Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 187: “Ender Missionaries”

Chapter 187 “Ender Missionaries”

The newly awakened subspace believers fell into an inexplicable state of ecstasy after learning they were on the Vanished. It’s so wild that they even scared Alice with their fanatical behavior. Fortunately, Miss Doll had kept those hands on her head during this so that part didn’t fall off like usual.

“The souvenirs this time are so scary!” Miss Doll stared and kept hiding behind Duncan, “What’s wrong with him?”

How would Duncan know? He hasn’t even finished asking this yet!

Immediately afterward, the other two final Enders also woke up, and after they figured out the current situation, they fell into the same ecstasy as the first person. They began to yell frantically, saying stuff like the promised Ark! The gatekeeper of the subspace has come! Regardless of what Duncan and Alice said next to them, they remained unable to communicate.

But by this time, Duncan had vaguely guessed the reason why these Enders fell into ecstasy – the Vanished was a ghost ship that returned from subspace. In the eyes of such madmen, the vanished was likely a miracle.

But isn’t this fanatical energy a little too much?

The three cultists kept hugging each other, both crying and laughing simultaneously. On occasion, they would even say something that should’ve been impossible to produce with a human throat before kissing and licking the deck!

Their last action annoyed Alice, who was watching the excitement from the side. Without delay, Miss Doll grabbed the nearest mop and smashed one of the cultist’s head: “I just washed the deck!”

Alice’s fury did not go unnoticed. The two buckets and mops nearby also got into action and started to beat the fanatical lunatics on their own accord. Before long, the rowdy ruckus of mops and buckets was flying all over the deck.

Duncan naturally became stunned as he watched this weird and chaotic scene. He knew Alice had built a good relationship with the items on the Vanished, but he didn’t expect her one battle cry would be enough to raise an army! She’s absolutely a boss with a bunch of henchmen!

“Stop!” He stepped forward and ordered before this farce got out of hand.

The buckets and mops stopped, leaving only Alice to continue with a mop in hand. It’s only after she gave one last kick before she huffed indignantly and walked away: “I just washed the deck, and now it’s dirty from all their licking…”

“Although I also think their action is a little disgusting, we still shouldn’t do this…” Duncan glanced at the doll helplessly and turned his attention back to the few cultists who had just been beaten to a pulp, “Calm down yet?”

Despite the beatings they just endured, the Enders did not flinch in the slightest and were still energetic with their creepy grin. For individuals with such thin and scrawny bodies, they sure have an astonishing level of tolerance for pain.

“Haha… Gatekeeper of the Promised Land, Ghost Captain at the helm, Navigator of the Ark!” The first Ender to regain consciousness seems to have come back to reality and spoke, “I can see… I can see your heart! How sad… You have received the greatest blessing, yet you rejected His gift… You had the right to enter the Promised Land, but you rejected it! You… FOOL!!!”

Duncan slightly frowned while Alice immediately came over from the side: “Captain, do you want me to beat him up again?”

The bucket and mop next to her also jumped over and swayed behind Alice to support the idea.

“All of you just behave over there for now.” Duncan shooed them to the side and focused back on the Ender, “It sounds like you know me very well since you called me the Ghost Captain.”

“Subspace whispered your name… whispered your foolish refusal…” the cultist grinned as the blood trickled down the corner of his mouth. “You have the qualifications to be the most blessed being. Why did you have to flee? Don’t you know that subspace is the eternal and ultimate destination of all things? You’ve reached the end… so why did you turn back when you reached the end?!”

Duncan just quietly stared at this fanatic with an unwavering expression. However, his heart wasn’t so calm though. Instead, it’s rising up and down like a tidal wave at the information he’s just heard.

This group of fanatics knows a lot; perhaps, they might even be right in some parts of their religion… And he mentioned Captain Duncan escaping from subspace. Rejecting the blessing? Could it be… the real Captain Duncan actually didn’t fall into madness and escaped at the last moment? So the rumors were wrong? If that’s the case, when did the real Duncan lose his mind and die?

Duncan suddenly remembered the goat head’s attitude towards subspace – wary, resistant, and faintly unnerved.

This seems to confirm what this Ender mentioned about the great escape from subspace.

Afterward, the Ender fell back into a daze, muttering something that couldn’t be understood and laughing wildly in the next. As for the other two captives, they never regained their sanity to begin with. This told Duncan he would have a hard time talking with these individuals. Likely even harder than the Suntists.

Is it because of the influence of subspace? Or did they actively destroy their sanity to embrace subspace?

After getting no further response for a while, Duncan figured he had to take the initiative and provoke a reaction. “Why did you attack Shirley?”

Sure enough, the three cultists reacted to the question. One of them raised their head in confusion and began swaying as he answered: “Attack? Attack whom?”

“What you just did,” Duncan’s voice was cold and heavy, “you attacked a girl with a hound. Why did you attack her?”

“The attack … Oh, attack…” The confused fanatic suddenly started to shout, “We are merely setting everything back on track so that the correct history can progress smoothly! Loopholes, flaws, a little hidden danger… Hidden dangers must be ruled out… She should’ve died in the correct history! As long as she lives… loopholes will continue to sprout…”

“The correct history?” Listening to the crazy nonsense of these cultists was definitely having an effect on Duncan’s brainpower. Nevertheless, he’s able to capture the key detail and press for more, “There is a problem with the historical line of Pland. Were you people responsible for it?!”

“Something went wrong? No problem, no problem at all… We’re just getting everything back on track!” The madman raised his face with martyrdom in his eyes, “The world should get back on track! The fate of destruction has been postponed for too long, and everyone has rebelled against the gift from subspace, against the destiny that should’ve come! We are correcting history to the right trajectory!”

“Correct history to the right trajectory!” The other two Enders began to shout feverishly as if being infected by their peer’s worship, “Only when we return to the right history line will everything be destroyed. Through the end comes renewal! Subspace will devour everything, and subspace will reshape everything anew! The fire has been extinguished, but the embers are ready for ignition… Only by lighting a second bonfire can the world survive in that gift!”