Chapter 454: Stream of Information
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In the dimly lit captain’s quarters, a mystical green flame flickered, casting eerie shadows across the room. From this mesmerizing fire, a skeletal bird wrapped in spectral flames took flight. The flames swirled, forming a vortex that acted as a portal. From this mystical gateway, Vanna, Alice, and Morris emerged, stepping cautiously into the room.
They paused, taking a moment to steady themselves as the disorienting effects of teleportation faded. Regaining their balance, they turned their attention to the navigation table just a few steps away. Duncan was there, deeply absorbed in a detailed sea chart. They approached, inclining their heads in respect, and greeted him with a deferential, “Captain.”
Without looking up, Duncan advised, “Take a moment to sit. It’s best not to move immediately after teleportation; you might find yourselves unsteady.” After meticulously confirming specific locations on his sea chart, Duncan finally lifted his head, focusing his gaze on Morris. “Morris, you have the book with you, correct?”
Morris responded promptly, reaching into his attire to retrieve an imposing book. Its cover was as black as the abyss, with no title. It was known as “The Book of Blasphemy.” Handing it to Duncan, Morris said, “It’s right here.”
Vanna, curious and a bit worried, asked, “Now that the three of us have returned, only your avatar is left behind in the city-state of Frost. Is that not a concern?”
Duncan replied reassuringly, “There shouldn’t be any significant problems back in the city. With Tyrian poised to take over as ruler and Agatha ensuring stability, everything is in good hands.” He continued, “Your mission in Frost is done. Whatever minor tasks remain, my avatar can handle them.”
With the gravity of the situation palpable, Duncan seated himself at the navigation table, setting the ominous black book next to his sea chart. This book, which Morris and Vanna had acquired from a minor cult leader, was rumored to contain rare and vital information about the enigmatic Nether Lord. It was believed to hold secrets predating the era of divine creation and the cataclysmic event known as the Great Annihilation.
Its exterior gave no indication of its significance—only its jet-black cover and absence of a title set it apart. Strangely, no supernatural vibes emanated from it.
Vanna, Morris, and Alice gathered around the table, drawn in by the book’s mystery. While Alice, seemingly unaffected, leaned in for a closer look, Vanna and Morris kept a respectful distance, hesitant to focus too intently on the tome.
A curious wooden carving in the shape of a goat’s head on the navigation table’s edge turned to examine the book. The carving asked, its voice filled with curiosity, “What’s this? Just a book? Why is it held in such high regard?”
With a nonchalant tone, Duncan explained, “In essence, it’s a holy scripture of the Annihilators. It’s believed to document events preceding even the gods’ creation. And while many might dismiss its content as the ravings of cultists, some parts intrigue me deeply.”
“The written account of the gods’ very creation?” The wooden carving, shaped like a goat’s head, seemed truly startled by this revelation. Its tone shifted to skepticism and almost teasing, “Ah, the ‘Nether Lord’s Account of World Creation’ from those lunatics? I mean no disrespect, but their notions hardly strike me as credible. If you can just fabricate a tale about the genesis of our world with no tangible proof or logical foundation, then I’d argue any inebriated bard can spin a yarn about our universe’s origins. I once heard of this ludicrous performance suggesting our world was conjured from a hodgepodge in a massive cauldron…”
Duncan replied calmly, though with an intensity that was hard to ignore, “However, upon Morris’s reading of this book, his psyche was tainted, drawing even the gaze of the Four Gods. You are well aware of the gravity of that.”
The carved goat head made a creaking noise akin to wooden planks groaning under strain and lapsed into thoughtful silence.
After what felt like an eternity, the carving finally uttered, “The closer one gets to the truth, the more one’s sanity is at stake…”
Still visibly affected by his experience, Morris gravely added, “Indeed, it’s an age-old adage about anomalies and revelations—the closer to truth, the more perilous it is to one’s sanity. It’s believed that objects that inflict severe mental afflictions often carry the genuine narrative of our world. Such is the paradox that scholars sometimes gauge the authenticity of ancient texts based on the mental turmoil they induce upon reading.”
The goat head oscillated gently as if deep in thought before stating, “However, profound distortions or sheer overpowering energies can induce such mental perturbations too. In such circumstances, truth often becomes more elusive. The greater the mental toll, the more misguided the person becomes.”
It continued with a sincere tone, “I speak from genuine concern, Morris. Many of your peers met their doom chasing these truths. Those who survived often believed they’d stumbled upon profound revelations, only to find themselves teetering on the brink of insanity. Today, their names grace the heretical blacklists of various religious orders. And given that you’re aboard this vessel, I dare say you’ve earned a spot on that list as well…”
Despite the goat head’s unconventional nature, it had grown fond of the ship’s crew over time. Its words might have sounded stern, but the sentiment was pure and genuine concern.
