Chapter 791 The Rotten Future

In the boundless and empty chaos, the deformed and twisted sun burned quietly, and the flesh and blood under the false corona piled up into chilling "stars". It was no longer possible to see what those accumulations should have looked like before.

Black Sun, Creeping Sun Disk, Real Sun God... Behind so many names, what should it be, and what was it before?

Is it the star that was once enveloped by a Dyson sphere? Was it the civilization that built that Dyson sphere? Or "evidence" that all those things ever existed?

The Black Sun seems to be the most special "ancient god" that Duncan has come into contact with in this world. It is a huge mixture, a creation of a glorious civilization, a star that shelters the civilization, plus the civilization itself, all accumulated together , transformed into what it is today, and this may be one of the reasons why it "rots" faster than other ancient gods.

Its "essence" was falling apart from the start.

Duncan still did not agree to the ancient god's plea, because he still had concerns about this distorted star - he could feel that the Black Sun seemed to be hiding many secrets, and this seemingly "exiled" star outside the boundless sea The ancient god... seems to know a lot of information that even the four gods don't know, which is very suspicious.

However, the other party is obviously not ready to tell these secrets now, and Duncan has no intention of pursuing them. Just like Black Sun himself said - although the end is near, they still have a little time to consider, weigh, and establish Build the necessary understanding and trust.

"I can't promise you yet," Duncan said, telling the other party what he was thinking. "I still don't know you well enough, and more importantly... I'm still not very sure about the plan to reshape the world, at least I'm not sure yet. I can’t make any promises to you before.”

"It's understandable," a deep tremor came from inside Black Sun, "Then go and verify your plan and find your way... You will always come to me, I'm very confident in this."

Duncan raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything else, but he was suddenly curious: "Will you keep this 'projection' here forever? If I want to find you, I can come here?"

"It is difficult for my power to enter the inner layer of the sanctuary, and even if I force my way in, it will harm the mortal world - but here, my activities are not restricted and I don't have to worry about anything," Black Sun explained patiently, "I will leave this projection behind, and as long as you are still on the 'border', you can call me at any time... I can hear it."

Duncan nodded slightly: "Okay, I understand."

In the boundless chaos, the black sun made a slight tremor, and then became quiet. Although Duncan has not yet agreed to its request, it seems to be the result it wants now - the tentacles burned by the corona are curled up quietly. Standing, the huge one-eye drooped slightly, and one third of it was slowly wrapped in flesh and blood. This seemed to be a "resting" posture.

"It's so quiet..." Just when Duncan thought the exchange was over, he suddenly heard the misshapen sun whispering softly to himself like a dream, "It seems like I haven't felt this kind of thing for a long, long time. 'Quiet'... Even the heat of the flames seems to have become something tolerable."

Duncan was stunned for a moment, and quickly understood what the other person meant by "quiet". He looked at it with a complicated expression: "...Now you can't hear the voices praying and offering sacrifices to you."

"Yes, I can't hear them anymore, as if they never existed," Black Sun said softly, "This... should be the result I have been looking forward to."

Duncan tried to distinguish the emotion from the other person's tone. He wanted to know whether Black Sun was relaxing when he said these words, or whether he was a little sad, but in the end he couldn't tell anything from the too calm voice.

He just had more understanding and thoughts about the "corruption" of gods.

"...What will happen when 'rot' reaches the final step?" He suddenly asked, "Will you disappear? Or will you fall into a state...although you exist, you can no longer establish a 'connection' with all things?" Status? Like you said...forgotten by the world?"

"I don't know, because no ancient god has entered the final step of decay, and no one knows what will happen," Black Sun said slowly, "But it is foreseeable that the world in the sanctuary will change in this process. It keeps 'slipping'...

"A long time ago, we used our own cognition and memory to shape the 'materials' used to build shelters from the scorching ashes of the Great Annihilation. Sooner or later, the shelters built with these 'materials' There will come a time when the gods 'rotten' and fall apart - when we have forgotten everything about the old world, when we have rotted away.

