Captain – Chapter 746 – Right and Wrong (Part Five)

In the starlight, the young woman continued forward.

No longer accompanied by wind, rain, frost, and snow, but only by fire and the devil’s whispers.

Like temptation, like persuasion.

“Turn back. You’re not him—you still have a chance to reconsider.”

She knew the “him” the devil spoke of was First Mate Isaac.

He was saying that her pyre had just begun burning, unlike that elder who was already near the end of his lamp’s oil—unable to break through without burning everything. Her kindled flames hadn’t reached the point of no return.

As long as she was willing, she could still cut the “fuse” and safely retreat to the present world.

Though doing so would exact a terrible price and she would never again in this lifetime have a chance to walk the divine path, it was still far better than death and dissolution, with even her soul annihilated.

But Roy paid no heed to her ancestor’s words of persuasion, still walking forward with her head bowed.

So in that sea of stars, the ethereal voice of unknown origin disappeared for a time.

When it appeared again, it was no longer persuasion or temptation.

It had become negotiation—the devil’s greatest skill, and what best revealed his shamelessness.

“Let this tedious struggle end here.”

This was Edward’s opening statement.

From his voice, one could hear that he too was weary and weak, as if he hadn’t gained omnipotent authority after the starfall, but seemed to be walking the same divine path.

Roy was somewhat surprised by this, not knowing where he was, and raised her head to look ahead.

But this action seemed to be misunderstood by the devil as her having interest in negotiation, because the voice that followed was incredibly sincere, with even more generous conditions.

“Go back, child. I repent for everything I’ve done. Furthermore, I promise that once I sit upon the divine throne, I will never look back—I’ll leave your world forever.”

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“If you don’t believe me, I can take an oath.”

Knowing that the devil’s oath would be the kind that touched the soul deeply and involved life and death, the young woman didn’t scoff, but continued walking and listening in silence.

So Edward’s tone became even gentler as he added:

“Moreover, I believe, child, that from the heights you’ve reached, you surely can see this is a path of no return. Go any deeper and there truly will be no turning back.”

This was the most sincere advice, and also further explanation of his promise.

Since walking to the end was a path of no return, naturally this calamitous star couldn’t descend to the world. Combined with his willingness to swear a blood oath, as long as the young woman let go, everything would come to an end.

Following the Lady’s departure, the devil too would bid eternal farewell to their world.

She could return to her lover’s embrace, her father’s doting affection, return to that most familiar sea, and from tonight on, live a carefree and peaceful life.

Never again would anyone come to stir fate, to trouble or disturb her.

And all she needed to do was nod, then turn and leave.

Wasn’t such an ending good enough?

What more could be wanted?

But even though the devil’s words had reached this point, even though he had lowered himself so much with such earnest tone, he still received no response—Roy continued walking forward with her head down.

Aside from glancing ahead once, she hadn’t changed at all, not saying a single word.

So the devil understood and fell silent again.

Only after crossing what her ancestor had mentioned—that invisible yet truly existing boundary, beyond which even if one could still turn back to look at where they came from and see their deeply loved ones, they could never return—did Roy finally raise her face to give a response.

Responding to the question that her ancestor hadn’t voiced but surely had roared in his heart.

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Wasn’t such an ending enough?

“Of course it’s not enough.”

The young woman’s slightly upturned face was illuminated snow-white by the brilliant starlight and the dimmed yet still gentle, steady firelight, appearing sacred beyond its paper-pale whiteness.

“I haven’t yet thrust this blade into your heart, haven’t personally watched you close your eyes in remorse and despair—how could I be satisfied, how could I give up here?”

“Why should you, who committed wrongs, who deeply hurt this world and so many people, be able to wave your sleeves and brush away the past like scattered clouds?”

“Why should you be able to leave without any responsibility, even going to the destination you’ve pursued for a thousand years?”

