Ive been knocking on this door; its the only thing I can touch in the darkness, said Captain Christo. May the storm goddess Gomona bless them, as long as the others are safe

The northern city-states were under the dominion of the god of death, Bartok, but on the Boundless Sea, the storm goddesss authority was unquestionably supremecaptains would pray to the storm goddess regardless of their origin or faith.

Upon hearing the other partys prayers, Vanna and Morris frowned in unison.

How could this warped entity still correctly mention the deitys name and even pray with a lucid mind?

Duncan noticed this as well and recalled some information about the Abyss Plan he had gleaned from his earlier conversation with Tyrian.

During the Abyss Plans loss of control, the clones that surfaced from the Number Three Submersibles emerging one after another from the deep sea had no reasoning or communication abilities.

Even the earliest clone, the one that appeared most human-like, had only uttered a few indistinct murmurs!

This had been a critical piece of information from the beginning. Based on this, Tyrian had deduced that the uncontrolled supernatural phenomenon in Frosts ocean could only generate imitations devoid of reason or soul. However, despite seemingly having some cognitive impairments, this mass of warped matter before them clearly possessed normal reasoning and memory and could even communicate effectively with others.

Where had the problem arisen?

Was it because the Obsidian was not like the Number Three Submersibles, as initially suspected, a duplicate? Was it because the twisted phenomena on this ship had a different cause? Or had the out-of-control supernatural phenomenon in Frosts water undergone new changes after half a century, and the imitations it created now began to possess intelligence?

Or

Duncan quietly glanced at the Captain Christo attached to the door panel.

Or was it that the captains consciousness was genuinely inside this mass of biological tissuefor whatever reason, his soul had been inserted into this distorted imitation.

The more Duncan pondered, the more he believed this was the most plausible explanation.

Are you still there? Perhaps Duncan had been silent for too long, and Christos voice emerged from within the mass of biological tissue again. Can you help me get out of here? Or is my current situation actually quite severe? Is it serious nerve damage?

Duncan sighed.

He knew he had to tell the trutheven if it was harsh.

Countless harsh realities had always occurred on the Boundless Sea.

But just as he was about to speak, Vannas voice suddenly interrupted him from the side: Mr. Christo, your condition is indeed not good, and we cant move you right now. You may need to stay here a bit longeronce we have completed our search of the other areas, we will find a way to help you.

Duncan conveyed his question with his eyes to Vanna, who raised her hand and pointed at the wall across the room.

There was a massive hole in the wall, with a slanted passage leading to an unknown location on the other side. It was dark and menacing inside.

Duncan immediately grasped Vannas intention.

There were still too many unexplored areas on this shipbefore determining what had happened to the Obsidian, they could not be entirely sure of the status and origin of this Captain Christo.

It would be better to first stabilize this strange imitation, complete the search and investigation of the entire ship, and then consider how to handle it.

Duncan nodded gently.

Professionals are professionals, and this kind of professional sensitivity could only come from dealing with various heresies and evil spirits.

Alright I understand, Christos voice sounded disappointed and apprehensive. Ill wait here. But how long do you think youll be gone?

It might take a few hours, but well be back as soon as possible, Vanna said. Please rest assured, we wont abandon you. And although your condition is not good, there shouldnt be any issues in the short term. Just stay still, relax, and wait for a while.

Well okay, hurry back.

The writhing, expanding, and contracting mass of biological tissue quieted down.

He seemed quite anxious about his condition, but after Vanna expressed her stance, he cooperated and calmed down in an incredible manner.

Was it the captains nature? Or was it the result of his distorted cognition? Duncan couldnt tell.

Now, everyones attention was focused on the large hole in the wall at the end of the room.

A regular room would not have such a damaged hole, let alone a twisted slope hidden inside the holethis hole was clearly also the result of the distorted internal structure of the Obsidian.

Duncan crossed the topsy-turvy and chaotic room, approached the entrance of the large hole, and peered inside, only to see darkness in the depths of the cave. A passage appeared to be formed from a combination of twisted corridors and staircases that inclined downward, with occasional airflow coming from within, suggesting that there were more passages or larger spaces below.

He stepped in, and the others followed closely.

Ai, whose body was engulfed in ghost flames, once again became the teams searchlight as they moved forward. Under the illumination of the ghost flames, the already dark and gloomy corridor seemed even more bizarre.

The distortion and chaos below seem to be even more severe than above

Morris raised his head, looked at the faintly discernible top of the passage in the interlaced light and shadow, and said thoughtfully.

Above the passage, the chaotic overlapping structures could be vaguely recognized: handrails of stairs, cabin doors from unknown origins, mechanical structures, pipes and wires, and even tables and chairs.

If the upper cabins could still reveal some semblance of a normal structure, this slope leading to the depths of the Obsidian was nothing short of a jumble of everything smashed and glued together, like a chaotic, interwoven nightmare, constantly extending into the bowels of this steel beast.

It seems that the closer it is to the duplicates center, the lower the accuracy of the duplication, Vanna said, and then added, If this ship is really a duplicate like the Number Three Submersible.

When we get back, I want to talk to Tyrian, Duncan casually said ahead, He might be interested in what happened to the Obsidian.

But I think hell be scared half to death by you first, Vanna couldnt help but mutter, Ive talked to him, and I feel like he has quite a significant psychological shadow.

Duncan slowed down, looked back at Vanna.

Vanna suddenly felt a bit awkward: Did I say something wrong?

No, Duncan laughed, Im just amazed that you can finally talk to me normallythis feels right.

Vanna opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something more, but at that moment, the light emitted by Ai in front suddenly dimmed, and then the field of view in everyones eyes widened.

The passage had come to an end.

There was indeed a large open space below.

Is it a cargo hold? Morris frowned, looking at the open and dim space in front of him. He saw that the space was flat and open, incredibly neat compared to the incredibly chaotic slope they had just traversed, but he couldnt determine the spaces original purpose.

Could it be that the deepest part of this ghost ship is just an empty cavity? Nina looked around and muttered nervously, With everything piled up on the upper two levels?

No one could answer her question.

Alice looked around curiously, taking a few steps forward.

Huh?

Miss Puppet suddenly halted, emitted a brief gasp, and looked in astonishment at the ground beneath her feet while rubbing her shoes sole on the side.

I think I stepped on something! She turned her head back and innocently spoke to Duncan, Its sticky and somewhat nauseating

Sticky? Duncan furrowed his brow, promptly approached Alices side, and examined the spot where her foot had just landed.

He observed a dark, sludge-like substance, with Alices faint shoe print visible in the thick and sticky material.

However, the shoe print was vanishing quickly.

This sludge was squirming!

It was alive!