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A huge steel battleship hovers next to the same tall tower. Dozens of iron chains or pipes of different thicknesses connect to one side of the battleship. Looking up from the ground, you can see densely packed ant-like humans. Traveling on it, carrying supplies.

At the bow of the ship, the storm bird sculpture, symbolizing thunder and storm, reflects the setting sun and shines in the golden sunset.

This is the Storm Rose, one of the strongest combat forces controlled by the Magic Association. At this moment, this huge whale is docked quietly in the port, carrying out supply operations. The Dreadnought-class strategic floating ship usually has on board Thousands of sailors who master at least a certain level of magic are required to be able to maintain a cruise without supplies for at least six months. In this way, even if the Rainbow Tower suffers a devastating blow, the Dreadnought-class battleship can still cruise around the demiplane. Deep inside, conduct command and counterattack.

It is for this reason that each supply lasts for at least a week, so the crew of the Storm Rose can take a break.

Except for those who take turns guarding those rooms.

Albert is one of them. He was originally a member of the loading team. Their duty was to stuff heavy shells into the barrel. Of course, magic was used instead of brute force. Albert He is best at mage's hands and has also become the team leader of the second loading team.

During the docking period, he will guard outside the vice-captain's room all night for three days, carefully observing any changes in it. Once he discovers anything, he must immediately record it and notify the high-level council.

In fact, he was not really "staring" at the room, but was monitoring the contents of the room through a monitoring device provided by the High Council.

On the table in front of Albert, a model made of flowing gravel is particularly conspicuous. This model reflects everything in the vice-captain's room in such detail that it can be enlarged as long as Albert has a thought. In any detail, he could even read the text in the book spread out on the table by the vice-captain on this model.

Similarly, as long as there are any unusual movements in the room, it will be immediately reflected here, and it can be traced back for a period of time. This room of the vice-captain of the magic order was decorated by His Excellency Herman Braggs. Exposed to constant observation by the crew on duty.

As the sun sets, tonight is Albert’s last night on duty here. After sunrise tomorrow, he can go back and take a hot bath, put on clean and comfortable clothes, and go to the tavern in the port. Have a good day of drinking.

He and the other two people paid close attention to the movements in the vice-captain's room, but just like the people who had been monitoring them for the past month, the things in the room remained motionless and unchanged.

At late night, Albert couldn't help but yawned. He only took a short nap during the day. The surveillance work for several days made him exhausted. Albert raised his eyes and looked at the other two people. They were also the same. The face is tired.

It is darkest before dawn, and these few hours before the end of the watch will be the time when they are most relaxed.

Albert really wanted to light a cigarette at this time. Smoking was not allowed on the ship at other times and places except on the deck during sailing, which made him a bit helpless as a long-time smoker.

His eyes became a little hazy, and the gravel model Albert was staring at seemed to have some double images. His eyelids were heavy, as if they would droop down the next moment.

At this time when he was half asleep, Albert seemed to see a figure suddenly appear in the model. The figure searched in the room for a while, then picked up the quill on the table, dipped it in ink, and began to write Something was written on a piece of parchment.

Albert just looked at that figure, seemingly forgetting his original purpose.

Then, the cold war of another person around him affected Albert, causing him to come back to his senses and look at everything in the model with horror.

They immediately stood up, looked to the side, and peered into the brightly lit deputy captain's room through the window on the door.

However, nothing was seen.

"Am I confused?"

Albert was a little confused. He took another look at the model. There should be no trace of the figure inside. Only the quill slowly fell to the ground, which was creepy to see.

I checked the room again and found that the quill pen was indeed no longer in its original position, and the splashed ink was like blood, spreading out on the ground bit by bit.

Albert focused his eyes and looked at the place where the figure was writing in a trance just now. He saw that the model was enlarged, reflecting the appearance of the parchment. It was a piece of paper depicting a kind of creature that only lived in a specific demiplane. The drawings of birds have simple and powerful lines, and a few strokes outline the characteristics of this creature.

However, at this moment, everyone's eyes are not on the bird, but focused on the corner of the picture.

In that place, even through the gravel model, you can see that the wet ink marks formed a messy text~IndoMTL.com~It was a short sentence.

——I am here and it is here.

Everyone was suddenly startled, and Albert felt chills running down his spine. Although there seemed to be nothing in the room now, various legends painted an extremely terrifying picture in his mind.

Vice Captain Paul has no body, only his soul is left, lingering in the room where he lived. He appears on the table, under the bed, and behind everyone. He makes a silent cry, Just want to show people that I exist.

Finally, Vice Captain Paul got the chance. He picked up his quill and wrote this sentence.

I am here and it is here.

"I" can understand that this should be Deputy Captain Paul's self-proclaimed name. So, who is "it" and where is it?

While thinking, Albert felt horrified. He felt like there was a breeze blowing behind him, and it was like someone's breath. He didn't dare not turn around, as if he would be pulled by some indescribable thing if he turned around. Like falling into an abyss.

Obviously there is a temperature regulating circle in the cabin and the temperature is pleasant, but cold sweat has broken out on Albert's forehead. Where he can't see, the darkness is like a huge and ugly monster, as if it wants to swallow them up. .

Feeling the evil and chaotic aura getting closer and closer, Albert's hair stood on end. Finally, he couldn't help but look back.

But there was nothing there.

There was nothing, only the empty cabin corridor, the lights flickering, and the moonlight outside the window, pale and bright.

"Is it really an illusion..."

Albert breathed a long sigh of relief. Just as he was relaxing, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the wall on the side of the corridor, where a clearly visible scratch came into Albert's field of vision. middle.

I am here and it is here too!