Captain – Chapter 593 – You Are That Person

What kind of concept was it to be a deity, or rather the representative of the Auran Goddess?

This meant that skeleton captain, when alive, must have been the most brilliant star among all the great ones of that era—quite possibly the strongest person of the old calendar.

One step away from divinity, an existence on the same level as Roy’s ancestor.

Such a figure, even having lost vitality and scattered soul, relying only on lingering thoughts and dead flesh, would not be easy to deal with. To be precise, the captain had no confidence whatsoever.

But just as the devil’s pupils blazed brightly and Roy instinctively grasped her sword, preparing for battle, a soft whisper from beside her interrupted her movement.

“Don’t.”

That voice was very ethereal and pleasant, yet clearly tinged with obvious sadness.

Despite being in the midst of an impending battle, despite the skeleton captain being less than ten meters away from her, Roy paused in slight bewilderment, then couldn’t help but turn her head.

Looking toward the ghost who had been standing quietly at her side, whose gaze hadn’t left that skeleton since entering the room. That plea had naturally come from her lips.

This was the first time she had spoken since they met.

“Click, click…”

But Roy stopping her movement didn’t mean that representative would cease. It continued approaching step by step, its footsteps becoming increasingly forceful. Even the air around it became chaotic and violent due to the flow of invisible magical power.

That was undying divine grace, radiance from the old calendar.

“Sorry, I can’t just stand here…”

Feeling the approaching, terrifying oppressive force, Roy instantly suppressed her amazement, turned her gaze back and gripped her curved blade tightly. The tremendous power within her body could no longer be suppressed.

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Fighting against this greatest one of the old era, perhaps the leader of all humanity at that time, the young woman had no—and couldn’t possibly have—confidence. But if she didn’t fight, she might very well be pierced by that rusty sword and perish before facing the giant serpent.

She couldn’t take such a great risk.

“Please trust me, just as you have done all along the way.”

But just as Roy’s words hadn’t finished and her resolve was forming, the ghost’s whisper rose again. Besides the increasingly heavy pleading tone, the sincerity within held not a trace of deception.

“Trust me, before this endpoint.”

Sensing the other’s intent and quickly reviewing the lady’s words and their journey thus far, Roy hesitated for a moment before finally releasing her weapon.

“Then, Miss Ghost, what should I do?”

In her dark golden pupils reflected the approaching skeleton and its pitch-black, hollow eye sockets. The captain calmed the great power within her body and asked with rare nervousness.

Anyone who entrusted their life entirely to another’s hands couldn’t possibly remain as relaxed as before.

Unless… that person was you.

In a flash, Roy thought of the first mate she’d once sensed but whose life or death remained unknown. Her expression softened somewhat, and her resistance to this life-or-death gamble also lessened considerably, because he had already borne fate for her.

Taken her place in stepping into that nearly certain death trap.

And now, if she wanted to know his condition and have a chance to see him again, she had to avoid—no, defeat—that relentlessly pursuing sinister spirit.

Only then could they speak of the future.

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To achieve this, she had to gain control of this magnificent giant ship, earn the loyalty of those “old crew members,” and the key to all of this…

Lay with the “person” before her eyes.

She had to gamble on this game, had to trust the ghost who had silently accompanied her all this way.

For victory, and for him.

“Please kneel on one knee.”

The ghostly girl still gazed at the skeleton, the sadness in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by complete resignation. She spoke softly, as if she had already seen what would follow.

Taking a deep breath, Roy complied.

She knelt on one knee, but kept her back straight and stubbornly raised her head.

Staring directly at the skeleton captain who had come within three meters.

“Please lower your head.”

But soon, this defiant posture could no longer be maintained due to the ghost’s words. After helplessly pursing her lips, she lowered her head and looked at those dark brown military boots.

Through her peripheral vision, Roy saw the skeleton slowly raising that rusty sword.

During this process, accompanied by soft “pattering” sounds, the rust on that broken sword rapidly fell away. Countless dents, even the irregular broken sword edge, began to have “liquid” flowing, gradually reconstructing and restoring.

Before long, that straight sword had been completely renewed, but the corresponding price was…

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The skeleton captain’s sword-holding hand had become even more “withered,” with bone joints more deeply concave and the decayed color heavier. She could even hear faint cracking sounds, as if it might break apart at any moment.

In Roy’s forcibly steadied breathing, that straight sword passed over her shoulder, then approached her neck. Under that touchable chill and extremely heavy sense of danger, all the fine hairs on her body stood on end.

Time seemed infinitely stretched, each breath seemingly taking dozens of seconds.

Finally, the blade touched the captain’s neck, but…

It didn’t stop!

In an instant, the captain’s magical power spontaneously surged, and her pupils seemed to have molten rock exploding within them. Invisible pressure came from all directions—with just one thought from her, they would blast this straight sword and that skeleton completely away.

Even try to crush them to powder.

“Don’t.”

The ghost’s ethereal voice rang out at just the right moment, like the only light in darkness, unmelted ice in raging fire, instantly bringing the captain’s mind back to reality.

The light in her pupils flickered violently for a moment, but Roy ultimately didn’t lash out.

Because of the ghost’s persuasion, and because after the sword cut her skin shallowly with blood flowing down, it no longer pressed inward, stabilizing in its original position.

“Drip, drip…”

Unlike the great deity and heaven-made sinister spirit, what flowed from the captain’s wound was not brilliant golden blood, but crimson blood symbolizing pure humanity.

Perhaps the sword stopped because of this reason?

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The blood scattered and flowed down, dripping. Very little—or rather, only one blood drop among them—trickled down the captain’s neck, climbed up along her collar to that pendant.

Dissolving onto the azure gemstone at the center of the cross.

The next moment, the captain felt dizzy and disoriented, the scene before her eyes completely changing. She seemed to be in a pale gray, boundless passage, with countless lights, shadows, and images flowing upstream along the entire passage.

Passing by her sides, above her head and beneath her feet, extremely similar to the legendary…

Uh, pre-death visions?

Shaking her head forcefully to drive this ominous thought from her mind, Roy struggled to capture those flashing images, discovering they were all her memories.

The various things she had experienced, with people and events so clear as if they were just yesterday.

If letting her shed blood was to prove she hadn’t lost her initial human heart, emotions… or at least physical form, then these flying memory images were presumably to discern where her true intentions lay.

To discern whether she was that person?

The lights and shadows around her became extremely fast, finally even becoming chaotic streams of light that could no longer be distinguished clearly. At this speed, more than ten years of time passed in the blink of an eye.

Soon, only pale gray and emptiness remained here.

But just as Roy frowned slightly, not knowing what development would come next or how long she would be trapped, footsteps and words suddenly came from behind her.

“You are undoubtedly that person, the person I was waiting for…”

“Child.”