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Chapter 464 Hybrid

Duncan strolled to the edge of the deck of the White Oak and looked down at the sea below.

At this moment, the White Oak and the Lost Home have both exited the spirit world. On the calm blue normal sea, the water around the White Oak is as clear as a mirror, while the Black Oak, shrouded in fog and darkness, is reflected like a shadow.

In the water, deep in the dim shadow of the ship, there were faint lights.

After a long time, Duncan retracted his gaze towards the sea and spoke softly with a sigh: "Interesting phenomenon, Lawrence, you have experienced an incredible adventure."

"Indeed... it's incredible," Lawrence stood aside and replied in a respectful and cautious manner, "I have been living on this sea for decades, and I have seen many incredible things, but this experience of Hanshuang

It's still far better than before, but no matter what, I brought Martha back and all the risks were worth it."

"Your wife, Martha - what is her current condition? How are the two ships that you two control connected?"

"She and her Black Oak are now the shadow of the White Oak," Lawrence replied honestly. "As you can see, she is the reflected ship, but when the situation calls for it, the Black Oak

We can also enter the real world in the form of a phantom and sail with the White Oak, or have the two ships perform light and shadow inversion. In that case, we can sail deep in the spiritual world and avoid obstacles in the real world - in

We did this once when we were passing through the war zone around the frost, and it worked very well."

"Your wife told you these? I mean, these... techniques."

"Yes," Lawrence nodded, "Martha has been wandering in the mirror space under the frosty sea for more than ten years. She knows many things. In previous actions, she was equivalent to our guide."

Duncan didn't speak for a while, just looking at the reflection below quietly. After a long time, he suddenly broke the silence: "Can I talk to her alone?"

Lawrence was startled for a moment, with a hint of surprise in his expression, followed by nervousness and hesitation: "This... may I ask you..."

"Don't worry, I just need to understand each of my subordinates. The Black Oak is indeed a bit weird, but there is no ship on this sea that is more weird than the Lost Home. I am very tolerant in this regard - premise

Yes, the Black Oak can't have secrets."

Lawrence was slightly relieved. Although he still hesitated, he still nodded: "Okay, I'll make arrangements and tell Martha by the way."

Duncan nodded slightly, then turned his head and glanced not far away.

Alice and "Sailor" were squatting on the deck over there. The two "people" were happily playing with a small insect they caught from nowhere with a small wooden stick. While playing with it, they were discussing animatedly whether the insect had a soul.

——

Alice thought there wasn't, because she couldn't see the threads on the worms. "Sailor" insisted that there were, because he heard that there were worms in Bartok's garden, and he even thought there would be ones as big as worms.

"The little gatekeeper" is responsible for taking the souls of mosquitoes who died in the world to their resting place in the summer to sting those who were buried in June and July...

Both "people" were stunned by each other.

This scene looks like two mentally retarded people.

If you look at it one more time, you will feel like your brain is being polluted.

Duncan silently watched the undisturbed scene on the deck, and Lawrence next to him also watched silently. After a long time, Duncan shook his head: "Let them play."

"...I think so. It's better than hanging on the flagpole and howling like ghosts."



Soon, Lawrence ordered someone to prepare an undisturbed room on the White Oak, and set up a huge mirror in the room.

After the irrelevant people left, Duncan turned around and quietly stared at the mirror that was as tall as one person.

"I want to talk to you," he said to the mirror.

The next second, the mirror surface became pitch black, as if a rich ink-like fluid suddenly covered the entire mirror surface, and in the depths of the darkness, a shadow that expanded and contracted gradually formed an outline.

A woman wearing a white shirt, brown vest and trousers stepped out of the shrinking shadow.

"I heard Lawrence say that you want to talk to me alone," the lady came to the mirror and calmly responded to Duncan's gaze, "It seems... you noticed."

"There are too many impurities, and the overlapping shadows obscure the details that do not belong to the Black Oak, but it is not enough to hide from my flames," Duncan said slowly, then reached out and grabbed a chair from the side, and he sat on it.

From above, looking at the figure in the mirror - and the huge darkness behind that figure, entangled like some kind of phantom curtain, "How much of 'Martha' is there?"

"...Less than one thousandth."

"One thousandth, a very small number," Duncan stared at the other party, and the huge chaotic "mixture" also faced his gaze calmly, "Even so, you still think of yourself as Martha, and you look like

...You really have a 'self-identity' for this identity."

"Because 'Martha' is the only complete personality among them," replied the "female adventurer" in the mirror. "Without personality support, memories are just pale books. Reading through them is not enough to form a 'self', which is huge and unexplainable."

