Night of Despair-Chapter 482 - 481 New Hope 2

"From now on, call me Captain. The Spirit Alliance is no longer here," Yu Hong sighed, taking the notebook. He habitually pressed the translator, only to find it broken from the recent skirmish with the divine monster.

Helpless, he could only pocket the notebook and take it back to repair the translator before reading it.

He then casually walked to a crate, reached out, and forcibly pried open the lid.

Crack.

A section of the lid’s connection snapped, and it was tossed aside.

Inside the crate lay rows upon rows of black objects resembling sweet potatoes, but they had all dried out and become foul.

"Looks like they’re all useless," Ku Chan also examined the other crates.

"This incident must have happened a long time ago," Yu Hong surveyed the area and soon found some remnants of tables, chairs, utensils, and books in a corner.

These things seemed decayed due to material issues.

After searching around, their only find was that black notebook made of some unknown material.

"Captain, there’s something wrong outside!" Ku Chan suddenly warned.

Prompted by him, Yu Hong rapidly sent out his perception.

Indeed.

The street lamps that had just been glowing steadily with blue light were now starting to flicker slightly.

Outside the alley, a dark mist was silently approaching and spreading towards them.

Wherever it reached, everything vanished completely, engulfed in unfathomable darkness.

"Let’s go back!" Yu Hong made a decisive call, turning and rushing out of the submarine.

Ku Chan followed. When the two returned to the Black Black Spirit,

the rear of the submarine had already met the encroaching black mist.

Silently, watching everyone’s gaze, that rear quietly disintegrated and decomposed.

"What on earth is this thing?!" Yu Hong’s mind was filled with a chilling terror, instantly activating the Black Black Spirit.

A vast array of colorful lines emerged, enveloping and covering the surroundings of the Black Black Spirit.

Just as the Black Black Spirit seemed about to leave, the black mist appeared to speed up consciously, spreading rapidly towards them.

Hiss.

The submarine was quickly submerged, shattered, and decomposed.

The black mist, upon contact with the colorful lines of the Wind Disaster protecting the Black Black Spirit, recoiled slightly, hissing as if scalded.

But in the next second, as if provoked, it lunged forward fiercely, charging at the Black Black Spirit.

Fortunately, by then, the ship had slowly vanished into the torrent of the Wind Disaster.

The black mist made an empty pounce, burned by numerous colorful lines, retreating swiftly.

In the safehouse.

Yu Hong and Ku Chan watched the scene with lingering fear.

"What was that thing anyway?! So exaggerated?!" Yu Hong looked towards the experienced Chi Xiao and Fisina.

"If I’m not mistaken, that’s a Dead Silence Sigh — per the specification, it’s what you referred to as a Source Disaster companion creature, very low intelligence, but it can lead everything to a final dead silence. The power of dead silence it holds is also one of the nine world-ending disasters we guard against."

"The outside is too dangerous..." Ku Chan marveled sincerely.

"Indeed... That place we were at must be the remnants of an already destroyed world," Fisina sighed, "Based on the calculation of the distance, if I’m correct, the submarine that the divine monster was in should have come from that very place."

"Let me check the logs," Yu Hong pulled out the notebook and found a spare translator in the Main Control Room to put on.

Upon hearing about the logs, everyone got intrigued, gathering around.

Only Jiafei remained dazed, gazing out of the window motionlessly.

Yu Hong pressed the translation function; with a soft beep, fortunately, the translation library contained data on this language, though where it was acquired from was unknown.

’Language identified: Forta Language.’

’Due to grammar order issues, translating the full text...’

After waiting a few seconds.

Finally, the content on the log was translated into Chinese, appearing before Yu Hong.

’I am Di Mo. I never dreamed I would end up aboard the Savior Ship with Charles to flee the world. A Demon King and a divine monster, the only two survivals left, the seeds and hope for salvation. What a goddamn ironic world.’

The first sentence on the first page left Yu Hong somewhat speechless.

Demon King, divine monster, Savior Ship—those three words together gave him an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

An uncaptured Savior Ship Captain by Agrius??

How did he manage that?

He continued flipping through.

’The cataclysm has begun anew; I’ve completely lost contact with the other captains. The transfer zone of the Savior Ship is getting increasingly perilous; I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. The deeper I go, the greater the danger. Charles died dozens of times again this morning; he’s on the verge of a mental collapse. Divine monsters are synonymous with destruction, yet here they are, being gnawed to death by those creatures dozens of times.... Haha, real damn funny.’

Next page.

’It’s been twenty years since the last entry; I must have entered deep into the Wind Disaster. Charles said he’s a little scared; something outside instills him with terror, drawing near. I can feel it too, but we have no choice. We used up all the materials that could reinforce the ship. We have even sliced Charles’ body hundreds of times to use it as energy-proof coating on the hull. We’ve done everything within our capability.’

Continued to the next page.

’I discovered the fastest way to use the Savior Ship. That is, for a captain to stay aboard continuously without getting off, activating the ship every twenty minutes to quickly reach the next transfer point. Just recently, another captain gave up and returned to the Prison Island. Those cowards prefer to live under captivity rather than make a final dash. What if... what if the land of vitality is just at the next stop?’

