Captain – Chapter 701 – Grand Redemption

The Siamese cat transformed into a sun in the dark sea, illuminating all death intent into life force, and thus that otherworld became warm memories before disappearing.

The world beyond the rules no longer existed, and that gate along with the mysterious mist called “forgetting” departed together. From this point on, all skeletons and souls were redeemed.

No longer trapped by chaos – more precisely, that purgatory of the present world had also collapsed and fallen apart.

And this also meant that the most terrifying ghost ship of legend, the Drowned Captain, had already lost its foundation of existence, and naturally had no reason not to perish.

Only that skeletal giant ship did not collapse miserably with final wails of death.

But was engulfed by the warm radiance that existed everywhere.

Long before the cat entered that otherworld and scattered as light, it had already used countless invisible threads to bind this monster tightly, still as a statue.

And at the moment it departed, these threads of fate also snapped and shattered one by one, then from every tiny break and cut surface, sacred radiance bloomed.

Incomparably warm, like the sea when all spirits were first born.

In the sea of light, though it had lost its shackles, the Drowned Captain remained very peaceful.

Upon it, the deceased and spirits who had broken free from mad instinct and gradually recovered consciousness, remembering old times, all quietly watched the scenery before them or at the horizon.

Watching the world they were about to bid farewell to, reluctant to part.

Soon, they were all engulfed by radiance, their bodies no longer remaining but their souls gaining freedom.

“Dong, dong…”

At that moment, clear bell sounds rang out, no longer a death knell, but like farewell vespers for a send-off.

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The ghost ship completely disappeared, but the radiance lingered for a long time.

In that sacred bell sound, the sea of light gradually rose up, becoming ethereal and hazy, looking just like the northern lights, only in a single pale golden color.

Similarly, it was also very much like a bright mirror connecting heaven and sea, reflecting past and present.

What appeared in the mirror was not reflections, but departing cause and effect.

What each person saw was different.

Just as those in the tower ship fleet positioned slightly to the periphery – those generals, soldiers, and the Prince and officers standing at the highest point of the central giant ship – saw their companions who had perished at the hands of the Drowned Captain over these twelve years.

The scene in the mirror, when it fell into their eyes, transformed into a vast sea.

On the sea were dozens of tower ships, identical in form to the warships they rode but varying in size, and on the ships were all old friends, each face so clear.

Though separated by dozens or nearly a hundred meters, they seemed close enough to touch.

On the central tower ship, at the highest level.

Looking at his elder brother and former subordinates who either smiled or looked serious, seeming near enough to touch their faces, the Prince gripped the ship’s railing tightly, his eyes rarely showing longing.

On the Goddess Hestia, on deck.

The returning giant dragon stood at the foremost part of the port side, gazing at the incomparably intimate giant shadow in the sea of light. After a moment it raised its head and howled long, no longer violent, but more like a farewell.

The Siren likewise stood at the front of the port side, watching the light curtain.

What met her eyes was a gentle, azure sea. Looking far into the distance there were no ship shadows, only scattered rippling sunlight and pure white reefs.

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And in the blue sea, on the reefs, or in the clear sky, her kinfolk’s figures were so clear and beautiful, as if time had instantly reversed hundreds of years.

Just like the sea… had never been stained deep by dark blue blood.

Only at this moment did the sea maiden understand where her kinfolk’s souls had truly been trapped.

And though she had long known that the devil’s promises to her were all false, that person had never intended to let her sisters gain true rest.

Even she herself had already given up.

But in the end, the fate formed by her choice, Roy’s choice… and the cat’s final tenderness, ultimately still took pity on them.

Hundreds of years of persistence finally had a result.

“Tap.”

A crystalline water drop fell, shattering on the ground. At some point the Siren had begun weeping silently, but in her eyes tinted pale gold by the warm light, there was not much sadness.

They were full of reluctance and gratitude.

The same scene played out in many places.

Even those who had no connection to that ghost ship and could not see the light curtain’s changes all felt the warmth and purity brought by that radiance.

Afterward they all thought of the same word: “redemption.”

This was indeed a grand redemption.

On the Nightmare King, at the bow.

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Richi and his companion leaned against each other by the figurehead, watching the mirror that seemed to extend to the canopy of heaven.

They had no particular connection to that ghost ship. Even Vivian, who had been cursed and lived for hundreds of years, had at most only encountered it in passing.

Naturally they saw only pale gold, and nothing else.

But feeling the warmth within, feeling the ghost ship’s demise and more hidden changes, the Blood Craver’s eyes trembled slightly. After a long while she lowered her gaze and whispered.

“Now I finally understand somewhat why the Lady insisted I follow her. Perhaps someday, Captain Roy really can break our curse.”

“Just like saving those souls.”

Hearing this, Richi, who had been somewhat lost in thought, turned to face her, giving her a confident smile and patting her shoulder: “Not perhaps, but definitely.”

“Didn’t she say so? Once everything is over, she’ll find curse-breaking media for you all, so be at ease. At least for her own people, she always keeps her word.”

Listening and thinking about the attempts Roy had made with her during those days after leaving Providence and sailing toward Storm Corner, Vivian responded quietly.

Though it differed slightly from the Lady’s view, and Roy after awakening also had no way to simply erase the evil curse on her body, at least she had given a promise.

This was indeed enough, but…

Seeing the girl somewhat distracted, knowing that she was not so much worried about Roy breaking her word as concerned that in the end, no suitable curse-breaking medium could be found, Richi turned his gaze back to the light curtain while comforting her.

“Come on, don’t overthink it. It’s not like you haven’t seen her abilities. Once she takes down Captain Edward, she’ll be the most remarkable person in the world.”

“Just finding something – how could that possibly stump her?”

“And who knows, maybe that devil’s treasury has just what we need.”

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“Wouldn’t that be killing two birds with one stone?”

The comfort and conversation on the Nightmare King continued, and the light curtain spanning between heaven and sea also became increasingly bright and dazzling as time flowed.

And those figures of former “people” also became blurred and distant, as if facing the sunlight, gradually moving away on the sea in the mirror, going to their final destination.

Finally, the mirror shattered, transforming into countless points of light that flew and scattered away.

And perhaps because those lights were too warm, during the process of the light curtain’s gradual disappearance, the mist that had lingered around the ring island and shrouded the horizon actually also faded away.

Or rather, began retreating toward the north.

The scene here naturally became easier to see clearly.

People who had been watching the mirror and now looked toward the original position of the Drowned Captain finally discovered that what remained after the radiance departed was no longer a giant ship.

But a three-masted sailing ship with specifications similar to the Nightmare King and a Western style.

At the stern, a name could faintly be seen – Ark.

And just as Wyatt, Lance, and other old hands among the pirates felt the ship’s name was familiar and fell into memory, they were interrupted by an exclamation from somewhere unknown.

And when they turned their eyes to follow the increasingly numerous shouts and pointing, they couldn’t help but be slightly stunned, then likewise felt surprise and immediately ordered their ships to approach.

Because on the deck of that sailing warship, three human figures had appeared at some point.

Naturally, it was the triumphant Roy and her group.