Captain – Chapter 737 – Mortals Return to Mortal, Gods Become Gods Again

The moment the seal shattered and starlight descended, the girl on the nameless island, Enzo and Gerard who had forcibly broken through the devil’s great power blockade in an attempt to stop that wisp of light but to no avail, and many others who vaguely sensed something, all turned their heads back.

There had been no bells the moment before, the wind and rain were gentle, yet they seemed to see judgment itself.

They saw a black scythe that would decide life and death, destiny itself, about to fall into the devil’s hands.

About to strike toward the present world, erasing all spirits.

That trembling from the depths of their souls, that powerlessness, and that desire for pilgrimage, even those close to godhood could not suppress—or rather, their feelings were the most intense.

Because they were closest to that door.

Thus in just an instant, the legendary figures of old and the Night Curtain Captain who had returned from the abyss and confusion reached that sorrowful conclusion.

Victory and defeat were decided. The present world would fall.

Once Captain Edward ascended to godhood, it would be useless even if everyone here and all the warships pressed forward together.

Even the girl racing toward the finish line could change nothing.

Because she had awakened and emerged from her cocoon too briefly—too short for a “newborn” to grow up, even if she were willing to cast aside emotions and everything else to walk the full length of the heavenly stairs.

That door would not open for her.

This seemed to be a dead end.

One could call it misfortune, or fate’s cruel joke, or perhaps that despicable yet historically strongest person had already calculated this far.

The fine sand in the hourglass had just perfectly run out.

So what could they do now? Who could they count on to lead the present world away from its dead end?

No one had the slightest confidence.

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But whether Roy, Enzo, Gerard, or the transcendent beings and figures who sensed something, they all unanimously turned back, gazing toward the farther south.

Gazing toward that ship that had remained silent until now.

And except for the Siren and Vivian, who were looking toward the Lady as gentle and embracing as a mother, the “gazes” of everyone else fell upon that throne.

Fell upon the old man who had shouldered the responsibility of watching over the islands, even the present world itself, since his appearance.

In their eyes, that man who had always been lazy and unconcerned with worldly affairs was omnipotent, like a true god. If there was still anyone who could save everything now…

It would only be him—the last Guardian of Law, the great Captain Tiger Royell.

And indeed, this seemed to be the case.

When starlight descended from heaven and the devil’s divine status was about to be achieved, on the eve of approaching judgment, under the gazes of everyone gathering there, that old man happened to awaken.

And then spoke those words to the deity.

But what was it time for?

Was it time for the best viewing, time when he had no choice but to act…

Or was it time to leave?

The answer existed only between the one who spoke and the one who heard those words and the god. Even Victor, standing not far behind and to the side, who clearly heard those words, did not understand.

He only watched the Lady still gazing into the distance under the night, and the throne that had gained a bit more solemnity, when the young man suddenly felt very sad, as if he foresaw another parting.

The separation between those two, as well as their…

Permanent departure from the present world.

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“Yes.”

In the silence, the deity’s gentle and calm low response rang out, almost like a murmur in sleep.

Now she had lost all divine power, and if she cast aside even the world’s pity for her, she could truly be said to be no different from a mortal. It was precisely because of this that she could not see through the mist earlier.

But when night fell again, no matter the great fog, the isolated island, or the seal stretching between the starry sky and the devil could no longer hide anything. Borrowing her affinity with the Night Goddess’s grace, the Lady seemed to regain her surveillance eyes, seeing clearly every scene that followed.

Never mind the children on the battlefield—she had even foreseen the moment the seal would shatter earlier than the person beside her. Yet she did not withdraw her gaze to look toward the throne.

She still only gazed into the distance and remained silent, her seemingly ordinary pale eyes full of reluctance.

And love—the deepest love for this world that could hardly be called beautiful, for all spirits.

Until those words rang in her ears.

Only then, after a quiet moment, did she respond softly, then put away her lingering attachment and slightly turned her body.

With this gesture, her gaze naturally fell from the great fog to the person on the throne. But unlike the past, what met her eyes was no longer a lowered hat brim.

But a pair of calm, profound eyes deep as the sea.

Belonging to that last Guardian of Law.

Belonging to the youth she had personally chosen many years ago, who had walked furthest on this path and was about to reach the end. Now his eyes already held the weariness of years.

But despite this, despite how much those eyes had been changed by the long passage of time, she could still see in them the clarity belonging to that youth.

Just like the response she had received years ago when she appeared on the sea cliff in the secret place.

“You know, I’ve always been too lazy to move from my seat.”

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That voice with a hint of mischief seemed to travel through time and fall on the deity’s ears again, making her remember more. Thus, her gaze became even more gentle.

Showing pity, like a long-lived being looking at a child whose lifespan was about to end.

But the pair of eyes she was looking at was completely opposite—wild tides seemed to surge within them!

On that sea that seemed forever peaceful and calm, boundless storms suddenly arose. Light as brilliant as lightning or the blazing sun bloomed.

After reaching extreme brilliance, that light gently scattered into countless star points.

The star points arranged themselves and danced, looking as if there were a galaxy flowing within those eyes. More astonishing still, in the Lady’s pale eyes that witnessed this scene, the same starry sky was reflected, with every star in the same position.

At the same time, the sky that had only been shrouded in night but was actually still clear…

Suddenly had starlight descending.

Gently sprinkling between them, hazy as mist.

Thus Victor, standing to the side and behind with nothing special about him except for that square stone ring, truly saw the galaxy, saw it flowing between the two.

He felt the interweaving of destiny, the turning of history, and most importantly…

The transmission of power.

Magic, sorcery, divine grace—whatever the term, they all referred to the same thing. And now, that transcendent power was flowing and transmitting.

Thus the twilight grew thicker around the man. Though his appearance remained the same, he felt truly old now. Even the vitality in that imposing frame grew faint.

So faint it seemed it might drift away at any moment.

As great power departed, the pen of time that had been driven away fell upon him again.

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Death, that deepest shadow, also drew near.

And the one who received and regained great power was completely opposite.

That graceful figure in the night and cold wind, though still slender, was no longer fragile. The supreme nobility that had once left her returned amid the flowing galaxy.

Time passed like sand, quietly elapsing. In this process…

Mortals returned to mortal, gods became gods again.

Finally, that turbulent galaxy disappeared, announcing that everything had come to an end.

But starlight remained, because above the old ship in the night was a real starry sky.

The other shore smiled upon the deity.

Under the ethereal silver radiance were the god and mortal still gazing at each other, or rather…

Confronting each other.

Watching the Lady’s divine light flow, no longer ordinary, her eyes calm yet majestic and dignified despite their tranquility, the man on the throne let out a light breath, relieved yet weary.

Then, meeting the deity’s indifferent gaze, his tone became rarely cold and solemn, no longer carrying any trace of reverence: “I have completed the mission you entrusted to me, and the people who come after will realize your thousand-year wish.”

“So go, Lady.”

“Leave our world.”

Though the man on the throne had returned to mortality and seemed as weary as if he had endured nearly a hundred years of hardship, when he spoke these words, they still rang with the force of a lion’s roar.

Like an unparalleled emperor.