Mystery: When the Lost Homelanders Meet the Lost Homeland Call

The story of Deepsea Embers takes place in a small sea area that people call the boundless.

Ordinary people built city-states on islands scattered across the sea, relying on courage, wisdom, and divine protection to survive and develop civilization.

They divided the world into the divine realm, reality, the spirit world, the deep sea, and the subspace beneath all things, believing that order flows from the covenant of the divine realm and downwards, so the deeper one goes, the more distorted and broken the world becomes.

Unspeakable things swim beneath the surface of the boundless sea, and dark things breed in the darkness beneath the city-state.

Humans used fire to dispel the darkness, steam engines to fight the waves, and the lives of generations of adventurers to explore the unknown in the darkness.

The boundary of the Boundless Sea is called the Eternal Curtain, which Lynn secretly refers to as the air wall at the boundary of the map. There is no normal spacetime outside the Eternal Curtain.

However, Lynn, who witnessed Duncan's voyage, knew very well that the sea, which was named after the boundless ocean, was nothing more than a small refuge.

In the Great Annihilation that destroyed countless worlds, the last great forces of each universe, the beings known as the "Ancient Kings," built it to preserve the spark of life and civilization.

The city-states in the boundless sea worship four righteous gods, who are the four most powerful beings among the ancient kings, and they maintain their sanctuary with everything they have.

These four beings are Rahm, the god of wisdom who governs both wisdom and foolishness; Gomona, the goddess of storms and still waters who governs both storms and still waters; Tarrigin, the eternal flame who governs both history and time; and Bartók, the ruler of death who governs both death and life.

In reality, there are beings known as evil gods. Mortals believe that they covet the world and are the source of pollution and corruption. They also believe that the anomalies above the boundless sea originate from them and the warp itself.

The two most well-known evil gods are the "Creeping Sun" Black Sun and the Deep Lord.

However, these "evil gods" were once part of the ancient kings, and were the foundation upon which the sanctuary was created and sustained.

But mortals are right; they are indeed the source of pollution and corruption, threatening everything in the sanctuary.

Because the Great Annihilation is still ongoing, everything in every old universe is an object, including the ancient kings, and the "evil gods" are those in poor condition.

At this point, several decades had passed since the Lost Home sank into subspace.

The embers are dying out, yet the world continues its predetermined path of corruption.

  

This dilapidated chariot, painstakingly pieced together from scrap by ancient kings, was destined to disintegrate—something they had already foreseen.

What they did was to delay for one second, and then another, in order to grasp at that sliver of hope. Even if no hope came, the very survival of civilization every second was meaningful.

The collapse of the sanctuary was anticipated by the gods, and the creation of the world hanging in the sky, like the Sword of Damocles, served as a reminder to all great beings:

The Great Annihilation is not over yet.

The apocalypse is chasing them, chasing them in space, chasing them in time, chasing them in rules, chasing them in information.

But today, something seems different.

A message came from the creation of the world, which flowed with pale light.

In the dark space behind the creation of the world, a blazing star, releasing immense gravity, received it.

"Creep Sun" Black Sun!

This blazing sun, burning in the illusion, slowly turned an angle, turning the dark, pale flesh and the coiled, withered tentacles stretching for billions of kilometers toward the creation of the world.

Surrounded by flesh and tentacles, the enormous eye, half-open and half-closed, seemingly dead for countless years, appeared to come alive again.

After the world is destroyed, time becomes immeasurable, and after that immeasurable time, no new information has ever emerged from the ashes of the universe's destruction.

Not to mention the creation of the world as a manifestation of the Great Annihilation.

Until now, information has appeared in a place where theoretically nothing should exist!

The dark flesh trembled excitedly, and the fiery corona on it brightened as the black sun stretched out its tentacles to touch that message.

Upon receiving the message, Black Sun fell silent instantly.

After an unknown amount of time, this twisted and indescribable "ancient god" suddenly emitted a series of strange tremors and gurgling sounds from within its body. Then, the chaotic sounds reformed into a single, rational syllable—

"……what?"

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The gods are communicating, and these communications determine the fate of the world; complex streams of information flow through the eternal veil.

"Source - Queen Leviathan (Gomona, the Goddess of Storms) - The situation... is not optimistic, a critical point is imminent..."

"Source of the message - King of Fire - Any new records?"

"Source – Bartók (Death Lord, the only registered internet user) – Bad news… Node feedback is becoming increasingly unclear… The Cluster Controller (Deep Lord) continues its copying of the biological blueprint… It’s uncertain when it will completely spiral out of control…"

"Source - lh02 (Rahm, the God of Wisdom) - The simulation has failed once again. Everything in the closed world still cannot exceed the preset parameters."

"The source of the message - the sun wheel - is the message from beyond the world that comes from the creation of the world."

"Source - Queen Leviathan -?"

"Source - Bartók - Some rare good news."

"Source - lh02 - Requesting information sharing"

"Source of the message - King of Fire - Long time no see, Sun Wheel. This deserves its own line on the memorial column."

"Source – Queen Leviathan – Shocking intelligence! What's next?"

"Source: Sun Wheel - No follow-up."

"Source: Bartók, Queen Leviathan, Lord of Fire, lh02—?"

"Source of information - Japanese ship - The information source sent a message asking if there were any second-hand ships and then stopped."

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A mysterious world, a long-legged bread truck on the sea.

Lynn called out the name of the Lost Home, and the name of Duncan Abnomar, pleading with the Green Flame to join the Lost Home Fleet, but none of these attempts were answered.

"Sigh, still can't get in touch?" Lynn sighed, looked at the fishing rod he had cast earlier, and took a sip of sweet iced tea.

He shouted helplessly, "Hey...hey? How do I get to the ship management office? I need to get a license plate!"

"My name is Lynn, a veteran sailor from the Boundless Sea! My previous ship, the Green Flame one, the Lost Home... uh, the lifeboat, it's gone over there at the dock!"

The sound echoed on the sea, then vanished without a trace, without a response.

Lynn muttered to himself, "I'm in the next world now, called the Mysterious World. The sea here is alright, but the 'Captain' has already been sent and it's shattered into a pile of pieces."

"I really need the support of the Lost Home right now..."

He leaned back, imagining someone had heard him: "Listen to me! This is part of the plan!"

"If there's no support, some secondhand ships will do..."

"There needs to be at least one ship in the fleet..."

The sound echoed across the sea, and the waves continued to pound against the large van, its two legs idly dangling in the water.

No one responded to Lynn.

Lynn picked up the fishing rod:

"The air force is down again."