The goat head wasn't there.

This is a scene even more incredible than that absurd and weird dream!

Duncan stood at the door in a daze for a long time before he finally came to his senses. He then drew the sword from his waist and walked forward slowly with full alertness.

The goat's head was indeed gone. There were only nautical charts and a few sundries on the familiar nautical table, and the place where the goat's head was originally placed was just an empty table top.

Duncan stared at the empty table for a few seconds before slowly retracting his gaze and looking around.

More incongruous scenes came into view.

All the furnishings were mottled and old. The walls and pillars were covered with cracks of varying depths. There were many fewer things on the shelves next to them, leaving only empty shelves. On the wall that originally had a decorative tapestry, there was now only a suspicious black stain. Next to the stain was a window, which was covered with dirt. Outside the window was dim and chaotic, and only some suspicious glimmers of light could be seen flashing by quickly.

It was as if there were some very swift shadows moving quickly in the air outside the window.

The entire chart room gave people the feeling that it had been abandoned for countless years. Time had destroyed most of the furnishings here, and some violent force more dangerous than time had left dark stains of varying depths on all the walls, roofs, and floors.

Duncan couldn't help but pinch his thigh again, wanting to confirm again whether he was dreaming.

The clear pain and lucid thinking reminded him at the same time that this was not a dream, but reality, a reality... that was extremely unfamiliar to him.

The feeling of stepping onto the Lost Homeland for the first time came up again, and the tension of being surrounded by endless weirdness made Duncan frown gradually.

But compared to the first time he stepped onto the ship, it only took him a short time to adjust his state, and he calmed down completely after a few deep breaths.

After all, he has now had many bizarre experiences that he had never imagined in the first half of his life. The experience accumulated from dealing with this strange world and the mastery and confidence in his own strength have made him no longer the confused novice he once was.

The only thing that made him uneasy now was that his worry that "the Lost Hometown was quite unstable and would have problems sooner or later" seemed to be becoming a reality.

Something strange has happened to this ship.

Duncan walked around the room again, checking the empty shelves, the dirty walls, and the corner where two wooden boxes were originally placed. Most of the things were gone, and except for the navigation table, this place had almost become an old and dilapidated empty room.

But there was one thing left in its original place—the oval mirror with an intricately patterned frame.

Duncan came to the mirror and looked inside cautiously.

There was no horrible scene. The mirror did not reflect a bloody hell or a distorted and deformed face. It was just very dirty, with black stains all over the surface. However, in places with fewer stains, the reflection could still be seen normally.

Duncan did not stay in front of the mirror for too long. He returned to the navigation table and scanned the nautical chart.

The next second, his gaze suddenly froze.

The nautical chart has also changed!

The fog that originally covered almost the entire map had almost completely disappeared. After the fog dissipated, a clear and complex track was revealed on the parchment!

Duncan subconsciously moved closer, trying to identify the contents of the chart, but he immediately realized something was wrong.

There are crisscrossing tracks and crisscrossing routes on the nautical chart, but there is no meaningful marking or "place" to be seen. It is more like a bunch of chaotic lines drawn unconsciously, recording a confused sleepwalking, and between those lines, there are no islands, no city-states... nothing.

He couldn't see Plande, Rensa, Cold Harbor and Breeze... Although he was indeed unfamiliar with most of the names of these city-states, at least he knew that these city-states existed and should definitely appear on this sea chart after the fog had cleared!

Duncan's brows furrowed more and more. After realizing that there was no landmark information for reference on the nautical chart, he slowly straightened up, tilted his ears, and listened to the movement outside the window.

There was no movement outside the window, no sound of wind or waves, just silence... just like his strange and short dream.

The lines on the nautical chart mark the sailing track of the Lost Homeland. That track will update automatically as the ship drifts. So, the lines marked on this nautical chart with the fog cleared and the tracks crisscrossing... in which dimension are they the sailing records of the Lost Homeland?

Duncan exhaled lightly, and then, as if he had made up his mind, he turned around and walked towards the door of the captain's room with sword in hand - in theory, outside the door was the deck of the Lost Homeland.

He gripped the door handle, took a deep breath, and then pushed the door open.

The Lost Homeland was sailing in a dark chaos, and the decks and buildings on board were in ruins and had been abandoned for a long time.

At least, outside the door was indeed the deck of the Lost Homeland.

