More annoying than riddle-talkers are those assholes who cut off mid-chapter.
The former Ron once committed two original sins at once.
Ron complained in his heart, but he could understand.
Just from the handwriting, it could be seen that when leaving this string of words, the original owner of the body was in a state on the verge of madness.
He couldn’t judge what kind of pressure the original owner had endured before being replaced by him that led to this kind of madness.
Don’t what anymore?
Was it don’t continue researching certain things, don’t touch certain things?
Or was it a plea to some existence to stop tormenting him?
What exactly was he afraid of?
Various chaotic thoughts rapidly sprouted in his mind.
Ron’s head was in a mess.
He had accepted the original owner’s memories, but mainly those related to common sense and knowledge.
The rest were very few.
He flipped open the notebook, trying to find more content from the back, but this was a brand-new notebook, and there were no traces left behind.
He sighed.
If he could find other notebooks and know what the original Ron had experienced, perhaps he could understand what this sentence meant.
Ron rummaged through the desk.
Every notebook and every piece of parchment was flipped open, but there was nothing that could connect with this notebook.
He searched the Storage Ring again.
There were no related records either.
Perhaps Ron’s previous notebooks had already been lost, or maybe they were taken when he was kidnapped by the Eternal Freedom Sect!
Shaking his head, although there were many doubts in his heart, Ron temporarily stopped thinking about this issue.
He turned his gaze to the other two things on the table that attracted him.
A rubbing, and a stone tablet filled with a rotten, decayed aura.
On the rubbing was imprinted a typical symbol of the Eternal Freedom Sect, like a human reproductive organ.
This was the content the cult wanted Ron to decipher.
But without a doubt, the original Ron extremely despised the Eternal Freedom Sect.
He didn’t translate even a single word on the rubbing and just casually tossed it aside.
Instead, that ancient, decayed stone tablet was placed right in the center of the table.
It could be seen that the original Ron attached great importance to this tablet.
He must have spent a lot of effort on this stone tablet.
On the parchment beside it were densely packed words, all records left by the original Ron.
The stone tablet was irregularly square-shaped, covered with dense ghostly scribbles… or rather, patterns.
These ancient characters were a series of symbols personally designed by the game company, obscure and hard to understand.
There were said to be nearly two thousand such characters in total.
Some big-shot players had researched and deciphered the in-game characters.
At the time, Ron only casually glanced at them.
He wasn’t very interested and didn’t pay much attention.
Comparatively, he preferred certain special CG scenes.
So now, even holding the stone tablet, he couldn’t understand the real meaning of these characters, which made Ron somewhat annoyed.
And although the original Ron had quite an achievement in the research of ancient characters, this belonged to a long-lost civilization.
The difficulty of researching it could be imagined.
Even if he had completely inherited the original owner’s knowledge memories, he could only recognize less than one-tenth of the characters on the tablet.
Relying on these to decipher the content was almost impossible.
Looking at the stone tablet, a strange thought suddenly appeared in Ron’s mind: Don’t what… it couldn’t be don’t translate the rubbing, or don’t continue researching or even touching this stone tablet, right… While thinking, his finger had unknowingly landed on the stone tablet.
He hurriedly tried to pull his finger away.
At that moment, his mind suddenly went blank, and he felt a kind of gaze.
It seemed like a pair of mysterious eyes were staring down at him from above.
In an instant, a layer of goosebumps appeared on Ron’s skin.
That feeling wasn’t strong, but it made Ron feel a fear like weightless falling without a sound.
Whose gaze was that?
He subconsciously looked up, but before his eyes, there was only a thick, impenetrable black.
Noisy murmurs began echoing in his ears.
There was the crackling of blazing fire, the surging of tides, like wails on the brink of death, yet also like the cold operation of machinery, there were indulgent moans, and the rustling of sand falling in an hourglass… Ron’s mind grew dazed.
His vision was stripped away in an instant.
His head felt like it was being split open by an axe.
He wanted to scream, but couldn’t make a sound.
He didn’t want to listen to those eerie murmurs, yet the sounds kept pouring into his mind, forcing him to distinguish, to feel… Just as Ron was about to collapse and his head was about to explode, the murmurs in his ears suddenly disappeared.
His body felt light, as if floating among clouds.
He tried his best to regain control of his body, but even something as simple as opening his eyes was difficult.
He didn’t know how long had passed.
It felt like he heard a tearing sound, like two sheets of paper stuck together finally being separated, and Ron opened his eyes.
The first thing that came into view was, astonishingly, an incomparably massive ship.
He stood on the deck.
Looking around, the hull was pale.
If looked at closely, one would find that it was pieced together from countless strange bones.
No one knew what creatures these bones belonged to.
They were enormous like mountains.
At the bow was an enormous skull, resembling a human, but far too large.
The fleshless bones looked even more ferocious.
The sails hanging high were stitched from decayed skin.
Around the railings of the deck hung countless skulls—human… or perhaps elf, dwarf skulls.
Like wind chimes, they swayed in the cold wind, colliding and making creaking, clacking sounds.
Looking further away, there was a pitch-black ocean, without the slightest luster.
The ink-like seawater seemed like a viscous fluid, slowly writhing.
Ron’s face was solemn, inevitably revealing shock and confusion.
This ship was not unfamiliar to him.
Ferryboat of Souls!
This was the place where a player’s soul would appear after death in the game “Goddess X Black Beast”.
The surrounding ocean was the Eternal Sea, jokingly called the Black Sea by players.
After a player died, their soul would stay on the Ferryboat of Souls for a period of time, riding it across the Eternal Sea, and finally entering the Hall of Rebirth to start over.
This place was gloomy, silent, and oppressive.
It could be said to be one of the maps that made players feel the most discomfort and fear… and after personally appearing here, that feeling was even stronger.
Why was he on the Ferryboat of Souls?
Could it be… he was dead?
The thought that suddenly emerged in his mind made Ron shudder in shock, his scalp tingling.
He subconsciously placed his hand on his chest.
His fingers silently passed through his body… Ron’s expression grew even darker.
Right now, he was a pure soul form!
This was not a discovery worth celebrating.
Ron forced himself to calm down.
Ferryboat of Souls, Eternal Sea?
Come to think of it, in the system’s issued tasks, after攻略 system Elsa, he could obtain the Eternal Heart?
All are Eternal.
Could there be some connection between them?
Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, Ron noticed that on the index finger of his right hand, there was an extra ring engraved with a ship-shaped pattern.
Through this ring, he seemed to have gained a certain connection with this ship.
He lowered his head and looked at his hand: Ferryboat of Souls: [Only ferries gods!] Hiss!
Ron’s body instantly leaned back, sucking in a cold breath.