Acknowledging this, Morris replied, “Your concern is appreciated. It’s undeniable that this world excels in beguiling us mortals, and our innate curiosity often leads us astray. Hence, we trust the captain to steer the course.”
“The captain will…” the goat head began, its tone shifting to one of apprehension as it noticed Duncan’s hand poised atop the ominous black book, evidently preparing to unveil its contents. “Hold on, are you certain you wish to delve into it?”
Duncan looked up with a hint of amusement, “Did you really think I had Morris bring this artifact onboard merely to elevate your stature?”
The goat head, slightly flustered yet ever-playful, responded, “Well, it wouldn’t be the worst idea…”
But Duncan wasn’t about to be sidetracked by this jest. He steadied himself, taking a deep, purposeful breath, focusing intently on the task at hand.
A subtle, almost translucent green flame sparked to life from within Duncan. Within moments, it consumed him, leaving behind not ashes but a spectral, ghostly version of the captain. Reassured by the successful transformation, Duncan turned his attention to the imposing black tome before him and cautiously turned to its first page.
However, much to his surprise, the page appeared blank.
He blinked, trying to adjust his eyes to the dim light. But as he looked again, a profound and impenetrable darkness seemed to close in from every corner of his vision.
Suddenly, reality twisted and contorted, leaving no room for resistance or comprehension. The sensation was reminiscent of the first time Duncan had used the Spirit Compass, where he felt his consciousness being yanked and swallowed whole into a vast void.
As the dizzying sensation subsided, Duncan quickly realized that the familiar confines of his captain’s quarters had disappeared. The wooden goat head, Morris, and other familiar sights were nowhere to be seen. And the black book, the very object that had led him to this eerie void, was mysteriously absent.
In the midst of this enveloping blackness, he gathered his thoughts. This was not what he’d anticipated, certainly not what Morris had recounted. The experience after opening the book was radically different.
Then, from the periphery of his vision, a faint luminescence caught his eye. He turned and, hovering in the void, was a tiny beacon of white light. As Duncan squinted and focused, he realized that the light was actually text.
As clarity returned, he could make out the words: “Upon opening the book, his experience was entirely distinct from Morris’s.”
Duncan froze. He stood there, entranced by the floating words, as a chilling realization washed over him. Time seemed irrelevant.
A distant memory then tugged at him. A similar void, a similar scenario, where text floated eerily—it was in subspace.
Within the recesses of the ship named the Vanished, he’d once opened the door to the captain’s cabin and encountered such a realm, where text described…
Suddenly, words materialized in front of him but rapidly began to dissipate.
Duncan caught himself. He centered his thoughts, purposefully cluttering his mind with random numbers, words, and forgotten recollections. As he did so, the floating words gradually vanished.
He then struggled to restrain his thoughts, attempting to still his racing heart.
Countless questions surged within. What was this void? Why were words materializing? Why did they seem to describe him? Was this a mind-probing technique? Or a soul-level projection? He had encountered a similar phenomenon aboard the Vanished, but now it was tied to this book. What power did this tome wield?
Despite his best efforts to control his thoughts, they spiraled. And in response, words once again emerged from the void, though now they were fragmented and disjointed.
“Manifestation… From thought to reality… Reality is…”
With a crease forming between his eyebrows, Duncan cautiously approached the mysterious text that floated in the void. Curiously, he stretched out a finger, wondering if the ethereal words had any tangible substance.
To his surprise, his finger merely caused a shimmering ripple to spread across the darkness, much like a stone cast into still water. Within these ripples, he discerned other layers of text hidden behind the visible words.
Hesitating only momentarily, Duncan decided to see if he could reveal more. Using his hand, he continued to manipulate the text, causing the ripples to spread further and reveal the concealed messages within the depths of the darkness.
And then, right in front of him, multiple lines of fragmented text began to emerge and stretch out, descending further and further.
“Transmission origin – Leviathan Queen – situation dire… condition deteriorating rapidly…”
“Transmission origin – King of Fire – Report any recent findings?”
“Transmission origin – Bartok – Distressing update… feedback from node becoming unclear… fear the cluster controller is duplicating… or has spiraled beyond our control…”
“…Origin-LH02 – Pertinent data available.”
“…Elaborate?”
“…LH-02 – Spotted an entity exhibiting cluster controller traits, potential cognitive shift detected, believed to have communication capabilities with me.”
“Transmission origin – Leviathan Queen – Remarkable revelation! Any subsequent developments?”
“Transmission origin-LH-02 – No further action.”
“Transmission origin-Bartok – Clarify?”
“Transmission origin-LH-02 – The intriguing entity dispatched a message symbolizing a dog’s head and then withdrew.”
Duncan tried to comprehend the fractured messages, attempting to stitch together the bigger picture from these cryptic transmissions.
