Ark Undead

Greyhound also asked a couple of casual questions.

Scout listened, he said.

“It was originally very dangerous, but there were some things that were necessary, so Kal'tsit assigned our elite operators to do these things.”

"Oh..."

The greyhound nodded, indicating that it understood.

Just as Scout was about to immerse himself in the book in his hand, Greyhound suddenly spoke.

"Huh? Are the spears that Kroos left behind still there? The ones from the corridors on the seventh and eighth floors?"

"No, I didn't see it when I went there."

Scout casually replied that he hadn't seen it.

But as he finished speaking, he seemed to realize something, and slightly raised his eyes to glance at the greyhound over there.

"Is that so...?"

Greyhound also stared at the book in front of him, and leisurely turned to the next page.

Just as Scout was about to look away, a bright blue light suddenly burst out from the corner of his eye.

A short, crystal-blue dagger shot out at an extremely short distance, aiming for Scout's forehead.

Scout used the book in his hand as a shield, turning his head away to the side.

But just behind his sight, another straight sword materialized and stabbed directly at Scout's neck.

Scout was both shocked and furious, and he shouted.

"Greyhound! What are you doing! Are you crazy?!"

The greyhound on the other side remained unmoved, his gaze extremely calm, and he continued to extend his straight sword.

Scout could only try his best to dodge, but unfortunately the angles were too narrow and the Greyhound had blocked all the possible escape routes.

He tried to kick the greyhound in its groin to create an opportunity to escape.

But Greyhound seemed to have anticipated everything. He dodged to the side, and the longsword in his hand dissipated from its solidified form, turning into specks of light that disappeared into the air.

The hand that was gripping the longsword transformed into a palm and slashed fiercely at Scout's jaw.

Scout felt a sharp pain as his throat was struck.

After a dazzling display, a crystal-blue dagger was already pressed against Scout's head.

"you..."

Scout wanted to speak, but his throat had just been cleaved, and he couldn't utter a word.

"I wasn't sure if I came in alone or if everyone came in."

Greyhound's tone was extremely calm, a stark contrast to his agitated state over the past few days.

"But thank you for your reply. At least I can confirm that you are not Scout."

Before Scout could even speak, Greyhound plunged the dagger in his hand into the side of Scout's head.

Just as Greyhound's dagger pierced the skin, Scout, whom he had been holding captive, suddenly lost some of his human form right before Greyhound's eyes.

The skin of the body transformed into a viscous flesh, as if it had been pixelated.

As Greyhound's dagger pierced the head that Greyhound had trapped in its arm, the disguised Hai Si gradually lost the ability to move after a series of meaningless struggles.

Greyhound exhaled, loosened his grip on Hai Si's corpse, and then turned his head to look at the wall beside him.

The two of them should have left marks on the wall during their struggle, but there wasn't a single sign of damage.

Just as he thought, no matter how much he tried to do something on this ship, the environment wouldn't change in the slightest.

Because that's not a real ship.

Unbeknownst to him, Greyhound had once again entered a dream. He didn't even immediately realize it was a dream.

However, some strange perception always interferes with Greyhound's external senses, making him extremely sensitive to the passage of time.

This led them to discover some flaws in the dream.

W's knife fell to the ground twice, but didn't leave even the slightest scratch on the wooden floor.

The crocodile marks that Greyhound asked about were actually marks left in a dream.

Furthermore, Ceobe did not come to Iberia with the Rhodes Island crew at all. Scout should not only not know about Ceobe, but also should not know about the fighting marks Ceobe left behind.

This means that the ship is a reconstruction of the shattered dream from before.

So, now that he knows he's dreaming, what should Greyhound do?

He got out of bed and pushed the door open.

No matter how dreams change, there is one thing that can never be perfectly replicated.

fire.

450. Argonauts who have already arrived

When he opened his eyes again, Greyhound instinctively conjured a crystal-blue blade in his hand and swung it at the figure in front of him.

He didn't care at all whether he was lying on the ground; all he knew was that if he didn't take action and strike first, he would have to start all over again.

