Shrouded Seascape

The most desperate moment in my life…

My unforgettable yearning…

My sweet love…

As soon as these three lines of text were erased, the relevant memories in Charles' mind disappeared as well. He could feel his tumultuous emotions fading as he examined the white ball in his hand.

"I'm suddenly curious. Did you seize my memories, or did you seize the stories themselves?" Charles asked.

005 opened her hand, feeding the lines of text in her palm to the Feaster in her arms.

"For the current you, is there any difference between the two?"

"Haha." Charles chuckled softly with indifference, "Indeed, there's no difference at all. I'm about to die, anyway. Instead of letting them disappear with me, I might as well trade it with you."

005's figure was becoming more and more illusory. Clearly, she was about to leave.

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave. I think I still have quite a few things that I can trade with you," Charles said. He believed that one wish was simply not enough. Since he had already made a deal with 005, he might as well make a few more deals.

Having cast all caution to the wind, Charles no longer cared about anything.

Upon hearing that, 005's figure solidified once again, and her eyes wrapped in black bandages looked at Charles once more. "There's not much left for me to take from you, but there is one thing I'm truly interested in. Your daughter Sparkle."

"No! Don't even think about it! Sparkle is absolutely off-limits!" Charles exclaimed, rejecting it firmly. His heart had become an abyss-like void of nothingness, but as a father, he would always protect his daughter.

"What a pity. She is a very special specimen at the moment," 005 said, vanishing on the spot and leaving Charles all alone in the spacious room.

Charles stood frozen for a few seconds before raising the white orb in his hand and contacting the other Charleses from the many different planes.

"Not bad. We have one more choice. How are things on your end?"

"Mmhm, great. I'll be right over." Charles detached himself from the sofa and disappeared, appearing at the Dark Abyssal Trench of another plane.

Sweeping his gaze across the many different versions of himself of varying ages and clad in various attires, Charles asked, "How come you guys are in such a sorry state?" ṛÂ₦Ộ𐌱ЁŜ

"It's nothing serious. A Charles who had became a Fhtagnist ambushed us. However, we managed to deal with him quite easily," said a Charles whose eyes were wrapped in white bandages.

Charles knew that this would happen eventually. As a result of making their own choices, these Charleses had their own unique personalities, so it wasn't shocking that one of them ended up becoming a Fhtagnist.

"Let's not waste time here. We don't have time to spare, so let's go," Charles said. Then, he began exchanging ideas with the Charleses.

In the face of the impending apocalypse, each Charles made their own contingency plans and had chosen to implement them in their respective planes.

Then, they weeded out the useless plans and shared the effective ones with each other.

While they were busy perceiving and assimilating each other's thoughts, they suddenly raised their heads and looked up at the same time. Then, they vanished and arrived at the Core, which was once overflowing with 002's purple light.

The purple light was still there, but it was flickering for some reason. Then, an incomprehensible aura drifted down from above, and when it swept across the Charleses, their appendages quivered like aspen trees.

It wasn't just 003—there was something wrong with 002 as well.

Just then, agonized wails erupted from the Colossal Hole Fortress below the Charleses. Under the influence of the incomprehensible aura, the troops stationed within the fortress mutated into bizarre, crazed creatures.

"This is bad! Everyone, return to your respective planes and close the entrance to the Core! We can't let this aura affect the Subterranean Sea!" Charles roared. Then, he returned to his own plane and teleported to the massive metal door that the Divine Light Order had opened to reach the Core.

He wasted no time and started pushing it upward using three tentacles spanning dozens of kilometers in size.

Rumble!

A violent tremor ran through the rock layer as the metal door—as big as an island itself—settled on the rock layer overhead.

Immediately afterward, Charles looked down at Annarles Island with his thousands of eyes and saw the islanders writhing on the ground while clutching their heads in pain.

Evidently, they were suffering under his presence.

Charles' gaze landed on a woman carrying an infant. Shockingly, the infant in her arms was covered in feathers and had sprouted a dark-brown beak. The terrifying sight told Charles that the metal door couldn't completely suppress the aura coming from up above.

After just a brief fraction of a second, Charles came up with a solution.

In the blink of an eye, Charles' figure vanished from the rock layer overhead. Just as the islanders staggered to their feet, they were shocked to find that the seawater around them was moving rapidly.

"No! The sea isn't moving at all. It's our island that's moving!!"

The islanders were terrified, but the rapidly moving island eventually came to a stop. Charles had moved Annarles Island to a different location, far from the entrance to the Core.

Unfortunately, this wasn't enough. 002's aura was still leaking out of the Core. They had to find a way to suppress it as soon as possible, or the humans in the Subterranean Sea would end up mutating into bizarre creatures.

Charles' fleshly body—as big as an island—settled on where Annarles Island had once been—right below the entrance to the Core.

Then, a column of flesh made from deformed appendages and amorphous organs rose from the middle of the island, pressing against the colossal metal door like a load-bearing pillar.

Charles' flesh proliferated across the pillar before eventually engulfing the metal door. Once every nook and cranny was covered with Charles' flesh, the distinct, indescribable, and incomprehensible aura finally vanished.

Charles was like a plug, preventing 002's influence from reaching the Subterranean Sea.

***

Gao Zhiming was sweeping the floor with a broom while stealing glances at Anna's bedroom. He had no idea as to why Anna suddenly became furious at him, but he wanted to assuage her fury through hard work.

He really missed his kind and benevolent big sister.

"Come on, what's the point of going to all this trouble? If I were you, I'd rush in and confront her about what's going on," said Tobba. He was having lunch in his mother's arms.

Gao Zhiming looked at Tobba and muttered, "I can't..."

"Tsk! What's there to be afraid of? Let me do it for you, then," Tobba remarked. Then, he confidently jumped onto the table and was about to run toward Anna's door but was ruthlessly dragged away by Li Lu.

Just then, the door opened with a creak. Anna dressed in an exquisite white dress walked out of her bedroom. She glanced at the struggling Tobba in his mother's arms and then at Charles, who lowered his head and focused on sweeping once again.

Anna said nothing as she walked toward the door.

A car was prepared at the entrance of the gated community. Anna sat in the back seat and signaled at the Fhtagnist holding the steering wheel. "Go to the Wang Construction Group's headquarters."

Thanks to the Shattered God's mole in the IMF, Anna felt much safer. At the very least, there was no need for her to worry about getting discovered by the IMF scouts.

With some free time in hand, Anna decided to do some maintenance on her relationship with her allies.

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