Duncan walked out of the gate and stepped onto the bumpy and broken deck that seemed on the verge of collapse. He heard a sharp creaking sound suddenly, breaking the suffocating silence.

Duncan stepped forward cautiously, and only walked a little bolder after confirming that the deck only looked dilapidated and there was no risk of collapse. He then raised his head to check the situation around the Lost Homeland.

What meets the eye is a desolate, vast and boundless chaotic space, with dim shadows everywhere. Between those shadows, from time to time, dim and blurry light and shadow turbulence can be seen suddenly emerging and then gradually dissipating. Occasionally, strange flashes or streams of light will suddenly become bright, like blind lightning illuminating the distant nothingness. In that flash, you can vaguely see some huge thing floating in the nothingness, as if it is slowly rotating and creeping.

The moment Duncan saw those dark lights and flashes, the only thing he could think of was "shit".

This scene... looks a little familiar.

It was exactly the same scene as the bottom of the Lost Homeland - it was the Warp!

Duncan almost cursed out loud, his mouth twitched twice, thinking that this was really the thing he was most worried about, and it was bound to happen. Not long ago, he was thinking that the subspace was too weird and seemed to be calling him, and he wanted to find a way to avoid contact with it, but he didn't expect that he would get a subspace drift in the blink of an eye - how did he suddenly come here? !

But after the initial panic, he quickly calmed down and resisted the urge to turn around and return to the captain's room.

He was not sure whether this was the warp or not. He just felt that this place was similar to the scene outside the bottom of the Lost Homeland. And if this was really the warp... then there was no point in hiding in the captain's room at this time.

In addition to this, he soon discovered that his condition was...suspicious.

He stood here, looking up at the scenery of the (suspected) subspace, but he did not feel any discomfort, nor did he feel his spirit was eroded, or hear any strange sounds - but according to the "common sense" of this world... if humans enter the subspace, shouldn't they go crazy on the spot after just one look at the subspace?

But he didn't feel any discomfort.

Not only did he not feel any discomfort, he could even still clearly sense his body in Plande, and sense the "marks" left by Nina, Morris, Vanna and others in the real dimension.

Even if I, the "Ghost Captain", have some special qualities and some resistance to the subspace, I shouldn't be so... safe and sound in this place, right?

Duncan was puzzled about his current state, and even began to doubt whether this place was the legendary "Abyss of the End of the World". Then he calmed himself down and walked towards the guardrail at the edge of the deck.

He came to the side of the ship and looked out.

As expected, there was no sea water beneath the Lost Homeland - the ship seemed to be floating in the universe, with the same nothingness everywhere.

He stood on the edge of the deck, looking at the huge hazy shadows in the distance and the turbulent light and shadows that appeared from time to time, and carefully planned how to get out of this predicament next.

The first thing is to confirm whether this place is a real subspace, and the second is to find and determine whether there is any connection between this place and the real dimension.

Since he could come here, it meant that there must be a place where he could "reconnect" with the real world, but this place might not be in the bedroom where he woke up - he had already checked the bedroom and the chart room and found no trace of any such "passageway".

After thinking for a moment, he had a rough idea, so he turned and left the side of the ship and walked towards the cabin entrance in the middle of the deck.

At this moment, Duncan suddenly noticed something out of the corner of his eye, which made him stop subconsciously.

He raised his head and looked in the direction he had seen out of the corner of his eye just now. A slightly bright arc of electricity was slowly dissipating in the darkness in the distance. In the gradually dimming light, he could vaguely see that something huge, like a mass, was slowly floating over the Lost Hometown.

Duncan watched intently, and at that moment, another "flash" appeared, like a winding and long-lasting lightning. This flash crossed the sky and illuminated a very vast "sky" in the blink of an eye.

Duncan finally saw the outline of the huge monster - his breath was instantly choked.

It was a piece of... land, or rather, a black shadow that looked like a fragment of land. It was extremely huge, huge enough to cause gigantic fear. Its irregular outline seemed as if it was torn directly from the planet by some huge force and then thrown here violently.

On the upside-down land, one could even vaguely see mountains, rivers and some more suspicious and disturbing outlines, but all of these had lost their color and vitality - the entire "continent" was just a monotonous gray and black, and the rivers were solidified in the gullies of the earth, making it look like a crude model lacking color details, sealed in the stagnant amber of time and space.

This huge piece of stellar debris moved slowly above the Lost Homeland, showing Duncan a desolate, ancient doomsday image.