The black sun hangs high

Chapter 451 Wish you good luck
As the video progressed, Hugh's expression gradually changed.

Right now, he has absolutely no way of describing his current feelings.

Hugh felt confused, uneasy, and even a little afraid.

Compared to what he had experienced in Vaan, the facts revealed by these traces and evidence before him seemed far more terrifying and bizarre.

Hugh had to pause the video. He leaned against the massive control panel and turned to look at the two corpses that were still embracing. He knew that the man among the two corpses was "Engineer Wang," who had left him the video, and the one embracing him was his lover, who was also the main person in charge of the "Continuation Beacon" in front of him.

If he could, Hugh would really like to wake these dead people one by one and ask them questions.

However, this is impossible. Even though Hugh's memories contain many magic and rituals related to souls and memories, these dead people have become nothing more than empty shells. After experiencing that incomprehensible mass death and the long wait, their soul traces have completely dissipated. Even if the creations of the Dark Abyss Palace invade this place, they will not be able to obtain any information from these shells.

Hugh stared at the corpse, his mind replaying every message in the video.

If everything the other party said is true, then Hugh is now forced to confront an extremely bizarre and terrifying fact.

This so-called Dark Abyss, a place now filled with gloom and destruction, teeming with all sorts of strange and twisted things, and bringing fear and despair to other worlds, is the homeland he longs for day and night.

That once extremely prosperous world, which also carried diverse cultures.

"..."

In silence, Hugh continued to sort through the information provided by "Engineer Wang," hoping to find some flaws or illogical points to support his claim of overturning such a cold reality.

However, after studying those words over and over again, Hughes stopped this practically pointless attempt.

Hughes realized that the other party had no motive or need to deceive a visitor who might never even come.

As the "engineer" himself said, all the resistance fighters in this facility are destined to end their lives here, and the task they are about to undertake is one that will most likely have no outcome.

Under these circumstances, deception itself has lost its meaning, and for this reason, the images left behind by this "Engineer Wang" are actually more like a peculiar suicide note.

This suicide note belonged not only to him, but also to the last group of workers in this facility.

This was the last glimmer of light before the flame was extinguished.

"If everything is true, then the 'Black Sun,' which once seriously threatened Vaan and other worlds, and the Dark Abyss Court, which launched the 'Great Hunt' for a long time, are actually the shadows cast into this universe by my homeland after it underwent anomalies..."

With his resilient spirit, Hugh managed to control his racing thoughts and wavering emotions. He regained his composure and rationality and began to continue his deductions based on the current intelligence.

"Theseus has compared the Lord of the Sea, Charon, to the 'Black Sun' more than once, and the path chosen by the Lord of the Sea is to assimilate and merge all living beings in the world, along with the world itself..."

"According to this engineer, those creations 'locked' underground by the crystal veins actually existed long ago. If mining hadn't destroyed this crystal cage, they might still be imprisoned."

Hugh reviewed the previous recording and, after confirming the other party's words, he had a vague judgment in his mind: "Although there is no way to confirm whether the so-called 'Dark Abyss Court' existed before these creations were released, based on the current information, after they devoured a sufficient number of victims, they were also affected by the messages in these souls."

"Although it is difficult to analyze exactly what the so-called 'ideology' generated by these twisted beings will look like, judging from the series of actions they ultimately took, they should be committed to bringing the entire planet under their control, eliminating all past life forms, and erasing as many hidden dangers as possible... After that, the world itself became a perceptible and manipulable part of the complex will of the 'Dark Abyss Court,' and thus the so-called 'Black Celestial Body' was born."

Thinking of this, Hugh's body trembled slightly.

At this moment, he, like the "fellow countryman" who left the image, also felt a strong sense of fear. Hugh simply couldn't imagine what kind of being could create such a huge cage inside a world, or even a planet, and imprison a group of extremely dangerous beings within it.
And, is my hometown an isolated case?
Could the same situation occur in other worlds?
For example, Brahman?

As a result, his previously calmed thoughts began to fluctuate again, because immediately, Hughes thought of the so-called "game world setting" that he had originally created.

Now, everything happening before Hugh's eyes is constantly reminding him that the creative origins of his inspirations and the words born from them probably do not lie in his own brain, but rather in some indescribable message and suggestion.

who can that be?

Theseus?
Or is it something else entirely?
However, the faceless god remained completely still. Even though Hugh had called out Theseus's name in his mind, there was no response. Unable to get a definite answer, Hugh could only turn his attention back to what was in front of him.

The video continues to play.

“When the ‘Continuing Beacon’ program officially begins operation, powerful fluctuations will sweep across the area surrounding the facility and exert a large number of unpredictable effects on the entire region… Under normal circumstances, we should certainly evacuate, but now we have nowhere to go, so the operation of the program means that everyone here will be facing death.”

"It sounds cruel, but it's also a kind of luck. At least we won't be torn to pieces and slowly swallowed up by those shadows like our other compatriots."

When discussing "death," the man in the video appeared relatively optimistic, though the weariness and helplessness that occasionally surfaced on his face were impossible to conceal.

The same situation can be seen in other workers as well.