"One day, the ocean will forget the appearance of waves, life will forget how to die, the fire will not remember how to burn, the wind will stop flowing, and the clouds will fall from the sky to the sea... Even the one originally built by Pilot 1 Even if the sun rises in the sky again, it will not be able to stop this process of collapse from the foundation of the world..."

Duncan listened quietly to what Black Sun said, but in his mind he recalled the palace on the Black Stone Island, and the Queen Leviathan who died quietly in the palace.

In order to prevent her "rot" from spreading to the real dimension, she imprisoned her "death" in the time stream in the palace... However, even this "imprisonment" has now come to an end.

"This sounds like an ending as bleak as the end of fire." Duncan said with a hint of emotion.

"The end of time is always bleak, just like the most brilliant stars will eventually cool down and die," Black Sun said softly, "not to mention that since the day this shelter world was born, the 'rot' of the gods has been accompanying its entire historical process. Something has been peeling off from the real dimension, and who can notice... they have disappeared."

Duncan listened silently, and his heart suddenly jumped at this moment. He noticed the last sentence the other party said: "...What does this mean?"

Black Sun was silent for a few seconds, and slowly asked: "Do you remember how many intelligent races there are in the vast sea?"

Duncan was startled when he heard this, and for some reason he felt a trance in his mind, but he still subconsciously said: "I remember there are four races..."

He suddenly stopped.

"Which four?" Black Sun asked in a low and calm voice.

Duncan did not answer. He had already understood what happened. A huge shock echoed in his heart, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

After a brief silence, Black Sun's voice remained calm: "You still remember that they existed, but you don't know who they are or what they look like. I also remember that they existed, but I can't remember what they looked like... because those who should have remembered them have forgotten them in the slow but irresistible "rot", and in the end, the world "corrected" this result... at the cost of the operating life of the shelter.

"Fire Usurper, this is what has been happening in our world. It has happened before and is still happening now. The disappearance of "Black Sun" from the eyes of the world is just an insignificant part of this repeated collapse process.

"There is nothing to be sad about. Death and oblivion have always been like this."

...

Accompanied by the creaking sound of the door hinge turning, the door leading to the outside of Alice's Mansion gradually closed, and the false but brilliant sunlight was isolated outside the door, as if it had never existed from the beginning.

On both sides of the hall, the tall and narrow glass windows seemed to be covered with a layer of black stains, and thorn-like shadows coiled around the windows, blocking the windows. Through those windows, there was no shadow of sunlight at all - as if the sunlight was just a "concept" shining on the door, and it would only appear outside the building when the door of the mansion was opened.

Duncan returned to the dim hall and stood silently in this overly quiet building for a long time before he exhaled softly.

Alice stood quietly beside him. Miss Doll looked at this side with some concern, and looked back at the direction of the door a little nervously.

She seemed to have a lot of questions in her stomach, but she didn't know what to ask specifically.

"I didn't understand what you and the 'Black Sun' were talking about," she scratched her head and said honestly, "but from your appearance... it seems that the topic is quite serious and heavy."

Duncan looked back at Miss Doll, and after a moment, his tense expression suddenly relaxed a little.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand," he smiled and reached out to touch Alice's hair, "These are all things I should consider."

"Oh," Alice nodded, but then she had a new question, "Then will you agree to the Black Sun? It's what it told you... the location of the new world or something."

Although she couldn't understand most of the communication between the captain and the Black Sun, she understood at least part of it, that is, the Black Sun seemed to have something to ask of the captain.

Duncan fell silent, and under the clear gaze of the doll lady, he thought seriously.

"I don't know yet, but I'm very interested in the evidence about the 'new world' it holds," he said slowly, "and I'm also very concerned about another thing..."

Alice tilted her head: "Another thing?"

"Black Sun, where is its real body hidden?" Duncan gently stretched out his hand and straightened Alice's head, which was tilting, "I'm getting more and more curious about it."

Alice listened with a vague understanding: "Then... are we going to find its real body?"

"No," Duncan smiled and shook his head, "That's for the future, now we have business to do."

"Business?"

Duncan's expression was subtle: "...Analysis of the route, have you forgotten?"

"Yeah, I forgot!"