Duncan stood in front of the huge black throne for a long time.

He knew that this was another "fragment" of Sasloka after it was torn into pieces. However, this "fragment" could no longer leave the throne - in the era when the deep sea era was founded, he was one of the cornerstones of the shelter and was permanently anchored at the beginning and end of this time, becoming part of the huge system left behind by Navigator No. 1.

But he suddenly became curious... Did the other "kings" know about this? When the "Crawling King" decided to "build" part of the remains of the "Dream King" into the shelter, how did they discuss this matter?

"Make the best use of everything," the gravekeeper replied calmly to Duncan's question. "At that time, they had few resources available, so everything that could be used had to be put to good use. If the creator's plan failed, it would be used in the next plan."

Duncan nodded slightly, then left the platform where the throne was, strolled onto the trail, and walked slowly forward along the mottled ancient pillars. When he was about to reach the end, he suddenly stopped and said, "Do you have anything else to show me?"

"No more," the gravekeeper said slowly, "that's all."

"It seems like it's time to leave," Duncan looked up at the chaotic "sky" above him that was like dusk and simulated by some unknown light source. "The people outside are still waiting for news."

"I'll take you away." The gravekeeper said with his head down.

"Yeah," Duncan nodded, but just as he was about to step onto the ramp, he suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something, "Oh, there's one thing."

The gravekeeper looked over.

"Maybe - I mean maybe, I will meet the 'creator' you mentioned. Although I don't know if this will go smoothly, and I'm not sure what the 'creator''s condition is, but if I can meet him, is there anything you want me to convey?"

The gravekeeper suddenly fell silent. After a long moment, he slowly shook his head and said, "This should be meaningless. The facility is about to be shut down. After you leave, all contact with the outside world will be cut off until the system reaches criticality... Even if you really meet our creator by then, I won't receive any news from you."

Duncan stared at the gravekeeper for a moment and nodded silently.

But just as he turned around, the gravekeeper suddenly spoke again: "Wait, you... just help me pass on a message."

Duncan turned his head, his expression looking particularly serious: "You say."

"Just tell him..." The gravekeeper hesitated, as if he was organizing his words, and then said with a strange solemnity, "We are honored to have completed our work."

"I'll pass it on." Duncan nodded, turned and walked up the long slope back to the corridor.

The gravekeeper followed beside him and in silence, they left the mausoleum together.

When they were about to reach the exit, the tall guard suddenly broke the silence: “From now on, they don’t have to respond to the call - please remind the shadows gathered outside that no matter what comes out from here, don’t come near here again.

“There will be no new lists, and no new information to guide us. The shelter has already walked through all the known paths left when it was first designed. Our observation has reached its end. Going forward is a future that even the creators have never calculated... No one knows what is in that future.

"I hope that in the days ahead, they will all be...well...settled."

With every word he uttered, the tomb keeper's voice became more hoarse and deep, with every step he took, his footsteps seemed heavier - traces of the passage of time gradually appeared on his body, the breath of decay and death gradually emerged, and that pure white robe had turned into a tattered, old shroud at some point, and some kind of chains that seemed to have a sealing effect spread out from his body little by little, gradually entangling him.

Then, the sound of a heavy door opening came from the front.

The ancient and solemn door of the mausoleum opened, and Duncan stepped out of Vision 004.

He is the only person ever to have walked out of this door in a conscious state.

The figures waiting near the gate gathered together in an instant. Vanna was the first to come to Duncan. She stepped forward and held Duncan's arm (although the latter did not need any support at all), with a worried expression on her face: "Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm fine," Duncan said casually, looking back at the same time - but the figure of the gravekeeper could no longer be seen in the dark tomb corridor. There was only a shrinking and wriggling shadow gradually fading in the corridor, which made him frown, "How long will I be in there for?"

"For a moment," Helena's voice came from the side, "we heard a brief, strange noise coming from inside the mausoleum, then the door reopened and you walked out."

"A moment?" Duncan frowned.

