Chapter two hundred and seventy-eight communication
This whisper again, what on earth is this?
These sounds would always sound in his dreams and inadvertently.
What does this sound mean?
Does it mean that the sounds in his head are not coming from colorful bubbles?
Does it mean that this sound is more distant?
Greg was silent, and the scene in front of him was completely disconnected.
The last image imprinted on this eyeball was that of Croton unbuckling his seatbelt, as if his life had passed away and everything had lost its color.
So, where did this eyeball come from, and what was the purpose of giving it to him?
Greg felt like he was thrown into the shallow sea. He couldn't breathe. He felt like his whole body was about to explode. What kind of whirlpool had I been sucked into?
The voice in his ear was still whispering, but he still couldn't understand a word. The voice was still the same, unchanged at all.
This warm and comfortable city is still so dark, quiet, and mysterious.
But behind the scenes, I don’t know how many undercurrents are surging.
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"Can he really?"
"It should be no problem. He looked directly at that thing."
"Then, accept him as a high-level dependent?"
"No, wait a moment."
"Wait a little longer..."
In the dark and quiet corner, the two figures gradually disappeared, and even the low shock waves dissipated invisible.
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"Ding——" This is a whisper from the void space.
"Ding——" This is Greg who fell into a state of sleep and wakefulness.
"Colors from the stars." The inexplicable whisper sounded again.
"Colors from the stars." Gregorian whispered meaninglessly following the strange ups and downs of the sound.
But as he repeated the pronunciation, the syllables and information of the words moved closer to his body like a hazy mist.
Horror, great horror!
Greg shuddered, and Kronsten's blood trembled uncontrollably. It seemed that some absolutely forbidden existence had awakened, playing games between his mind and body.
However, he seemed to have made a bad start. He couldn't stop and didn't want to stop. The curiosity and struggle from the bottom of his heart made him want to see what the sound meant.
"What is bred in the colorful light is not hope and life. Darkness and worms will bear fruit in the shadows." Greg's voice did not sound like the body shaking the water, nor did it sound like a conversation between souls, but more like a conversation.
An analog sound.
It simulates the emptiness, the boundlessness, and the weird and terrifying roaring sound.
At the same time, he also understood and saw that in the gray mist, countless inexplicable symbols were flickering and twisting, releasing a large amount of information, and together they created an illusion that seemed like a dream or reality.
The colorful bubbles of light flew through countless terrifying scenes that were frightening and suffocating. Although it was dark and quiet, there was no suitable water pressure for Kewanston to survive.
Greg watched it, watching it fly towards one of the planets, then fall deeply and take root in it.
Then, the colorful light twisted, and the swimming fish turned into a brain and turned into kelp. The kelp drifting with the current turned into the shape of a fish.
Those who are alive, dead, or in the middle all distort their appearance, those who should bloom bear fruit, those who should shine turn off their lights, and those who should quietly stand up and hold a lamp.
They are dark, they are deep, they have different shapes, they are like a group of monsters.
"Eternity will die, and death is eternal life..."
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What did I see?
Who saw me again?
On the dark seabed, a dark figure came from the darkness and went into the darkness.
In the direction he was heading, the seabed rose layer by layer, rising evenly in a staircase shape.
Almost there, the dark figure looked in that direction. In the shadow, there was a tall figure standing motionless for almost eternity.
As it approached, the tall fish-humanoid creature stopped, and the darkness told him everything in front of him.
Just like living beings accustomed to light will receive messages from light, they will also receive all messages from darkness in darkness.
The darkness is their eyes, the shadow is their sight, and in the direction their eyes look, only darkness is eternal.
Greg's eyes were flickering with dark colors, as if some strange images were flashing before his eyes in the form of hallucinations.
A figure of colorful light seemed to have stopped here, and then, what did it take away?
In the blink of an eye, everything that was illusory and almost real dissipated, leaving only a tall shadow cast in Greg's heart, leaving an unexplorable shadow area.
The tall Kwansten stretched out his hand, as if to confirm whether his arm still belonged to him.
If he keeps his thoughts together but his arms don't move at all, then he has reached the end.
Time, give him some more time, and he will try to figure it all out.
Whether it's the arm that has a strange incident, the colorful bubbles, or the weird sounds, he will work hard to understand it all.
Under the strange whispering sound, he always felt that he heard a second voice.
That voice was telling him to give up. The more he knew, the scarier and more frightening it would be, and some weird things would happen that were beyond his comprehension.
But, can he give up?
Greg opened the door, and an inexplicable coldness hit him, making him shiver.
It seems that nothing is left in the messy space, not even life is left here.
Things here are weird, but I can't tell what's weird.
The lone Croton was swimming in the fallen cabin. He had to hurry up. He couldn't stay in the middle zone for too long. If it was too long, he would be affected.
There was nothing in the messy cabin, just like before.
However, Greg always felt that it was not that simple.
He walked towards the cockpit and looked at the outside world through the empty window. It seemed that the colorful bubbles still existed.
It came from the endless confusion of stars, why did it fall here?
Was it the existence of life that attracted him?
Or does it really fall here with a very small chance?
He doesn't know, but he wants to know, even if the more he knows, the greater the ominousness.
The words that the inexplicable voice brought to him were still burned in his heart. Don't come here unless necessary. This was the warning given to him by that voice.
So that means, is there really something here?
Buzz——
A special communication belonging to Kronston rang, and a shadow scale on Gregor's chest emitted mental fluctuations.
who?
Who would be here to give him communications?
Greg paused, glanced at the deep darkness, and connected to the communication scale.
"Guluulu——"
"call--"
"suck--"
From the other end of the communication, there was a long breathing sound.