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Chapter 726: Intertwined Space-Time (Seeking Monthly Passes for a Major - )

Chapter 726: Chapter 726: Intertwined Space-Time (Seeking Monthly Passes for a Major Chapter)

Bright sunlight spilled across the silent sea, a light breeze brushing the surface, creating ripples that rippled softly.

A massive cargo ship plowed through the water, sailing towards the direction illuminated by the sun.

The old captain standing in the pilothouse raised his binoculars, staring at the distant scenery.

In front of the ship, at the edge of the line of sight, an expansive and seemingly boundless fog obscured the path ahead.

"How far are we from Newland Port?"

The captain put down his binoculars and turned to the young sailor operating the instruments beside him.

"Less than twenty nautical miles, sir."

The young sailor looked up, the vast fog clearly visible without the need for binoculars, "That fog over there should be covering Newland City-State."

"Can we get in touch with Newland Port?"

The captain picked up his binoculars again and asked quietly.

"We can’t make contact."

The young sailor replied quickly, "None of our outgoing calls have received a response."

He hesitated, eyeing the dense fog, and slowly said, "This fog looks a bit strange."

On the vast ocean, various mysterious legends were passed around.

Faced with the unknown storms and creatures of the deep sea, those who sailed often placed some belief in fate and divine beings.

They had run this route many times and had never seen such thick fog around Newland City-State.

"May the storm and the Goddess of Luck protect us,"

The captain sighed softly and then spoke in a low voice, "Reduce speed, let’s approach slowly."

The huge cargo ship moved sluggishly across the sea, skirting far from the islands scattered around and gradually disappearing into the thick fog.

But just as most of the ship had entered the fog, the radio on the operation console suddenly crackled to life.

The captain immediately picked up the radio, "Hello, this is Oaktree, please go ahead."

A voice with some static came through the radio,

"This is Weilun Port, there’s an abnormal thick fog near Newland City-State. Please do not enter the fog area near Newland City-State, I repeat, please don’t...shhh...enter...shhh...near Newland City-State...shhh...fog..."

The captain looked up, staring at the pilothouse windows now obscured by the thick fog, and fell into a brief silence.

No further human voice came through the radio, only static noise.

"Captain, we’ve lost the satellite navigation system!"

A sailor in the back row immediately shouted.

"What about the radar?!"

The first officer on the other side immediately yelled, "Is the radar affected?"

"The radar...the radar is fine,"

A sailor, staring at the radar control screen, swallowed hard and said with a hoarse voice, "The radar shows nothing around us."

The entire pilothouse fell into a brief silence.

It was impossible for there to be nothing around them, as not far ahead lay a city-state archipelago made up of five major islands.

"Slow down, turn around, full left rudder, let’s leave this place at once!"

The captain put down his radio and, looking at the thick fog that now blanketed the entire ship, yelled loudly.

The helmsman immediately spun the ship’s wheel, swift as a whirlwind.

The entire massive ship began to pivot in the direction indicated by the rudder.

Boom—

A thunderous roar suddenly burst out in the sky.

The previously calm sea surface quickly became violently rough.

The heavy ship began to sway up, down, left, and right, sea water surged from one side, slamming against the hull and then splashing back into the ocean, the entire ship progressively losing control.

"A storm, it’s a storm!"

Some of the younger crew members on the ship cried out uncontrollably.

Huge torrents of water fell from the sky like raindrops, splashing against the surface of the pilothouse windows.

This massive vessel, under the force of the sea and storm, floated as lightly as a feather in water, at any moment it could be capsized by the waves.

At that moment, the captain pushed the helmsman aside and reached out to steady the spinning helm.

The swaying ship, with the old captain’s body rocking back and forth, saw the surging sea swell over the flat deck, carrying waves of water across the deck and flowing down from all sides.

Boom—

Flashing lightning streaked above the thick fog, emitting a roar like that of an angry divine being.

"Look, what’s that?"

A sailor grabbed the edge of the wall, raising his finger toward the overhead.

In that dense cloud, there seemed to be something large and elongated passing by.

"It’s a train! It’s a train!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, "A train moving across the sky!!!"

"Good heavens, a train flying in the sky, am I about to die!"

"A divine miracle! A divine miracle! Goddess of the storm, save us!"

"Mom, I want to go home..."

...

In the midst of the chaotic noise, the old captain calmly steadied the helm, his gaze fixed on that train crossing through the clouds, which was not moving quickly, as if it was waiting for them.

"Follow that train!"

The old captain, without hesitation, suddenly turned the helm and righted the course.

Now it was too late to turn the ship’s bow back around; the massive ship moved forward through the heaving waves, following the tracks of the train in the fog, driving into the deepest part of the storm.

After an unknown amount of time, the chaotic storm seemed to gradually calm down, leaving only the sound of seawater dripping from the ship’s side.

Lights appeared in the thick fog ahead, and as the massive ship moved forward, the last wisp of mist parted.