"It's always like this," Vanna nodded and said, "No matter how long you feel you have stayed in the tomb, it seems like only a moment has passed to people outside. Scholars in the church believe that this is because the time flow in Vision 004 is isolated from the outside..."

Rune raised his hand and said, "One more thing to add, I was the first to come up with this theory a thousand years ago."

Listening to the voices beside him, Duncan remained silent. He turned around and looked at Vision 004, which had returned to silence. As he looked, a low roar came from inside this ancient and solemn mausoleum, and then it began to slowly sink.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the magnificent Cretan architecture disappeared from everyone's sight.

At this time, Vanna also noticed the solemnity and seriousness in Duncan's expression, which made her unable to help but speak: "If it is you... you should still have the memory of being inside Vision 004. What did you see in the mausoleum?"

Duncan was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.

"What I saw and heard inside Vision 004 should be different from the previous 'Listeners'... I understand the truth about the construction of this facility and the future related to it, but first..."

He raised his head and glanced at the soul projections on standby in the assembly hall, and then his eyes fell on Helena and the other four popes.

"Let the others leave first. After I tell you the truth about the mausoleum, you can decide how to communicate with your saints."

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Gentle waves rose and fell outside the window, and a refreshing breeze blew into the room. Alice opened the round window on the side of the captain's room to let fresh air blow into the room. She stood in the sunshine and breeze, squinting her eyes with satisfaction.

"The room should be ventilated frequently. The captain always forgets to open the windows," Miss Doll put her hands on her hips, as if she was talking to herself, or to her ubiquitous "friends" on the ship, "things will get moldy over time!"

No one in the room responded to her muttering. Even Goat Head, who was always noisy in the past, remained unusually quiet at this time, with his eyes half open and half closed at the edge of the chart table, as if he was asleep.

But suddenly, the goat-headed animal's head suddenly raised up and began to turn left and right.

It saw the doll Alice who was cleaning the room nearby, and then saw the "Skull of Dreams" placed not far from itself, and uttered an indistinct murmur.

Alice immediately came over curiously: "Hey! Mr. Goat Head! What's wrong with you?"

The goat head slowly moved its neck, making a creaking sound as it muttered, "Weird... I feel like I just had a dream."

Alice opened her eyes wide in surprise. "Ah? Didn't you say you don't dream?"

"Otherwise why do you say it's weird..." Goat Head muttered, "Although the captain said that I would dream, theoretically I would never realize that I was dreaming... But just now I was distracted, and it felt like a dream."

Alice was immediately very curious, so she put the duster aside and sat down opposite the goat head. "Come to think of it, sometimes I also suspect that I am dreaming, but I don't remember anything when I wake up every day... Do you remember what you dreamed about just now?"

The goat-headed man glanced at the curious puppet opposite him, and his tone gradually became a little strange: "I dreamed... I was sitting on a huge chair, and I sat there for many, many years... Many people were running around me, busy, and then..."

It paused, and a frown seemed to appear on its hard face: "And there were so many children... those running around... and suddenly they all became my children..."

Alice leaned forward slowly with her chin supported by her hands. The more she listened, the wider her eyes became. She seemed to be shocked by the description of the goat head. Suddenly, she said, "They all have goat heads like yours?! Then how do they run around? Do they jump?"

The goat-head was stunned for a moment: "...I think your understanding is wrong, this is not the point..."

However, it did not have time to correct the puppet's imagination - just as it was about to continue speaking, the door of the captain's room was suddenly opened.

Duncan's tall figure appeared at the door.

Alice immediately forgot the topic they were discussing. She smiled and stood up from behind the chart table and walked towards the door: "The captain is back!"

Duncan pinched Alice's cheek and walked into the room.

The goat head turned its head and looked at Duncan with some confusion: "You seem to have been to a...strange place?"

Duncan did not respond to the other party's question. He just walked to the chart table and adjusted his sitting position. Then he looked at the goat head on the table seriously and spoke slowly:

"I'm going to tell you something, don't panic..."