’Hahahaha!! I found it!! I found the Source Material!! Wind Disaster Source Disaster!! Now the hull can last longer!! I knew my choice wasn’t wrong!!’

’A year ago, Charles actually said he wanted to become female; I couldn’t understand it. He said he’s going crazy and turning female allows them to produce offspring as a diversion. I refused. With a divine monster? The mere thought of it revolted me. What if it suddenly morphs some extra limbs during exercise!’

Yu Hong shook his head speechlessly.

Turned to the next page.

’Ah, it turned out to be pretty adorable, awesome!’

Yu Hong fell silent again, flipping further down, where several pages were filled with musings about Charles being adept, greatly entertaining.

It was evident that Di Mo, the Demon King, had sunk completely into idle games he previously scorned.

He flipped through five pages before encountering new contents.

’Indeed, choosing entry through the Wind Disaster as a starting point was optimal. The nature of the Wind Disaster is all things’ flow; it decomposes any structure before it, then flows and mixes. Thus, the Wind Disaster is also the central hub capable of connecting all other Source Disasters. Here is the most viable place to find the land of vitality.’

’I’ve decided. At each stop, I’ll loot the hardest and most resilient materials there, using Source Material at the base, ensuring I reach the furthest!’

More pages flipped.

’Finally....’

The new page surfaced countless exclamation marks.

’There’s a clue... the Land of Eternal Life.... Turns out, the Savior Ship didn’t deceive me! It truly can reach the Land of Eternal Life.... it’s just none could endure till the end! But I’m different! What doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger!!’

’Tons of Source Material, I’ve reached the Convergence Point, where Source Disasters converge like the eye of a storm! Charge!! Charge, charge, charge!!’

No more after that.

Yu Hong closed the last page,

lifting his head to face the attentively listening audience.

"Any thoughts?" he asked.

"In my world, there’s no Demon King called Di Mo. He probably isn’t from our place," Fisina was the first to speak.

"According to the record, the Savior Ship appears real, but the further you go, the riskier it becomes, leading to ultimate failure—possibly their downfall," Ku Chan stated.

"From the notebook alone, the authenticity requires verification. Yet, the inadequacy in the Savior Ship’s durability seems to be a fundamental constraint to getting through," Yu Hong said.

"So, I propose we do as they did; scour for the strongest materials to bolster the ship at every stop, employing every method to enhance the ship’s sturdiness, as this should be our immediate objective," Chi Xiao suggested.

"Agreed," Ku Chan nodded.

"Feasible," Yu Hong concurred.

"Speaking of which, if I’m not mistaken, this notebook isn’t made of ordinary material," Fisina gently stroked the notebook’s cover with her hand.

"Indeed, it’s not ordinary," Yu Hong nodded, placing his hand on the notebook surface. In his mind, the Black Black Spirit expressed an inexplicable desire for it.

Much like opposites of a magnet naturally reaching out in attraction.

"So, it wasn’t a coincidence the submarine crashed into us; rather, it was mutual attraction," Yu Hong explained.

"Hence, if there are other Savior Ships, they might all gravitate towards each other to merge," Ku Chan contemplated.

The group grew ever more fervent in discussing due to the notebook.

The contents of the notebook instilled a genuine hope within their hearts.

The records from Di Mo, the Demon King, seemed to affirm that the land of vitality was no a distant dream, achievable, even appearing closer than it seemed!

While their discussion grew intense, the Black Black Spirit had already once more traversed through the Wind Disaster torrent, arriving at a new location.

The colorful lines outside the window swiftly faded, thud!

A deep muffled sound.

The safehouse plummeted, launched straight from the stream of colorful lines, and landed heavily upon a pile of gray-white construction debris.

Yu Hong quickly approached the window to observe outside.

Outside was dim, the sky devoid of a moon, with only scattered stars emitting faint light.

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In the distance, clusters of pitch-black tall buildings stood like coffins.

"Shall we go out and take a look?" Ku Chan asked from behind.

"No need. From now on, we should avoid going out whenever possible, minimizing our impact on the outside world, enabling quicker transfers to our destination." Yu Hong pondered briefly, responding. By not venturing out, they wouldn’t involve causality, entanglements.

"Then how do we gather materials? How do we do it without going out?" Ku Chan frowned.

"Find the locals; we just need to trade with them. If we can bring them power, spur new progress, perhaps they can hold out a bit longer in the doomsday," Yu Hong said earnestly.

He looked at the night scene outside the window.

"Now, look, aren’t they coming over?"

In the distance, seemingly drawn by the commotion from the fall of the safehouse.

A disheveled black-haired young boy, with a frail body hunched over, cautiously hid himself in the shadows, creeping over.

He bore not a trace of energy, with a weak spiritual fluctuation, belonging to ordinary human standards.

No matter the perspective, he appeared just an average child.

’But it is this banality that underscores the value of our trade...’ Yu Hong swiftly formulated a series of diverse plans in his mind.