The bright sunlight finally showered once more upon the water-droplet-covered windows.

Somehow, the ’guiding’ train out front had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the glittering sunlight shining on the glistening sea.

"We’ve survived,"

"Did we get through the thick fog?"

"Is this Newland Port?"

Murmurs came from the crowd, sounding like subdued, weeping exclamations.

The captain, gripping the helm, swayed, almost falling, but he steadied himself on the edge of the helm and picked up his telescope to look around.

There were no looming islands appearing and disappearing ahead, only the boundless sea.

"This is Weilun Port, Oaktree. Can you hear me? Please be aware, do not enter the outskirts of Newland City-State..."

The voice on the fallen walkie-talkie continued, accompanied by a static noise.

The old captain stumbled to the door, opened the pilothouse door, leaned on the ship’s rail, and looked out to the boundless sea before him.

He turned his head back to find a dense fog, heavy with shadows, behind him.

This was not Newland Port; they were not far from where they had just entered the fog.

They had followed that train ’through’ the fog, but they had not arrived beyond the fog; instead, they had returned to their starting point.

It was at that moment that the old captain’s gaze fell on a small island reef in the distance.

He picked up his telescope and looked toward it.

Atop the island reef stood an old stone house that appeared to be at least a hundred years old, and in front of the stone house, at the edge of the great sea, stood a tall and slender figure.

His gaze was fixed on the depths of the fog, as if contemplating something.

And almost at the same time that the old captain noticed that figure, the figure seemed to notice the old captain watching him. He turned his head, looked in the old captain’s direction, and gave a slight nod.

The old captain slowly lowered his telescope, took off his firmly fixed cap, bowed slightly in that direction, and gave a deep bow.

Then he put away his hat and slowly walked back to the cockpit.

...

The undulating sea slapped against the rocks beneath his feet as He Ao withdrew his gaze from the giant wheel and once again directed his attention to the dense fog that covered the entire city-state.

After dealing with the monster, he had hurried over and then he saw this fog.

In the deepest part of that fog, the way didn’t lead to Newland City-State; it led to a chaotic spatial curtain.

There, space was confused and crumbled; ahead could be behind, left might be right.

Just now, he had relied on this characteristic to maneuver Velora, probing the spatial structure within the fog while leading Oaktree out of the fog.

Of course, the reason he could do this was that Velora, as a spatial shuttle item, is very sensitive to the stability of spatial structures and could effectively use areas where the directions are disordered but the spatial structure still maintains a certain stability.

If other people were to rashly enter the fog, they might easily get lost in the chaotic space and be buried by the storm.

Even He Ao hadn’t entered the deepest part of the fog; he had only made use of the outer layer’s spatial disarray.

Actually, he initially wanted to navigate Velora around the fog to see if he could directly enter Newland City-State.

But he failed.

In fact, not just that patch of fog; the entirety of the area within the fog, including the fog-enshrouded Newland City-State, had been completely filled with chaotic space.

Even Velora couldn’t reach such a region of spatial chaos.

According to the experience He Ao had explored so far, Velora’s principle for traversing time and space was to use some kind of "shortcut" through an Inner Space that didn’t exist in the outside world.

Each of Velora’s "transits" involved a process of "diving" into the Inner Space and then "surfacing" into the outer space.

Now, the chaotic space within Newland City-State prevented Velora from surfacing normally, making it impossible to arrive at the destination and enter Newland City-State.

He Ao’s gaze was fixed on the giant mist that engulfed an entire city-state.

Such a mist and chaotic space were obviously not something a Class B could create.

To create all this, it was likely at least an Angel.

He Ao turned around and walked into the stone house behind him.

——

Newland City-State

He Ao’s true form pushed open the door, raised the bone sword in his hand, and chopped the monster resembling a crab with eyes on its belly in half.

He glanced at the little boy shivering in the corner, "There are gendarmerie gathering people on the street outside. Hurry up and go."

The little boy trembled as he looked at He Ao, seemingly still hesitant and afraid.

"Oh, right," He Ao said, looking at his cheek and patting the boy’s head, "don’t open any closed doors. Now go."

"Yes!"

The little boy stared at He Ao’s blood-stained face, nodded, and then quickly got up and ran out of the room.

In front of him, all the doors were wide open, blocked with tables, chairs, and other items.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and looked straight ahead, where a tightly closed door stood before him.

This was the back door of the hall.

He reached out his hand and slowly pulled the door open.

Instead of the expected street, there was a cold, damp ’secret room’ behind it, with metal walls and tumor-like flesh balls clinging to the walls like ivy, pulsating rhythmically as if they were breathing.

As He Ao pushed open the door, a scorpion-like flesh monster nearly half a meter in length burst out from the gaps between the flesh balls, flying over the door and stabbing towards He Ao’s face.

A flash of white sword light split the attacking scorpion in two.