The young woman’s weak, clear questioning voice spread like raindrops falling into the sea of stars, stirring ripples. In the end, she declared calmly but firmly: “Even if the dead can no longer speak, even if the world and the other shore don’t hold grudges…”

“I won’t allow it.”

Saying this, Roy couldn’t help but recall that “interesting story” Caine had once told her, which happened in the Death Silence Triangle during the decisive battle with the Nightmare King.

At that time, he and the Deep Sea Captain had faced each other with blades drawn, each saying a few words about “you don’t deserve it.” Of course, the final outcome proved that indeed that gloomy pirate didn’t deserve it.

Since my beloved could defeat your disciple, tonight it should naturally be my victory too.

As this thought settled, the young woman’s lips, gradually losing color, curved slightly upward in a rather smug smile. After that, she didn’t forget to add: “Because you don’t deserve it.”

No matter what, you just don’t deserve it. I just find you displeasing.

So don’t think you’ll get your way.

Long after the young woman’s words fell, from somewhere unknown came the devil’s ethereal sigh.

“Do you hate me this much?”

Though it was a question, that person clearly didn’t need an answer.

Because from Roy’s perspective, the reasons to hate him were countless and absolutely sufficient.

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Therefore, immediately after, the devil spoke again: “Very well, then as you wish. Let’s see which of us convenient ancestors and descendants can reach the finish line first.”

“Whether I can become a god, or whether you can give me that piercing chill with your blade first.”

Edward’s cold words spread, and from this point, the devil had no more intention to negotiate.

And only now did Roy vaguely understand the situation she and her ancestor were in.

They seemed to be at different starting points on this seemingly endless divine path, heading toward the same destination, and at the end of the divine path was that trace of faint light.

Whoever could touch the faint light first, or ambush there ahead of time, would be the final victor.

Clearly it was an extremely cruel confrontation, but to Roy, it also seemed strangely interesting.

Because the supremely powerful, noble ancestor who could be called the world’s ultimate, and she herself, were both in quite poor condition at this moment—one might even say they were like two seriously ill patients.

In the previous divine battle, the devil had already suffered severe injuries, with several death intents following and invading his body. Even if he could barely suppress them, they should be erupting by now.

Though her injuries were lighter, she had recklessly ignited the pyre and didn’t know how long she could last.

One of them was near death, the other was actively throwing herself toward death, both so miserable, yet still shuffling along this divine path to compete and fight for that golden apple.

Like two stubborn children fighting over candy, arguing about meaningless right and wrong.

Thinking about it was truly absurd.

But even so, neither would give up, because there was no longer a path back.

And because what they were fighting for was the future of the present world.

With negotiation fruitless, Roy continued walking with her head bowed.

But even the devil’s whispers no longer sounded, and boredom and loneliness penetrated deeper into her heart.

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She walked and walked, not knowing the end, unable to discern which direction she was actually heading. In this sea of stars, all natural laws had lost their meaning.

If not for her competing with the devil for time, even the concept of time would likely fade away.

She didn’t know how long she had walked, yet still saw no end.

The young woman was also near exhaustion—forget about great power, even her life force was about to flow away completely. Her whole body’s senses began to blur, but she still gripped the black blade tightly.

Walking and shuffling step by step.

Until a certain moment, as if even that trace of faint light that coldly watched their ridiculous efforts felt she should collapse, Roy’s next step found empty air.

As if she had been walking on level ground, but now heaven and earth suddenly flipped vertically.

So the young woman began to fall.

Not knowing whether what awaited her was the sea surface, or abyss and hell.

And all she could do was weakly raise her hand toward that faint light.

But the other shore was heartless—how could it respond?

Even Roy herself, with her remaining weak consciousness, felt this was the end.

But suddenly, someone grasped her outstretched hand.

It was a warm, strong hand with thick calluses. In the young woman’s memory, its owner had left her many years ago.

But now, it appeared again, just when she despaired.

Like a dream, like a fairy tale.

So beautiful it didn’t seem real.