Ark Undead

"Don't try it, you're not dead. Alk is indeed damaged, but there is still air here that a normal person needs to survive."

The man immediately understood what the greyhound was thinking when he saw its action.

"If you don't understand what happened, go outside and see for yourself, and you'll find out."

The greyhound and the man were in a room that wasn't very big.

The room is surrounded by circular walls, which appear to be carved from an unidentified material as if from a single piece.

"The door is over there, please make yourself at home."

The man pointed to the doorway next to him.

The greyhound instinctively walked over and opened the door.

The first thing that catches the eye is a scene woven together by countless shadows and dim lights, as well as darkness in the distance.

After his eyes adjusted to the light, he opened them fully again, and the sight that greeted him left him frozen in place.

The towering walls, tens of meters high, allow you to see even more bizarre buildings in the distance, including fluorescent walls made with incomprehensible technology, where the images have been frozen in time before the damage occurred.

The ground beneath their feet was paved with a material resembling stone bricks, forming a road that looked like something out of a Columbia Pictures movie. It floated in the darkness, leading to the city gate.

A vast city, stretching as far as the eye can see, stands silently in this land where the world is shrouded in darkness.

Greyhound's first thought was that he had arrived at the legendary temple of the gods.

"this..."

The greyhound stammered a couple of times, then suddenly turned around to look at the man sitting on the box.

The man nodded to him.

"Welcome to Agor, child. But I don't think this is the right time."

...

After talking with the man for a while, Greyhound roughly understood the current situation.

On the third night of the voyage, everyone maintained their original routines and habits from land.

Go to bed on time and rest on time.

It was precisely because of this that the power of the Lord of Dreams was able to penetrate into the Alker, dragging everyone into the dream at the same time.

However, such a dream cannot compare to the previous one, which enveloped everyone in a massive dream.

This time, the dream had no connection to anything else; it was simply a false prison constructed solely by human consciousness.

If a person is sensitive enough to their surroundings and notices even the slightest abnormality, it will be overwhelmed by their own consciousness and automatically disintegrate after a period of time.

The duration of this coma depends on the person's mental strength.

As for those who didn't sleep, they didn't escape the calamity either.

Under the influence of the Lord of Dreams, the closer one gets to him, the more severe the impact of dreams becomes on that person.

Especially for dogs like Greyhounds, who have entered the dream world before and even faced the existence of the dream master.

His dream became more and more real and perfect, and it just so happened to take place on the Arke.

Under such circumstances, the fact that Greyhound was able to escape the dream loop within four days is already a testament to his extraordinary talent and exceptional abilities.

As for this man...

According to him, he has lost the ability to dream. Even when he closes his eyes to rest, he can never enter a dream state. It's more like his consciousness has stopped.

Thus, they escaped a terrible fate.

"You know, when the Great Quiet first began, many people lost their lives just in their dreams. Their bodily functions were damaged as their consciousness gradually weakened in the dreams. That Great Quiet took away almost all the residents of Agor."

The man handed the food in his hand to the greyhound.

The greyhound took it, politely thanked the man, and then quickly chewed it in its mouth.

Even if the food you eat in your dream is delicious, it doesn't count.

Your body will tell you the real answer: whether you need to eat or not. You should listen to your body.

"Now that the Alk has collided with Agor, it's as if it has already stepped into the territory of the Lord of Dreams, and the dream will only become more and more real."

The man also took off his mask and put the food in his hand into his mouth.

This food was taken from some unknown storage facility.

The greyhound had never eaten this before, but it tasted good to him.

"Although I really want to tell you that Agor is getting closer, I can't show myself in person."

The man's tone carried a hint of regret.

"When Alk collided with Agor, I could clearly see that the bow of the ship, which was originally heading towards the Agor dock, turned at the last moment, which allowed the entire ship to come to a stop after scraping against the Agor dock. Otherwise, we would all have died."

"I suppose the captain of the Arke was sober at that time."

Upon hearing this, Greyhound looked up.

"You mean Kal'tsit is still conscious?"

Kal'tsit was the one who steered the ship, so isn't she the captain?