Although everything was still progressing correctly in the video, Hugh could see that many people were on the verge of emotional collapse, or had already collapsed. Clearly, not everyone could accept such an ending.

"We'll start testing right away... You should come and take a look too, but I think the scene you see when you get here will be even more spectacular."

According to Engineer Wang, the "Continuation Beacon" base had entered the debugging phase. As the rigorous procedure progressed step by step, the lights in the hall gradually dimmed. As the readings on the base's screen continued to rise, a faint yellow light flashed through the reserved beam channel. Subsequently, green "pass" indicators appeared on the recording screens on the control panel. From the results, the procedure was operating flawlessly.

"Test complete, everything is ready."

Engineer Wang said it casually.

In Hugh's memory, such a scene should have been met with cheers or applause, but this time, the people in the hall remained silent. Only a few scholars gave their companions a hug before they began the work of resetting the base.

"Alright, then barring any unforeseen circumstances, the work here will be finished soon. Perfect timing, I'll take this opportunity to say a few more words..."

The screen shook twice as the engineer pulled up a chair and sat down in a less conspicuous spot on the edge. He gazed at his still-busy lover from afar and asked in a low voice, "I used to be very resistant to leaving messages because I felt they were meaningless... But things are different now. We can both feel the infinite potential hidden in those forces. It's just a pity that we haven't been able to accept them on a deeper level. Instead, we can only combine these forces with our existing technological systems."

"Tsk tsk... What a pity. What would it be like if such power could be controlled by the human body? The 'extraordinary' figures in literature and entertainment works would probably be like this, right?"

The camera panned to the engineer's large face. He stared at the camera and asked with a smile, "I wonder... if you fall into this category?"

"However, even if you were here... there would still be a lot of trouble to deal with. After all, combining different fields is extremely difficult."

"Speaking of which, I am curious about your world. Who knows what kind of civilizations can evolve under different environments and foundations? I hope you won't end up like us, struggling to climb up the ladder amidst war, destruction, and conflicts of interest. That's really painful and unnecessary. Many times, we even suspect that we are trapped in a huge cycle. As long as we can't break the cycle, we can't talk about true liberation and development."

"Okay, why am I telling you this? You might not even understand it, and those things might not even be useful in your world..."

At this moment, Engineer Wang was probably in a relaxed state. He slowly talked nonsense to the camera, as if he were chatting with thin air.

"Oh, by the way, after the 'Continuation Beacon' is officially launched, all of our passes should be automatically locked by the system. However, if you are interested in other things, or if you want to learn more about the 'Continuation Beacon', you might want to look in the corner of the lobby with the paintings. In an empty cargo box, I have placed a specially treated pass that should be able to help you open the locked archives."

Good luck, newcomer.

……

"waiting for your good news!"

In a hospital room, a slightly hoarse voice rang out, and then an envelope was handed to a young member of the Dawnblade. The middle-aged man, whose face was somewhat pale, nodded to the young man: "Don't forget to pick up a few new arcane artifacts. There have been quite a few attackers infiltrating the plains recently, so be careful."

"Yes, sir. I hope you recover soon!"

"Don't worry, I'm almost recovered."

The young man nodded respectfully to the "middle-aged man" who was leaning against the bed: "Then I'll be off!"

"Good luck!"

The young man quickly left the ward, gently closing the door behind him, and then disappeared into the other end of the corridor with light steps.

"Cough cough!"

The middle-aged man coughed twice, then got up from the hospital bed. He picked up a coat, put it on, and, leaning on a slightly deformed metal cane, sat down at the desk. The documents there were piled up and urgently needed to be processed.

However, before he could even open the first document, the door was pushed open again.

Sally walked in, having simplified her attire for ease of movement, looking like a female scout on the front lines.

“Mr. Felix, you’re awake? I thought you were going to sleep a little longer.”

Sally looked at the middle-aged man sitting at the desk with some surprise, then walked over and placed the documents on Felix's desk: "If you insist on dealing with the work, you might as well take a look at them first. The teacher is worried about this matter, and it would be best if you could give some advice."

“Miss Sally, you’re being a bit too polite.”

“Excuse me, sir… you are now a middle-aged man and should be respected by younger people.”

Sally smiled, skillfully picked up the water glass beside her, and turned around to make a cup of hot tea for Felix, who looked much older: "Here, the same recipe as the teacher, with half a spoonful of Saint Steel syrup added."

"OK, thanks."

Felix picked up his teacup and took a sip. The slight sweetness in the tea made him frown. He still couldn't quite understand Meyer's taste preferences. However, the information in the document quickly got Felix into work mode. He frowned, his sharp eyes scanning the lines repeatedly. Then he shook the paper and asked, "So, there's a traitor within our ranks? Is this the professor's assessment? Where did this information come from?"

"We received a tip from a resident of Watchtower, and we've taken her under protection. The instructor believes this incident is very likely related to the recent attack on our command post."

Felix nodded, pondered for a moment, then downed his tea in one gulp, gripped his cane, and stood up. "Let's go, let's set off now... I'd like to see the whistleblower first!"

(End of this chapter)