My memories were reorganized countless times in blind disorder, and finally, I thought 'Martha' was the only 'representative' who could manage all this - I needed to be Martha, Martha needed to exist."

"So, you are a mixture. You are a mixture of many more things than you told Lawrence. A considerable part of the minds that fell into that sea in the past fifty years have flowed into your 'body', or in another way."

The argument...is that you swallowed those minds?"

"Swallowing... This is a very offensive term, but I don't think so. I have never swallowed anything, and I am not interested in souls. It is the huge power deep in the mirror space that swallows everything, and it forms

My 'memories' are just the residue left after being crushed by that huge force. The small tributaries will gather together, like dust condensing into a ball. I do not exist before those fragments, but those fragments.

It condensed into me - Martha, just a ghost awakened from the fragments, and belatedly took on the role of undertaker."

"The residue left after crushing..." Duncan frowned, "Why wasn't Martha crushed?"

"Because Lawrence came to this sea area," a smile appeared on the face of the female adventurer in the mirror, "He is favored by you, so Martha is also favored by you."

Duncan did not speak. He fell into long thoughts. After a long time, he broke the silence thoughtfully: "The world in the mirror is discontinuous..."

"Yes, the world in the mirror is discontinuous, space is discontinuous, and time is discontinuous - the ending was born before the beginning, you created Martha, and Martha is now answering your questions."

Duncan breathed a sigh of relief.

"A huge mixture of information... This can explain why you know so many things," he brought the topic back, "not only because you lingered in that mirror space for long enough, but also because you accommodated

Enough 'memory'... So back to the original topic, is less than one thousandth of 'Martha' really enough to support your stable personality and allow you to maintain your current self-perception forever? Yes

There won't be a day when your personality of 'Encourage' will be submerged in that vast sea of ​​memories. Will you forget your name and become a chaotic, huge and dangerous dead soul?"

The female adventurer raised her gaze. In her calm expression, she seemed to have mustered up great courage: "Like you before?"

"No, I went further than you. The subspace is a deeper and darker place than the mirror world - so I was more dangerous than you at that time." Duncan did not pay attention to the other party's bold statement, but maintained

With the same calm tone as always, "So, I understand better how much harm an out-of-control soul can cause - even if this soul is a little 'safer' than me."

The female adventurer in the mirror fell silent for a moment.

After a long time, she suddenly said: "Do you think I can be counted as 'Martha' now?"

Duncan thought for a few seconds.

For this huge and complex mixture, Martha is only one thousandth of it, but for the personality that self-identifies as "Martha", this mixture contains one hundred percent of her.

"Who" is this huge hybrid, and what state its future personality will be in, seems to be completely in a "to-be-determined" state - the probability of losing control is there, but so is its current personality and self-perception.

There is no doubt that it exists.

Duncan hesitated for a brief moment, but at the moment when this hesitation appeared, a scene that seemed both real and illusory suddenly appeared in his mind——

The sea breeze is gentle and the waves are gentle.

He stood on the water, with blue waves spreading beneath his feet.

A fish jumped out of the water. Under the bright sunshine, the fish swam in the surrounding air, leisurely.

He lowered his head and looked at his feet.

The slowly rippling water surface looks clear and transparent, but its depths seem to be shrouded in mist, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and reality, making it difficult to see through.

Something new jumped out of the water and swam around him.

They are fish.

Duncan suddenly woke up and looked at the mirror in front of him.

The shadow in the mirror expanded and contracted, as if waiting for an answer.

"...Ms. Martha," Duncan finally broke the silence after a long time, "Welcome to the Homeless Fleet."

That mass of chaos and chaos, without any tangible outline at all, the expanding and shrinking darkness suddenly shrank, and once again transformed into a female adventurer wearing a white shirt, brown vest and trousers.

The complex shadows behind her have calmed down.

At the same time, on the deck of the White Oak, Lawrence, who was watching the puppet Alice and the mummy "Sailor" poking bugs like a temporary guardian, also looked down at his own body in confusion.

The green flames that were rising and spreading uncontrollably were quickly converging, and the body that had been passively maintaining its ghost form since three days ago was also rapidly recovering. In his perception, those flames were activated from time to time for inexplicable reasons.

"Ghost Fire" seems to have truly gained peace for the first time and become a controllable part of his body.

It seems that some kind of "stimulus source" that caused the frequent passive activation of the spiritual fire suddenly disappeared.

"...under control?"

Lawrence blinked and muttered to himself in confusion.


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