Captain – Chapter 687 – The Truth Comes to Light

There was no wind, yet the mist curtain parted of its own accord.

While making way for the young woman, it also revealed the profound darkness that lay beyond.

This dark sea was the heart chamber of the Drowned Captain, the center of the chaotic world. It was different from the ship’s hold, the pitch-black environment of the outside world, and even the great dreams Roy had fallen into countless times. This was a place between reality and illusion.

A true hell in the present world.

Moreover, like the gateway through which the young woman had come, it not only lacked concepts of time and space, but even the deepest law of the present world—life and death—was twisted and blurred here.

And the ownerless thoughts that emanated from this darkness every moment revealed a cold fact to the captain: no rules or destiny existed here.

It was a pure prison.

Not only devils and gods, but even the real world was blocked by the eerie mist. In a sense, once trapped here, one was equivalent to being forgotten.

Forgotten by all perceivable emotions and memories, completely abandoned by the present world.

Just like the Victoria and the withered people aboard it.

Precisely because of this, when the mist curtain dispersed, Roy already understood that once she stepped into that darkness, her connection to the world would be ruthlessly severed.

From then on, the authority that had been bestowed upon her would no longer exist, and boundless power could only lie dormant.

She could only rely on herself and the blade at her waist.

Of course, that person was the same.

However, Roy didn’t feel this situation held much disadvantage or injustice for her.

After all, the person she had to face was her father—the legend from twenty years ago who had overturned the devil’s dynasty in the Cursed Sea and pointed his blade directly at their ancestor.

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The previous generation’s golden-eyed devil, Gerard Roy.

In terms of the great power within him, his near-divine authority, he would never be inferior to her. In the end, even though she had awakened and broken from her cocoon, the time left to her was still too short.

It would be difficult to suppress such a figure; even defeating the specter had required assistance from many quarters.

Therefore, returning to a “mortal form” actually gave her more advantage.

As for how to return after stepping into the darkness, and whether their ancestor could reach into this place, the young woman felt not the slightest worry. She simply took a deep breath and stepped forward.

The reason was simple. First, she had an anchor in the present world. Just like in this dark sea, she was constantly guided by the devil’s bloodline and knew where that specter was located.

She would never be lost.

Second… if their ancestor had the ability to control this world, he couldn’t have lost that battle against the Lady and the great ones of the old world nearly a thousand years ago.

This was something beyond deceiving divine hearts and controlling rules—no one could do it.

Not even Captain Edward.

Stepping into the darkness, though she didn’t hear the death knell from the eerie ship at the connection between this chaos and the present world, the disturbing sounds of wooden planks, the shrieks of countless souls, or the grinding of broken bones, Roy was certain in an instant that this was the place.

The abyss she had been drawn into by the devil during that ice sea storm…

Was here.

But for some reason, the surrounding air was no longer humid, nor were there sounds of tides or wind, but only a persistent cold—not bone-deep, yet seeming to pierce straight into the soul.

“Plop.”

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At that moment, a slight crisp sound reached her ears.

The sound was familiar, as she had heard it not long ago, and it had even brought forth a cat’s meow.

Though she couldn’t see it, Roy knew that this world, which shouldn’t have had weather concepts, had begun to snow, with countless snowflakes falling—this was the source of the cold.

So… those ice crystals that didn’t belong to the present world, did they stem from your heart?

When we first met, that glance was so warm, full of love, but now it’s the opposite?

Thinking silently, Roy walked forward against the invisible wind and snow, heading toward that increasingly clear and approaching aura, never looking back.

Because without guessing, she knew that when she took that step, the path back was severed.

To get out, she could only seek another way.

But that was a matter for later.

She hadn’t walked long or far when the young woman stopped again, quietly gazing ahead.

Gazing at that darkness shrouded by sudden, fierce wind and snow, seeming no different from the surrounding scenery.

Because that person was there. She had arrived.

As for why it was so close, it was probably because that devil also worried that casting the “anchor” too far would cause him to be completely lost in the dark sea, where even he could no longer find his way back.

So that destination was naturally near the gate.

As if sensing the arrival of a visitor, candlelight suddenly flickered to life amid the cold wind and snow.

It was an ancient candlestick, just an ordinary object, holding a white candle of unknown age. Though snowflakes occasionally swept past, the flame atop it remained completely unmoved.

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The wind and snow were that person’s will, so naturally they wouldn’t go against him.

The candlelight gradually brightened, illuminating the nearby area, and seemed to spread endlessly, defying common sense.

Warm light scattered down, dispelling the darkness shrouding the area beneath the candlestick, so Roy could finally see clearly that the object was actually sitting on a somewhat wide armrest.

Its surface was carved with intricate patterns and reflected metallic cold light, while a hand with slender finger joints—wearing a silver ring on the ring finger—rested near the candlestick.

The candlelight continued to slowly extend.

Gradually, it drifted from the armrest to half of a throne, simultaneously revealing part of the face of the person within—features that were coldly defined but appeared softer in the warm light.

He had pale gold short hair that was somewhat more brilliant than the young woman’s, and whether it was his identical brow and eyes or his seventy-percent similar face that was equally perfect due to bloodline, all were exactly the same as the him in Roy’s memory from twenty years ago.

But this also meant that he should have been imprisoned here for more than ten years.

Not only deprived of freedom, but even time itself.

That kind of suffering was beyond words.

But if it were only this, with Roy’s current state of mind, she wouldn’t even blink an eye, wouldn’t feel the slightest sentiment—such things could wait until after everything was over.

However, when the candlelight climbed to the other side of the throne, completely revealing its true appearance—seemingly iron, seemingly wood, towering and cold like a chaotic tomb—when the current state of the person in the throne was fully displayed before her eyes, the young woman’s unconsciously clenched fists still couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

Thinking: so that’s how it is, truly as spectacular as their ancestor had said.

Because in that person’s left chest, in the most shocking tear of that captain’s uniform marked with blade wounds and stained with blood, threads of black light flickered in and out of sight.

Twisted into mist, full of death’s intent.

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In that pale mist, one could vaguely see a transparent, crystal-like dark blade handle.

It was unmistakably the Nethergate Dagger!

And on the other armrest opposite the candlestick lay a jade seal carved with coiled exotic beasts, beneath which were pressed some inconspicuous gray-white cat hairs.

Without needing to speculate, she knew the jade seal was what the prince sought, and the cat hair naturally came from Mango.

Thus, many secrets were revealed.

That black blade that had assassinated the human leader was indeed still in their ancestor’s hands. Moreover, relying on the death intent within it, he had found and activated this otherworldly domain along with the cat that was fate’s incarnation, then used it to devour countless living beings…

Finally creating such an eerie entity by force.

And the jade seal taken from that eastern majesty’s hands—pressing beneath it the medium from Mango to sever the cat’s control over it—was probably prepared to isolate the cat’s control over it.

Only, when had this preparation been made?

Perhaps from the very beginning when he utilized the Siamese cat, he had already left the most hidden backup plan.

If this were true, he was truly terrifying… and pitiful.

And just as Roy took in the entire throne and her thoughts raced, the wind and snow here suddenly froze without reason—not a feeling, but truly suspended in mid-air, even in half-broken, rotating states.

A moment later, the cold wind rose again, and snowflakes fell once more.

But the captain’s attention was no longer drawn by them or by the objects on the throne, but fell upon that person, fell upon his now-opened…

Dark gold eyes blazing like the sun.