Chapter 241: 'Other Side”

Chapter 241 “Other Side”

An entire continent hung inverted and gradually drifted overhead, casting a vast and gloomy shadow that obscured four-fifths of the view. The overwhelming sensation it produced was astonishing, so much so that even Duncan felt smothered in that moment, fighting the urge to look away.

But he resisted the temptation to avert his gaze and instead compelled himself to continue observing the suspended celestial fragment.

Duncan was unsure of what was happening, how he arrived here, or how to return – but it was precisely for this reason that he needed to scrutinize any unusual scenes and collect useful information.

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The floating landmass glided slowly on an inclined path, drawing nearer to the Vanished. Duncan grew anxious as he realized that the ship beneath him seemed to be moving along the edge of the “continent,” with the potential for a collision!

As the landmass approached and the stern of the Vanished was about to graze the edge of a fractured mountain, Duncan suddenly felt a quiver beneath his feet on the deck.

Soon after, he thought he heard a faint, ghostly wail emanating from somewhere, accompanied by eerie creaking and groaning sounds from various parts of the ancient ghost ship, breaking the silence of the Vanished. The next second, the massive hull beneath him began to turn slightly – narrowly avoiding a collision between the Vanished’s upper structure and the jagged mountain peak.

Astonished, Duncan observed the movement on the ship, listening as the spectral cries and creaking noises gradually faded into silence. Suddenly, he spotted something in his peripheral vision and looked up at the fractured mountain peak at the edge of the inverted continent.

It was a cliff, a jagged cliff as if violently torn apart, and a colossal humanoid creature leaning against it – “he” was nearly as tall as the mountain, with slender, pale limbs and a misshapen, swollen head. A single, large eye was set in the pockmarked face, half-open and half-closed, with an opaque liquid seeping from it, solidifying into amber-like droplets midair.

This one-eyed giant had clearly been dead for an indeterminate amount of time, but “his” remaining body still seemed to radiate an enthralling aura of power and oppression. There were no visible injuries on “him,” as if “he” had perished from exhaustion, and up to the moment of death, “his” hands were pressed against the cliff behind him, fingers deeply embedded in the rock.

The colorless black continent and the pale, one-eyed giant who died on the cliff’s edge, in this disordered, dim subspace, under the lengthy “lightning” illumination, left a deep impression on Duncan’s mind.

Eventually, the persistent flash of light started to fade – it traversed the center of the continent and gradually dissipated. In Duncan’s view, the floating landmass slowly retreated into darkness.

However, he continued to gaze upward, knowing that the continent had not entirely vanished, and its last bit of structure was leisurely floating over the Vanished. He felt as though he could hear the low rumble of the heavy and massive object slowly compressing overhead – even though he knew it was merely his imagination, the rumbling illusion still echoed in his mind, like the final lament of a dead world lingering in subspace.

Duncan finally shifted his gaze, taking in the vast chaos beyond the ship’s rail.

Occasionally, flashes of light and turbulent currents cut through the darkness. In this dark and chaotic void, those flashes and currents sporadically illuminated various shapes, ranging from large to small indescribable shadows.

Duncan took a gentle breath, glanced down at the ship beneath his feet – the Vanished, which was entirely different from the one he knew, exuding a sense of brokenness throughout.

He closed his eyes briefly, attempting to communicate with the ship, just as he had connected with the intact Vanished in the real world, in order to understand this ghost ship floating in subspace.

But in the next instant, his eyes snapped open.

He couldn’t sense the ship – it wasn’t that he couldn’t communicate, but rather that he couldn’t feel the ship’s existence at all!

The moment his perception expanded, it felt as though the ship beneath his feet had vanished, leaving no deck, mast, or cabin. He even felt as if he was adrift alone in this vast chaos, the intense feelings of emptiness and disorientation that followed disrupting his focus.

Duncan stared at the ship’s structure in disbelief, stepping on the deck as if he couldn’t accept that the ship carrying him was merely an illusion.

Duncan couldn’t help but murmur softly as he cautiously navigated the empty space, moving forward until another staircase came into view.

This staircase led to the bottom of the Vanished, a place filled with shattered fragments.

Duncan took a deep breath and stepped down, coming towards a door that appeared at the end of the staircase.

He instinctively glanced up at the door frame, remembering that a phrase had been written on this door, signifying that it was the last door to the bottom of the cabin.

Yet, there was nothing on the door frame.

No warning for future generations, no guidance for the path ahead, just an ordinary wooden door, slightly ajar, as if inviting visitors to enter.

Duncan wasn’t overly surprised, simply looking away as he gripped the burning sword in one hand and slowly pushed the door open with the other.

Beyond the door was another dim area, an old and broken cabin.

But it was intact.

Upon entering, Duncan immediately noticed the complete cabin walls surrounding him. Although worn and shabby, there were no gaps in the walls, and the scene outside the walls was invisible.

The bottom of the ship in the real dimension was fragmented, but the bottom here was still intact?

Duncan felt an odd sensation in his heart as he continued to walk forward. After a few steps, he suddenly halted.

In the dim depths of the cabin ahead, an ancient, weathered door stood in midair.

Duncan’s heart raced, and he quickly approached, the door’s appearance becoming clearer.

It was identical to the door at the bottom of the Vanished in the real dimension!

Duncan reached the door, observing at first glance that it was slightly open, revealing a small gap.

Through the gap in the door, he could vaguely see the scene on the other side.

It was a fragmented cabin, with dim lights hovering within.

Duncan abruptly turned his head, examining the place where he was standing.

An ancient, broken cabin, dim and dusty, abandoned for who knows how long – it was just like the scene he had glimpsed through the door’s gap when he first explored the bottom of the Vanished with Alice.

Duncan finally confirmed his initial suspicion:

He was on the “other side” of the door.