We going down the Sci-fi route soon?
who knows, the author loves to throw curveballs in his stories so i wouldnt be surprised if this is all a dream or something from a computer
It makes sense to be a simulation or something computer related. It’s been in my head ever since the “Nether God” “communicated” in binary. Also Al seems to keep using internet lingo… I’m really curious now.
Some reinforcement for my ideas.
That subspace and this world that floats within it are fundamentally conceptual rather than material in essence. That Zhou Ming within the fog is a sort of projection of his material self, analogous to an author ensnared in writer’s block, with comparable ability to rewrite and claim ownership over these slowly unraveling ideas. That the formation of this unstable world came from gathering fragments broken off of other worlds in apocalypse level events… Literally a hodgepodge, with each major contributor being a “setting” of an entirely different genre, although I don’t know the nature of the cauldron.
Technically, I don’t know if there’s a difference between those more stable conceptual worlds and Zhou Ming’s material world, but either way he’s a higher order of existence at least comparable to a novice god in this world. Probably higher, without his inexperience, because the gods are only capable of fending off inevitable destruction, not of remaking the realm to be whole. I’m not sure how exactly the original Duncan managed to link himself to his consciousness, but it was impressive.
The idea that a completely ordinary person could surpass gods in certain contexts, precisely because of their ordinary nature, is fun to think about.
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Seems he encountered the chat log of the gods. Leviathan Queen would be the storm goddess, Bartok is uncreative, King of Fire was connected to those people who tried to keep time working right or something if I recall, and knowledge god had an L and an H in his name iirc. Considering the dog head image it seems like Dog was encountering the knowledge god after all. If Dog is exhibiting “cluster controller” traits though I wonder what exactly that means. Is it just connected to the Nether Lord, since that incident was probably the cluster controller Bartok was worried about, or is it something like any entity which can spread supernatural influence/control?
That with the gods makes so much sense!
As for the Cluster Controller thing I have no idea… i doubt it just means supernatural influence/control as that would also include Duncan and they didn’t say anything about him…
I was thinking the cluster controller entity is Duncan but Dog’s attempts at learning math have been misinterpreted as a message from Duncan lol.
Something of note, the Author switched from Duncan to Zhou Ming.
The other times this happened is when he left the World and went to his apartment, thus whatever place he is now also is out of the World?
So that was an awesome chapter, the gods having some kind of casual chat log was subtly hilarious. I reckon the entity mentioned as the ‘cluster controller’ is probably the NetherLord who is in charge of mangaing the city states (since they were mentioned to have been his idea) which are basically a cluster of small islands and that the NetherLord is losing control sending warnings to Frost.
Bartok’s ‘node’ is likely his followers who are sending back conflicting information due to the duplication. The Levaithan Queen is the storm goddesss since the ‘dead’ Leviathan that lives on the storm cathedral headquaters exhibited the same shadowy dendrils that the storm Goddess did when Vanna contacted her. LH02 is probably Lahem, though the 02 part makes me think that maybe there are multiple parts to Lahem. Their language used feels like computer AI’s communicating with each other, maybe Duncan was supposed to be like than too but his ‘humanity’ took over and pushed that aspect on to the bird (AI).
The new entity mention by LH02 is I think, Duncan, since he has been taking over Pland and Frost thereby exhibiting ‘cluster controller traits’ and i mentioned in another comment here that Dog’s attempts at learning math have been misinterpreted to be a special message dispatched to Lahem from the new cluster controlling entity (Duncan).
The only problem with this is that it doesn’t really match up with the timeline since Gomona should already know about Duncan and how he took Pland but the Leviathan Queen seems to be suprised by these new findings. Lahem and Bartok should also know since Lahem sent Morris to contact Duncan and Bartok’s subordinates know about Duncan too. Since this place is supposedly outside of time though… maybe the Gods do not view things chronologically like Duncan or the readers do.
Very interresting comment, I didn’t even think of the possibility that cluster controller could mean that!
And the Idea that Duncan could also be part AI! What you said makes quite a lot of sense, this can also explain why Duncan has such Powers that can rival the Gods (till now he still hasn’t found a match), he initialy was one (or still is but can’t remember it / control all his power due to the Mind of a God being on a whole different level compared to that of a human’s Mind?)
As for Dogs Message being seen as comming from Duncan, an explenation could be that due to Dog being tainted by Duncan’s Flame he is now considered a part of him?
On the note of time, we already know that there exists time travel in at least a minimal form. Remember the Frost Queen telling Duncan not to change history and that poor libarian from I think it was Pland’s Church Libary or so that found out some truth who was errased by some time traveling cultist?
So from the Gods POV time is likely not linear.
that’s actually a very nice theory of Duncan being a AI. the author’s previous novel was the MC being artifical so this might be true here as well
An interesting comment. Your comment made me understand better of what had been transpired in this chapter
so basically it’s like ember ad infinitum
Really hope it doesn’t just go ‘the world is a simulation’ route because that’s such a boring and overdone outcome