He Ao glanced at the secret room with flesh ivy squirming before him and took a step forward, crossing the threshold.

Then the entire scene of the secret room flickered and instantly shattered, revealing a somewhat cramped street with the towering Maple Leaf Hotel standing not far down the road.

Dim street lights shone upon the road, with the still moon and stars above.

He Ao looked down the street, slightly lifting his gaze toward the depths of the road.

This was not the first ’secret room’ to shatter before his eyes.

Ever since the night sky became stuck in the dawn’s mirror image, all kinds of monsters had started to emerge in Newland City-State.

These monsters hid behind certain tightly closed ’doors.’

Once a door opened, a scene akin to an alternate dimension would appear, and the ’monsters’ hidden within these dimensions would burst out from behind the door, entering the real world and starting to attack people.

The scenes from these alternate dimensions typically didn’t last very long, basically just a few seconds, but the monsters that rushed out from the alternate spaces were very much real.

According to the material collected by Chen Lin, at the very beginning, the duration of these ’alternate dimension scenes’ was even shorter, almost gone in the blink of an eye, and the range was smaller too, not like now where nearly every door opened might lead to such an alternate space.

There were more and more monsters on the streets.

He Ao was one of the first to emerge from the Maple Leaf Hotel to kill the monsters that had just appeared on the street. When he first came out, there was only one monster on the nearby seven or eight streets, but now nearly every street could have a monster of its own.

Meanwhile, as He Ao pondered, from the shadow of the streetlight, an arm-length, leech-like monster wriggled out and lunged sideways toward He Ao’s face.

A flash of white sword light passed by, severing the monster.

He Ao glanced at the corpse of the monster. In principle, he could use the jade pendant to absorb the monster as a sacrifice, but after the jade pendant ate the power bestowed by the God of Chaos to Wester, it was satiated and temporarily could not absorb any more energy.

His footsteps did not halt; he continued forward, stepping over the corpse of the monster.

"Minister He, Minister He, are you there? I’ve arrived at the Moonlight Branch now, where are you?"

At that moment, Chen Lin’s voice came from the walkie-talkie on He Ao’s chest.

He Ao picked up the walkie-talkie, glanced at a street sign beside the road, and as his other hand lifted, the sharp bone sword sliced another monster hiding in the darkness into two halves,

"I’m on Little Eleventh Street by the Maple Leaf Hotel. There’s a high concentration of monsters here, and there might be a fixed spawn point for monsters nearby, it shouldn’t be far from me."

"Minister He, those suddenly appearing doors to alternate spaces not only allow monsters out, but they also let people from this side go through. On my way to the Moonlight Branch, I heard about many missing cases, where people said they saw their children disappear after walking through a door," Chen Lin quickly said on the other side.

A two-way channel, huh.

A thought swiftly flashed through He Ao’s mind. Then he picked up the walkie-talkie and continued, "Have you met the person in charge of the Moonlight Branch?"

By now, he had reached the end of the small street.

A rusty iron gate stood open before him. Inside it was not a space where humans lived, but a dark corridor covered with dry bloodstains.

A pulsating flesh orb surged out from the darkness, seemingly having spotted He Ao standing at the entrance. A slit opened in the middle of its body, revealing sharp triangular teeth.

"I just met her," Chen Lin quickly said through the walkie-talkie. "She wants to contact you directly."

As the fleshy orb monster eyed He Ao, a vicious and greedy howl emanated from its mouth, and the next second, the wriggling orb of flesh charged out from the darkness toward He Ao, like diving onto a delicious cake of meat.

"Minister He Ao, I am Moonlight... Feiya... we... need... cooperation," a gentle but awkward Central Earth language came from the other side of the walkie-talkie.

"We may need to meet and talk,"

With a casual thrust, He Ao impaled the flesh orb lunging at him, flinging it aside, and replied in fluent Tia language, "Do you have a means of transportation? It’s inconvenient for me to move about; can you come directly to the vicinity of the Maple Leaf Hotel?"

His gaze turned toward the profound darkness of the corridor.

This door’s corridor seemed to last much longer than other ’alternate space scenes’ and looked like a more stable alternate space passage than the other doors.

He Ao pondered for a moment, reaching out, attempting to probe into the corridor.

And as his hand stretched past the doorframe, the entire pitch-black corridor flickered, then suddenly shattered, revealing a greasy kitchen scene matching the rusty iron door.

"We have a helicopter; please wait, we’ll come right over."

As He Ao acted, Feiya’s response simultaneously came through the walkie-talkie.

"Good."

He Ao nodded his head.

At the same time, he retracted the hand he had extended past the doorway, contemplative.

This ’passage’ seemed not to be as stable as it appeared.

He lifted his head to glance at the stars in the sky.

So, were these dense ’alternate space passages’ the reason for the spatial chaos in this area?

Or, is it another manifestation of a more profound underlying reason?

In his mind, he faintly had a hypothesis.