Duncan approached the door and checked its status again with concern.

This "subspace gate" was really closed - he had indeed reached the other side of the gate before, and that easy closure had indeed completely blocked this door that was difficult to shake in the real dimension.

He exhaled softly and looked up at the top of the gate.

The mysterious and ancient words were still clearly printed on the door frame: "This door leads to the Lost Hometown."

"Leading to the Homeland..." Duncan couldn't help but recall the situation on the other side of the door, and the Homeland that was sailing in the subspace and looked abandoned and decayed for who knows how many years. Suddenly, he had a clue to the words on the door frame.

The words on this door are real, and the other side of the door really leads to the Lost Homeland, another Lost Homeland - a distorted projection of the Lost Homeland in the real dimension in the subspace.

Duncan grabbed the lantern, turned and left the lower cabin, and without stopping, passed through the cargo hold and superstructure where light and shadow were inverted, and returned to the captain's room.

"Ah! Captain, you're back!" Goat Head was still confused. The first thing he did when he saw Duncan coming back was to mutter, "Why did you leave suddenly? You just said you went to the subspace? This can't be a joke! You..."

"I closed the 'subspace door' at the bottom of the ship," Duncan said casually as he put the lantern away, "and just went down to check from 'this side'."

Goat Head was choked and his words were interrupted by a "crack" sound between his head and the table.

Duncan couldn't help but glance at it and said, "Take it easy. Don't make the same mistake as Alice."

The goat-head didn't pay attention to the teasing in the captain's tone. It didn't hide its astonishment at all: "You closed the door?! You mean, you closed the door from the subspace?"

"What else?" Duncan asked, "Isn't that door closed from this side? Why would I bother with that?"

"You...you just did that?" The goat-headed man was a little incoherent at this time. "You entered the subspace and returned to the real dimension just to close the door from the other side? That...that is not an ordinary wooden door in a warehouse or utility room. You just...closed it like that?!"

Duncan's mood brightened.

He just looked at Goat Head happily, watching this guy who usually chattered so much that people's brains boiled, actually fell into a state of incoherent speech, watching this guy shaking "bang bang bang" as if he was in vibration mode, his facial expression was still calm, but his heart was almost overwhelmed with joy.

Duncan knew that he hadn't explained things clearly, causing Goat-Head to have some misunderstandings - but he mainly wanted to see how this guy talked, this was the joy of the most entertaining person in the vast sea.

In addition to the happiness, the slightly depressing feeling brought about by exploring the "Broken Lost Homeland" and that dark space was also reduced a lot.

But Duncan finally spoke up. After all, this was about the warp, and some things had to be made clear to avoid future risks. In addition, the goat head knew a lot of secret knowledge, and its insights might be of some help: "I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious, listen to me - I did close the door, but this time entering the warp was an accident, and I just need to hear your opinion."

"Unexpected?" The goat-head was stunned for a moment, and his tone instantly changed from shock to extreme seriousness. "Please tell me, what exactly happened?"

Duncan told Goat-Head about how he entered the warp as soon as he woke up from a light sleep - of course, he concealed the details of his exploration in that dark space, and focused on the door at the bottom of the ship and the various scenes he saw when he looked out at the chaos on the deck.

After all, apart from his "real name" and "origin", there was not much he needed to hide from Goat-Head now. And the reason he concealed his real name and origin was not because the secret was important - it was purely because the stability of the Lost Homeland must be built on the "anchor" of "Captain Duncan".

Goat Head said nothing and listened to Duncan's story very carefully.

Then he said he didn't know what was going on...

"According to your description, that is indeed the Warp," the Goat-Head said frankly, "but I have never heard of a situation like this, where you directly... 'entered' there in your sleep, and then came back safe and sound... You know, although the threat of the Warp to the real dimension is severe, it does not mean that it is a place that is easy to 'reach'. Its danger lies more in its pollution that is hard to prevent.

"A hole in the mind, a wavering faith, a wrong sacrifice, these can all lead to the infiltration of the power of the warp, but 'infiltration' and going in like you did... 'exploring' are completely different concepts."

At this point, it paused, then turned its head and stared at Duncan with its hollow, dark eyes: "Captain, you really weren't affected by anything over there? You really... didn't feel anything left in your head?"

"No," Duncan spread his hands, looking calm, "Do you think I'm out of my mind? I'm perfectly normal."

Goat Head was speechless for a moment.

Duncan said thoughtfully: "I always see you worrying about the Lost Homeland falling into the subspace again. I thought it was easy to fall in..."

"This... is a relative concept," the goat-head explained with some embarrassment, "Falling down from the real dimension is very dangerous, but even the Lost Homeland is not something that can be 'fallen' casually. 'Falling down is very dangerous' and 'it's easy to fall down' are not the same concept, and... how should I explain it to you? Generally speaking, the victims who unfortunately fall into the subspace... their process and feelings of entering the subspace are completely different from yours. It is an extremely painful and terrifying process, and it is often difficult for it to end simply with death..."

Duncan thought about it carefully and shook his head: "I really don't feel it..."

Goat Head held his breath for a long time and then sighed.

Duncan was even a little shocked for a moment - for the first time in history, this chatterbox didn't say anything, just sighed!

Duncan thought for a moment and said seriously: "Should I be more serious?"

Goat Head: "...You are worthy of the name of the mobile scourge of the vast sea..."

It was all just bland reading, without any emotion, and every sentence was spoken like muscle memory.

"Then let's not discuss this issue anymore," Duncan waved his hand and changed the subject. "What are those huge shadows I saw in the warp? Those broken lands, wreckage, and that pale Cyclops... What are they?"

The goat head suddenly fell silent. After nearly half a minute, it slowly spoke: "...As you can see, it's just wreckage."

"Just wreckage?" Duncan frowned. "That's not really an answer. What wreckage? Where did it come from? When did it come from? These..."

"The remains of the world," the goat-head said. "All that did not survive to this day became twisted shadows in the warp in the ancient past."

Duncan was startled at first, then repeated in a deep voice: "The wreckage of the world?"

The goat head fell silent again, as if it was hesitating and weighing something, but in the end, it raised its head slightly: "Do you think the Infinite Ocean is vast? Do you think... our current real world is still spacious?"

Duncan blinked, and then suddenly realized: "You mean, everything in the current real dimension..."

"...Yes, it's what's left after it all fell off," the goat-headed man said softly, "a tiny bit of residue with a few tenacious bacterial colonies still on it."

Duncan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly thought of something: "Is this the truth about the Great Annihilation?"

"It's just an insignificant part of the story," Goat-Head said in a low voice, "The complete truth of the Great Annihilation has been buried in the long river of time. It's meaningless to piece together the full picture.

"According to your statement, there is a 'horizon limit' there, where all information is beyond the reach of knowledge and observation. Unless there is some truly omniscient and omnipotent being who can instantly see through all the secrets from the subspace to the abyss of the sea to the spirit world and the real dimension, and push them back ten thousand years, then we can know what happened during the Great Oblivion - but even so, what's the point?

"I know what else you want to ask, but unfortunately, this is all I know, and I can't guarantee that it's all true. I do know some things about the Warp, but even the so-called 'truth' will not necessarily be distorted after being affected by the Warp. Causal logic and time sequence are meaningless there, and my fragmented knowledge... I don't even know how much of it is real memory, and how much is the shadow left over from the process of leaving the Warp."