"This is just a guess, it can't be confirmed. I myself don't dare to stay by the ship for long, after all, I haven't appeared in front of you. If I'm mistaken for one of those unconscious deep-sea hunters, I'll have to settle things with your men."

The man pursed his lips, took two bites of the food in his hand, and stuffed it back into his clothes.

"In short, you're alive now, and you know you've arrived in Agor. What do you plan to do?"

"Let me give you a heads-up beforehand. While you're asleep, I'll try to bring more people out of the ship's wreckage. But there are too many sea monsters guarding that side, and flames are seen erupting from it almost every day, so I don't dare go over there."

"The knight you mentioned went to check the gates late yesterday. But he couldn't find a way to open the gates of Agor. I don't know where he is now."

The man looked at the greyhound, waiting for his response.

"However, I know how to get into Agor, it just depends on whether you are willing to trust me and help me with this."

The greyhound swallowed what was in its mouth.

He had realized that the man in front of him was extending an invitation.

He still doesn't know why he was chosen again.

"why me?"

Greyhound asked the crucial question without hesitation.

"I can go directly to the ship's hull and find Mr. Undead. Why should I help you?"

The man was silent for a moment, then threw the weapon in his hand to the ground.

The huge anchor landed on the ground and took a while to slowly move backward and rest against the wall.

“I know Lapp… or rather, he’s Patch now. The ingredients for the potion he gave you and the other little girl were mostly sourced by me.”

“I know you want to enter Agor, which may overlap with my goals. And I also know that your professional abilities are not bad.”

“Agor has become very strange now. It has become the lair of the Dream Lords. It is not safe for me to rely on myself.”

"Moreover, at your speed, it would take at least half a day to get from this watchtower to the wrecked ship, and there are many sea monsters blocking the way. Not to mention that it's quite far from my destination. Even if I manage to find your companions, it will waste a lot of time."

"Furthermore, the dock switches were damaged by the impact of the Arke. Entering Agor and finding the valve is the only way to open the gate."

Are these explanations sufficient?

The man laid out all his reasons to the greyhound.

Greyhound simply couldn't find any other reason to refuse.

“The blood of the ancient gods has been taken away, and you do not know its significance. But I know that the Lord of Dreams must not be allowed to obtain it.”

"Even talking to you here is a waste of my time. So, you should make a choice quickly."

As he spoke, the man's gaze toward the greyhound grew even more piercing.

After remaining silent for less than three seconds, the greyhound extended its right hand.

"Just call me Greyhound. I'm a former Babel Tower operator and now a covert operations agent for Rhodes Island."

The man frowned slightly, but still reached out and grasped the greyhound's hand.

"Ulbian, former captain of the Third Division of the Agor Deepsea Hunters, is now just a homeless man."

Their hands touched briefly before parting.

Ulpian immediately grabbed his massive anchor.

"No time to waste, let's go."

Greyhound immediately shoved the last piece of food into its mouth, chewed it twice, and ran out of the watchtower to keep up with Ulpian's pace.

451. Ruins of Agor

Greyhound and Ulpian walked one after the other through the various collapsed buildings on the docks of Agor.

This was Greyhound's first time in Agor. Yet, he had a vague feeling that he had seen a similar architectural style somewhere before.

Actually, if things weren't so urgent, Greyhound would have liked to stay put and take a good look at the city.

Even though it's just a dock, its scale is enough to make it look down on the docks of most mobile cities on land.

On those collapsed buildings, you can still vaguely see various exquisite carvings.

Unfortunately, they are now buried in blood and grime, and illuminated by the flickering, incomplete light, like relics from an ancient era.

Ulpian and Greyhound didn't rush straight to their destination in order to save time.

There were many sea creatures along the way, huddled together in twos and threes, wandering around the watchtower.

Greyhound also saw a Seagull break off its own limbs and offer them to another Seagull.

Then the other sea creature opened its mouth, bit the limb, chewed it, and swallowed it.

Even though it was an event between monsters, this scene still left a very deep impression on Greyhound.

It's as if these sea creatures have already developed a certain level of social structure.

Because these Sealings' locations are not fixed, Greyhound and Ulpian sometimes wait in the same spot for several minutes before setting off again after the Sealings have left.