Captain – Chapter 695 – The Reason for Departure, The Leaving Gray Cat

There are many things in the world that are difficult to reverse.

Like shattered emotions, or profound rules, or the greatest matter of life and death in the mortal world.

But that’s only difficult. Looking across boundless time, there are still broken mirrors that can be made whole again, and even those who are lost in hell and already dead can be brought back by the gods making exceptions.

From this perspective, except for matters that transcend rules, like reversing time, nothing is impossible.

As long as you stand high enough, with authority weighty enough.

But there are also some things that even the highest among the gods, that God King, cannot accomplish, because they are not recorded in the rules but only relate to fate.

Those living beings trapped in chaos and embedded in the ghost ship are in such a predicament.

The irresistible death intent contained in the black blade, colliding with the merciless will of fate’s incarnation, actually created an otherworld that deviated from rules and spoke not of life and death.

It even attracted the great mist called “forgetting,” completely isolating that otherworld from the world.

And those betrayed ones, those tragic lives that were hunted, along with their bodies and souls, were all abandoned within it, eternally able only to drift and bob in the dark sea.

Without the slightest possibility of release, and some of them even became entangled and fused…

Giving birth to immortal monsters that could enter the world.

This was the origin of the Drowned Captain, and also the reason it would never truly perish. As long as that otherworld still existed, it would eventually crawl back one day.

And this current state, saving the living beings upon it, and the separation and tragic situation being pushed toward fate in that dark sea—even those who knew the truth could only watch coldly.

Even gods, even the greatest person in history, even the devil himself…

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Were all powerless to reverse it.

But nothing in the world is absolute. Even a door without a key cannot be without cracks. This seemingly unsolvable deadlock was the same.

Or rather, that single turning point was actually the key to this situation…

Where the devil’s true heart truly lay.

Countless miles away from the ring island, with mist lingering like a still painting in the sky, still falling with rain that seemed like it would never stop, in the storm center occasionally illuminated by lightning, stood that unnamed island. Deep on the island stood a throne.

The Pirate King sat upon it.

But unlike usual days, today his attire was no longer so casual.

He no longer dressed like a gracious, declining old nobleman, but wore an extremely magnificent black cloak with golden patterns, and on his head was that tricorn hat symbolizing his status.

On his face illuminated by blazing light, no emotions could be seen, only a sheet of indifference.

Such a figure seemed to match what legends described—one who would massacre myriad spirits and exterminate alien races at will, an already inhuman image. This was the true face beneath countless masks.

The real devil wandering the world.

But…

In the depths of his seemingly waveless pupils, a trace of complex meaning still lurked. After enduring these long years until now, those who could make him show a bit of genuine emotion…

Were only two sparse “people.”

Not so-called close friends, trusted subordinates, or even the descendants he seemed to invest emotion in.

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Only that lover who had loved passionately but refused to follow him into eternal life and now slept forever, and that cat standing at the edge of the ghost ship, silently watching him.

It had guided him through countless hardships and dangers, like a teacher and even more like family…

But equally, it was also the sword hanging over his head.

So this time—no, he couldn’t even remember how long ago it was that he had made some arrangements out of worry for its departure and “betrayal.”

Just as he had buried a poisonous snake for that Lady, he had prepared two ships for the cat.

One ship was loaded with memories, meant to keep it, while the other… was also memories, memories composed of “old friends,” meant to…

“Go, Mango. Don’t come back anymore.”

Feeling the unhidden meaning in the Siamese cat’s gaze and posture from thousands of miles away, the devil was silent for a long time, finally murmuring to himself in a low voice.

Yes, the second ship was meant to force it to leave.

Since that day on the Satin couldn’t win back your heart, then please leave for the sake of the old friends on the Drowned Captain, for the sake of the child you’ve newly chosen.

Don’t come back anymore. Don’t come to see me again.

After speaking, as if weary, the devil lowered his eyelids slightly, no longer looking in that direction. Even when the cat flew down to the bone sea and stepped onto the isolated island, he never raised his eyes again.

Knowing that this multiple choice question he had posed to that girl would ultimately be answered by it.

And there would only be one answer.

Then go. Go reverse the fate that arose because of you, save the people you can’t let go of, give them true release or at least a less sorrowful ending.

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Rather than returning everything to me, rather than fighting so unsightly, Mango.

At this moment, the king of the old world suddenly felt somewhat desolate.

Like someone who had lost the cat that had grown up with him.

The ghost ship’s cabin remained dark and silent.

The cat’s paws falling on the ground didn’t stir up any sound. The Siamese cat continued downward.

In fact, before the devil spoke, it had already turned and leaped down from the ghost ship’s edge, heading toward that chaos, so it hadn’t heard that person’s words.

The soliloquy was truly a soliloquy. Whether he was worried this would change something was unknown.

Worried that hearing these words and understanding his thoughts, the cat would stop coldly out of concern for the girl’s life and death, preferring to destroy this ship rather than continue forward.

If so, it would indeed be rather tragic.

Not knowing how long it had walked in the darkness, the cat finally reached the bottom of the ship’s cabin, stopping before a door. It naturally saw that young man sitting quietly in wait, somewhat lost in thought.

In a sense, this ship was its domain. As long as it didn’t want to be found, no one could discover it, even if it walked right past the young man.

But thinking of the rather pleasant journey they had experienced together in that great dream, the cat thought for a moment, then raised its head and called softly to the young man who was supporting his chin.

“Meow.”

So Caine, who was guessing about the situation in the dark sea, was slightly startled and suddenly came to his senses. After turning his eyes and identifying the source of the call, he relaxed again.

“Mango, how did you get here?”

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“Looking” at the cat lowering its head to lick its front paw in the darkness, Caine asked with a bitter smile and slight bewilderment. His hand that had instinctively moved to his curved blade slowly withdrew.

“Meow.”

Hearing this, the cat put down its paw, looked at the chaos-colored vortex, and called out low again.

Saying it was nothing, just came to take a look.

The young man trusted it greatly and naturally didn’t suspect anything, only shaking his head and gently stroking it, thinking to himself that though it said it didn’t care anymore, its heart was still very warm.

Perhaps wanting to compensate for something, or perhaps through Caine reminiscing about the brief but comfortable time traveling together with them, the cat allowed him to stroke it.

Just as if it really had only come to look, and incidentally keep him company.

But ultimately, one’s heart was hard to change, and it would always have to go.

Soon, the cat shook its body, indicating for him not to pet it anymore. The faint reluctance in its eyes also disappeared, and it called out lightly, saying it wanted to go down and take a look.

To this, the young man responded, naturally having no objection.

Although the captain had said this passage was very dangerous, it probably wasn’t much for the cat.

But when the cat leaped down lightly and looked back at him before disappearing into that chaos, Caine finally realized this trip had other hidden meanings, but it was too late to stop it.

Because those blue eyes had never been so warm, as if they were filled with old times.

As if they were saying farewell, perhaps never to meet again.