The ethereal voice disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

Alice blinked in the dark "tunnel", somewhat confused about what she had just heard. She suspected that she had heard it wrongly, but...

The captain said that in such a strange place, no matter what you hear or see, you must speak out immediately, even if it is really a hallucination or auditory hallucination.

So she immediately grabbed Duncan's arm and said, "Captain, I just heard a noise!"

"Sound?" Duncan turned around instantly and stared into the puppet's eyes in the dark. "What sound?"

Alice immediately told the captain what she had heard - including the short, unrecognizable noise, and the strange "name" of LH-03, "Pilot Three".

In the dark and infinite tunnel, Duncan slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the puppet in front of him with an extremely strange and astonished look, and then a hint of enlightenment suddenly emerged in his eyes.

So that's how it is... It's actually like this?!

As a series of confusing thoughts and astonishing conjectures surged into his mind, he instantly understood many things - and almost at the same time, he noticed some dense and magnificent light and shadows appearing in the corner of his eye.

Duncan turned around suddenly in astonishment and looked in the direction where the light and shadow appeared.

The next second, he saw the "starry sky" located above the dome of the deep sea.

Magnificent starlight appeared at the end of the "tunnel". It was a magnificent picture composed of thousands of stars, nebulae and high-energy radiation clouds. The galaxy spanned the boundless darkness. The violently erupting giant celestial bodies were torn into glowing clouds spreading between the galaxies. All of this was like an endless gorgeous and glorious curtain, rushing into Duncan and Alice's vision with almost overwhelming momentum!

Duncan's eyes widened instantly.

This is the "starry sky" familiar to the captains sailing on the vast ocean. It is located between the spiritual world and the deep sea, but under normal circumstances it can only be observed "overlooking" through complex spiritual lenses. The sailors in the mortal world can only glance at it cautiously through thick lenses and layers of protection, but here, the most real appearance and all the details of this starry sky are reflected in his eyes.

Duncan and Alice accelerated their "fall" towards the stagnant starry sky. Pulled by an invisible force, they were quickly entering the "dome layer" above the deep sea.

They fell into the "starlight" and began to move rapidly between the static celestial bodies.

After a moment's hesitation, Duncan tried to reach out to the unfamiliar starlight.

A dazzling orange-yellow star passed through his palm like an illusion - he noticed that a few stars also appeared on his palm at the same time, but the two apparently did not interfere with each other.

Then, he suddenly noticed that Alice beside him was unusually quiet - under normal circumstances, this doll should have started to make a noise when seeing such a magnificent starry sky.

However, Alice just stared around with eyes wide open, as if something had attracted all her attention. The gorgeous and dazzling starlight was reflected in her deep purple eyes, dancing with a lively brilliance. After a long while, the puppet suddenly raised its hand, pointed in a certain direction, and muttered to itself as if in a dream: "The coordinates are inaccurate."

Duncan frowned. "What did you say?"

Alice seemed not to have heard the captain's voice. She continued to stare at the stars around her, then raised her hand and pointed in another direction: "The coordinates are inaccurate."

"The coordinates are inaccurate." "The coordinates are inaccurate." "The coordinates are inaccurate..."

Alice spoke quickly, her eyes constantly scanning among the stars, as if trying to find some kind of "reference" that could help her find the direction. Just when Duncan was about to forcefully "wake her up", she suddenly stopped again, as if awakened from a muddled dream, and turned to Duncan blankly: "...Report, navigation system failure."

She paused, as if she was a little more sober than before. She patted her head with her hand and scratched her hair in confusion: "Ah... Captain, a lot of strange things seemed to suddenly pop up in my head just now..."

Duncan grabbed Alice's arm with his backhand, with strands of firelight moving on his fingertips. He slowed down his voice and asked softly, "What did you see?"

"Stars... There are lines, numbers and symbols between the stars." Alice's eyes were still a little confused. She answered the captain's question, but part of her brain seemed to be processing other things. "I should find a way to avoid those collapsing gravity traps... But the coordinates are inaccurate, and we... have no safe path..."

She raised her head in confusion and looked around at the "starry sky" around her - the stars in a stagnant state seemed to record a distant voyage. In the distant past, in a certain extinct universe, there had been such a scene, and she had traveled here, guiding the last refugees to find a way to escape... but escape... escape from what?

