"You told me so much, but what reason do I have to believe you unconditionally?"

“It doesn’t matter.”

"Why do you think that such a risky plan can be successfully implemented?"

“I don’t care.”

"Since it doesn't matter, why come to me?"

"You made a mistake. It's not that I found you, but that you found yourself."

"Me? No, I just want to get my family back."

"I know what you are thinking, but you may not understand what I am thinking."

"Oh? Then what are you thinking?"

"I want to go home."

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In the violent wind and strange waves, there are layers of peeling sea water that falls from a high place to the deep seabed, roaring among the reefs and silt, and roaring towards the unattainable mountains.

In this terrifying environment, everyone in the field heard a strange murmur, as if chanting an eternal mysterious prayer, surrounding the turbulent turmoil.

As the sea water fell, the unknown existence slowly rose from the sea water, stretching its wrinkled and broken back wings. Five asymmetric tentacles on both sides suddenly stretched out from the sea water, stirring the water surface like pounding the sea and dividing the mountains, shouting and talking non-rhythmically.

Under the terrifying black shadow, the water waves were washing away a proudly independent huge monolith. An ancient city diving deep into the sea seemed to be slowly rising from the bottom of the sea!

These ugly things living in absolute silence and vast desolation, listen to the silent sounds, look into the distance and look at the mud, the quiet world and monotonous scenery make me so scary that I feel disgusting.

The huge city makes me clear the rough carvings and inscriptions on the surface of the huge rocks far away. These inscriptions do not belong to any hieroglyphic system I know, and I have never seen them in books; most of the texts use simple symbolic symbols to represent marine life such as fish, eels, octopus, crustaceans, mollusks, whales, and a few hieroglyphics that are obviously aquatic animals unknown to the modern world, but I have seen their rotten shapes on the silt plains that rise from the sea.

The sun was burning in the air at this time, but in my opinion, the cruel sky without clouds was pitch black, just like a reflection of the dark swamp in my eyes.

For this rotten city, I only thought of a hypothesis that could illustrate my current situation: after an unprecedented volcanic movement, a seabed was carried over the sea and turned into land, which had been hidden in the unfathomable sea for countless millions of years.

From the scale beyond imagination, this city is by no means a place for human life. It is too vast and too bizarre. In addition to webbed hands and feet, amazingly thick lips, dull and unpleasant convex eyes and other unpleasant features, the creatures on the stone pillars have a distorted human outline.

A phantom appeared in front of me, as if I saw an ugly creature that was far older than human history, even before mammals returned to the ocean, and before amphibians set foot on the land, carving the idol totem in their eyes in the chaotic sea water. Unlike ordinary people, the ancient nation carved totem idols with their own imaginations, and these creatures only needed to open their eyes that could not be closed without eyelids, and tremblingly carving the image of a sleeping god beside them...

"The sunken city has risen... The stars have reached the right position... The 'Deep Sea Catastrophe' is about to wake up from sleep... The ultimate door has been opened... The indescribable footsteps are about to step out of the abyss of the universe..."

The rustling sound came from the walkie-talkie. This time the sound was extremely clear, as if the signal source was being launched not far from us.

Mr. Rhodes seemed to be a child who was awakened, slapped the surface of the phosphorescent star crystal wildly, so anxious that he seemed to want to break the barrier that protected him.

"Professor Rod, what's wrong with you!" Kate Winthrop asked.

Rhode widened his eyes and looked at the wind and waves in the distance, shouting with all his might: "He is there! There!"

In the chaotic waves, a broken sailboat has quietly approached the incarnation of the "Deep Sea Catastrophe".

Its whole body is green and its body is extremely huge, and it looks as high as a mountain. And the unmanned ship looks like a long-abandoned rag, swimming counterclockwise in a vortex of reversing current. Under the action of the stabilization anchor of reality, the decayed ship gang is stripped every second, making people worried that the broken ship will break into a pile of unrecyclable garbage in the next moment.

But this crazy spinning on the edge of human reason, extremely close to the deck of the old sailboat that came to the human nightmare, a figure was holding the rudder tightly, using two thick and powerful arms to control the direction of the sailboat breaking the waves, and letting out a stunning roar in the terrifying waves.

The ghost ship seemed to have been transformed into a living body, with its own consciousness, and with all its strength to resist the hostage of foreign invaders. However, the figure emitted a three-fold candlelight illuminating the darkness of the swagger, standing at the bow of the ship without wavering, holding the rudder plate tightly.

Even from a very far distance, we can feel a determination from this stubborn black spot that cannot be shaken by the collapse of the sky and the earth. Although he is not flesh and blood, he has a side-minded and toughness. Although he is on the verge of madness, he bursts out with reason that exceeds the limits of human beings. Everything I say is not exaggerated, because I suspect that the helm on the ship has washed away human weakness through long-term training, sublimated into the light of the soul that transcends the limits of life, burning itself resolutely and arbitrarily, illuminating every path I take.

"Mr. Rod, who is that? Why did he appear on the ghost ship?" I asked.

Mr. Rod said hoarsely: "I know why his plan is so crazy and radical... Ordinary plans and strategies hide real purpose, avoid exposing the first purpose in order to achieve his wishes. However, his plan has no such choice... He does not hide his first purpose because he does not need to change nor worry about the prediction of actions..."

"What does it mean? Why am I confused?" I asked.

Mr. Rod suddenly raised his head, his eyes gradually calming, "He told me a long time ago... I didn't believe it... From the first moment we met and the separation on the ship, he had already made it clear... He just wanted to go home like you!"

"Go home?!" The word "going home?" passed through my body like an electric current and stimulated my brain memory, "Like me? Could it be..."
Chapter completed!