Captain – Chapter 368 – Mystery Fades, Only Ordinariness Remains

“Meow.”

The Siamese cat coldly called out.

It was unclear whether this was expressing dissatisfaction with Roy’s doubt or disdain for the Devil’s act of “selling out his master for glory.”

Well, in a cat’s eyes, it’s always the master, even if the person raising it is the most terrifying devil in the world.

“Yes, it’s real.”

Undisturbed by Mango’s reaction, the Devil smiled and explained: “It’s the Satin’s only permanent guest. If it doesn’t leave, its life will forever remain in today.”

This was a novel explanation.

Roy had previously made many conjectures and conclusions about this illusion aboard the Satin.

First, those people and objects, though created by illusion, were undoubtedly real, or at least within this space, they were tangible, real existences.

The pirates had consciousness and emotions, responding accordingly to what they saw.

Furthermore, the candlelight provided warmth, the liquor could be swallowed—everything that could be sensed was genuine.

Therefore, the young woman initially thought that time should be the same.

If one stayed here continuously, for decades perhaps, one might personally witness those past events that had changed the world.

Of course, life would also pass with time.

However, this conjecture was now completely overturned, because the Siamese cat was real, and because of what the Devil had said.

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“So, after today…”

After reflecting for a moment, Roy’s eyebrows rose involuntarily, looking at the Devil with considerable surprise: “Or even today, everything will start over, time will cycle, and the future will never be seen.”

“Is this… another kind of immortality you’ve created?”

Pleased with the young woman’s comprehension, the Devil gently stroked the still irritated Siamese cat, smiling and nodding: “Correct, this is the endpoint mortals can reach.”

“Even having obtained great power, I still cannot become a god. I can only glimpse a corner of the rules, seeing between humans and gods that deep, vast chasm that makes one despair.”

“They are entirely different from us.”

Without any warning, starting with the description of that realm known and reached by no one except the Devil, this conversation began.

“That difference isn’t merely manifested in power and life form, but traces back to the origin of the world’s birth and existence, beyond human cognition, beyond what science or theology can explain.”

“But if I were to put it simply, all these complex, verbose principles can be summed up in two words.”

“Not fair.”

The Devil said flatly: “Just like what you’ve experienced, the reason there’s a distinction between humans and gods is, fundamentally, that this world is unfair to us.”

“I am the earliest and only person in this world to know this point. Whenever I gaze at the starry sky, what I see isn’t beauty or mystery, but that chasm.”

“Since then, my thoughts have changed.”

Under Roy’s somewhat astonished gaze, the Devil merely moved his fingers slightly, and the entire captain’s cabin seemed to come alive.

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The hat, pendant, and navigational instruments on the wooden table all began to move on their own, separating to both sides, quickly clearing an area.

Then, from the right side of the room came crisp colliding sounds as bottles from the wine rack and crystal glasses from the wooden cabinet successively rose and gently landed before the two of them.

“The more I observed, the more I found this world devoid of interest, feeling that life spent fighting over power and land was truly laughable.”

The Devil continued speaking while lightly waving his hand.

Under the control of invisible magic, distributing glasses, opening wine, and pouring were all completed silently.

“So I decided to become a god.”

The Devil picked up the crystal glass, raising it in a gesture toward the young woman, taking a light sip before smiling and saying: “This way, I wouldn’t be constrained by mortal shackles anymore.”

“I could effortlessly eliminate the threat of Auran, could leave without worry to explore the areas beyond this sea that we don’t know, to go to that…”

“Distant shore and see.”

After speaking, accompanied by the Siamese cat’s lazy meow as if finding it all boring, the Devil concluded his narrative.

Taking a sip of the mellow wine, Roy frowned slightly, and after processing her ancestor’s account, still asked somewhat uncertainly: “Is this… the reason you did all this?”

“Correct. In fact, many people misunderstood my intentions, even Isaac.”

The Devil savored the wine, eyes slightly narrowed in enjoyment: “I have no interest in this world, don’t want to rule it, and am too lazy to deal with those scheming, intrigue-filled matters.”

“If not for the Southern Islands being formed because of me, if not for the people I care about on them, I wouldn’t even have bothered with Auran, let alone wasted a full twenty years of time.”

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Hearing this, Roy was quite surprised.

So First Mate Isaac, along with many of the world’s conjectures, had been wrong from the beginning.

Her ancestor might be nearly perfect, but he was never the luminous leader they envisioned in their hearts. From start to finish, he never thought about leading anything or controlling anything.

He was only for himself, for those he loved.

This was the Devil’s essence after stripping away disguises—simple, clear, and even somewhat ordinary.

“There are no truly selfless people in the world.”

Knowing what the young woman was thinking, the Devil said softly: “Even heroes in the eyes of the world, before making choices, will hesitate and suffer like ordinary people, even finding it difficult to decide.”

This was referring to First Mate Isaac.

This conversation wasn’t long. From the moment Roy entered the door until the Devil revealed his face, it was only about ten minutes, yet it seemed to already be approaching its end.

The Devil’s self-narration was actually an exhortation to the young woman, the key to guiding the overall situation.

But unlike Robert’s choice.

He didn’t deliberately create warmth, nor did he use blood ties and kinship as chips, sweet words as poison, as Roy had imagined. In fact, he barely mentioned them at all.

The only thing he used was that address of “child.”

He simply stated his thoughts plainly, tearing away layers of magnificent glory and the three thousand false masks in the eyes of later generations. With this, mystery faded, leaving only ordinariness.

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Because ordinariness has the least distance.

“Ancestor, you’re quite persuasive.”

After listening, Roy sighed softly, saying with some worry: “But even if I can understand and accept, how can others be willing to believe?”

The Devil made no promises, maintaining only detachment, clearly telling the young woman that he didn’t care.

Neither for this world nor for the beings upon it.

As long as she was willing to support, no, return to his side, he could let bygones be bygones, could let those who opposed him but whom she loved live on.

Like the Great Captain.

“Does it matter whether they believe or not?”

The Devil smiled indifferently: “I know your concerns, child, but in reality, those breathtaking schemes and disputes are already old news.”

“Time can dilute many things. How much of the grievances and obsessions from hundreds of years ago can still remain today?”

“Now, even the records of that period are incomplete, even entirely untraceable.”

“If not for my guidance, if not for Isaac’s presence, even you, as my descendant, would probably know nothing about that past, let alone others.”

Looking at the pensive young woman, the Devil drained his glass, exhaling with satisfaction, then leisurely invited:

“So, let us end all of this.”