A spreading dark red light appeared in her mind.

The entire universe is redshifting... the stars are disintegrating, the physical space is collapsing... the material structure is falling apart... the servo system is howling with critical failure...

The spacecraft is about to disintegrate, the navigation module is on fire...activate disaster backup.

Alice suddenly opened her eyes wide, and the chaotic and noisy information in her mind seemed to be wiped out by some powerful force in an instant. She shook her head, and as her neck joints loosened slightly, she forgot the mess in her head.

The warm flames burned quietly beside her, and the power from the flames gradually restored her mind to stability. She turned her head and saw the captain standing beside her, casting a concerned look at her: "Alice, don't let your imagination run wild for now."

Alice thought about it and shook her head in confusion: "Captain, I seemed to have seen something just now...but I forgot it!"

"...I know, but it doesn't matter, just forget it," Duncan said softly, patting Alice's arm, "Let's go find the answer now."

“…Oh.” Alice nodded, not quite understanding.

Duncan didn't say anything else. He just carefully maintained the fire to protect Alice's mind, while looking solemnly into the depths of the galaxy.

A series of information emerged in his mind, and finally gradually connected into a line -

Here is a still "holographic snapshot" of stars. In the long years of the past, it has been floating in the "dome" layer of the deep sea and providing "navigation" for navigators all over the world;

The master of the Deep Sea, the Holy Lord of the Deep, is called Pilot No. 1, numbered LH-01;

Alice briefly heard a voice when she entered the "black door", which called her LH-03, Pilot Three;

The God of Wisdom, Lahem, whose real name is LH-02, Pilot Two, gives Duncan the impression that his image in the classics is a large server with countless lights flashing on its surface;

Ten thousand years ago, a spaceship called New Hope crashed into this "world ruins". It seemed that it had tried to escape the end of its home universe, but it still disintegrated in the final stage of the voyage and split into three parts...

The three parts correspond to the three modular "hosts"...

Duncan exhaled lightly, letting the raging thoughts in his mind gradually calm down, and glanced at the puppet that was following him obediently.

Now... he finally knew what the replica of the Deep Lord had stuffed into the body of this puppet in the Frost Deep Sea.

The starlight before my eyes has gradually reached the end - deep in the dome are countless broken floating islands floating in the dark and chaotic space.

The deep sea.

A pitch-black skeleton limb with countless hideous barbs fell from the sky and nailed a deformed mass of flesh that was running wildly on the ground, its surface constantly expanding and shrinking and wriggling, to the stone.

The dark demon called "the demon of fear" let out a series of shrill and terrifying howls, but no matter how it struggled, it could not free itself from the skeleton limbs. Almost in the blink of an eye, it quickly shrank like a punctured balloon, and countless turbid smoke and dust evaporated from its surface. The remaining part turned into sticky "mud" and was quickly absorbed by the skeleton limbs.

The towering skeleton limbs bent upward, and in the center of the twelve symmetrical limbs, a huge dark demon that retained part of the human female form was slowly raising its head.

Shirley's eyes swept calmly over the many debris on the desolate land - the torn Deep Hound, the Deathbird struggling and jumping on the ground, the Smoke Jellyfish and the Dread Demon that were gradually melting into mud, and the black skull floating crookedly in the sky with red light flickering in its eye sockets.

More dark demons gathered further away, looking somewhat hesitant.

The Deep Demon has no heart, but even a heartless demon will have some instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm when the threat reaches a certain level - at least, their purpose of gathering here is not to serve as food for a more powerful demon.

Shirley moved her twelve long limbs, as if she was walking on the ground with curved bone wings. She slowly walked towards the end of the barren plain. From time to time, seriously injured demons were unable to dodge and were pierced by her "long legs", turning into nutrients absorbed by the limbs.

At the beginning, she was disgusted by this and would try her best to pick clean ground to avoid "eating" the disgusting mud.

But now she doesn't care so much.

"Shirley...relax..."

She just muttered softly, walked between the countless severely injured demons, and headed in a direction that she thought was right.

The scarred black skull flew to the side in almost fear, avoiding the direction of the "strange invader".

However, Shirley's eyes did not stay on the skull for even a second.

She just muttered and continued to walk slowly forward: "...Don't be afraid."

The demons on the plain made way in fear.