After nearly ten cycles of dream replays, he finally found the way out and burned himself to death by the campfire. He didn't want to experience that burning sensation again.

However, just as the greyhound's blade was about to slice through the neck of the figure before it, a heavy anchor swung out.

It struck precisely in the middle of the greyhound's blade, cleaving his crystal straight sword in two.

The figure in front of him easily pinched the severed crystal blade with two fingers of his other hand.

"Okay, you're awake."

A calm and emotionless voice rang in the greyhound's ear.

At the same time, a foot kicked the greyhound's hand that was gripping the sword hilt, and then a knee pressed down on the hand that had instinctively opened, pinning it to the ground.

At this moment, Greyhound realized that he was lying on the ground and that there was someone kneeling on top of him.

The person pinning him down was a masked man who used his knee to brace against the greyhound's hand.

Realizing that his resistance was futile, Greyhound finally spoke up.

"you..."

"Alright, relax a bit. You've broken free from the dream now. In any case, you're one of the earliest Rhodes Island operators to wake up."

The man's weapon was stuck right next to the greyhound's neck.

He has a hundred ways to kill Greyhound if he does anything out of line.

Greyhound naturally understood that circumstances were beyond his control. Even though he still suspected it was a dream, he still asked.

"How can you prove it? And who are you?"

The man looked at the greyhound and spoke.

“I’m the one who helped you. If it weren’t for me, your body would have been transported out of the Agor by these sea creatures and sent to some strange place.”

"As for how to prove it, if you are willing to give me even the slightest bit of trust, you only need to go out and take a look, and you will know why."

The man finished speaking, but he still held the greyhound down, and the weapon in his hand could hit the greyhound's head at any moment.

The greyhound's eyes flickered, and it was about to speak, feigning agreement.

The man in front of them then spoke again.

"Let me make this clear first, I'm not sure what your situation is right now. Have you been taken over by Hai Si, or do you still not trust me? If you have any thoughts of resistance, feel free to try. I can't guarantee I'll hold back. After all, the current situation doesn't allow anyone to show mercy."

"Did you understand?"

The man said a lot, but when he looked at the greyhound again at the end, his tone was full of threat.

The greyhound froze for a few seconds, then slowly nodded.

The man stood up with satisfaction, took five steps back, and gave the greyhound plenty of space.

The greyhound got up from the ground, feeling a strange sense of restraint on its body. The parts that felt restrained were even covered with some kind of sticky substance.

It was only then that Greyhound noticed that beside him was a floor made entirely of fragments of the Sea King.

The scattered body parts, some even crushed into a bloody pulp, practically carpeted the floor with flesh and blood.

After standing up, Greyhound was silent for a moment, then looked at the man.

What's the date today?

“I don’t know if you’re referring to the Agor calendar or the Terra calendar. But I do know that this is the seventh day since you set sail, and you’ve been unconscious for four whole days.”

The man pointed to Hai Si on the ground.

“When I saw these things, you were already here, surrounded by them, about to be taken somewhere, so I stopped them.”

Are there any other people?

The greyhound quickly checked on its companion's condition.

"For example, a strange person covered in armor, an old woman with white hair who speaks coldly, or a woman who looks like she has a worm's head and whose mouth must smell bad when she speaks."

Greyhound described as much information as possible about the following key figures.

After listening, the man took a while to figure out what Greyhound was trying to say.

"You're probably referring to the armored knight. He left long ago, escaping Hai Si's pursuit. As for the others, I'm sorry."

The man shook his head.

"The Arke is destroyed, and I don't even know where people are now. You are the third person I have seen."

"Damaged?!"

The greyhound paused for a moment.

Regardless, he remembered that he had supposedly dived to the bottom of the sea with the Arke. If the Arke was destroyed, wouldn't that mean he was currently at the bottom of the ocean?

While thinking about this, Greyhound even took two deep breaths, trying to realize whether he was really dead and had returned to the land of the Sarkaz ancestors.