Chapter 58 “Bilge”
Duncan had always wondered what was so unique and dangerous about the gothic doll that made sailors fear her very na.
It’s true that a self-moving, sane puppet was very freaky in itself, and the scene of her occasionally running around with her head off was shocking. However, in Duncan’s view, this level of freakiness wouldn’t be enough to get her a spot in the upper rank of the Anomaly list.
According to Nina’s own words:
Anomaly 196 – Blood, a dangerous anomaly contained and sealed in the underground sanctuary of the Church of Pland. Its body is the equivalent to the blood volu of an adult male’s whole body. It has the characteristics of flowing on its own and will actively try to replace the blood of any nearby eligible “host” for occupation. The way to prevent its escape is to store it within twenty-two blood tanks and maintain a freezing temperature. However, if soone bleeds within ten ters of the storage site, the seal will imdiately fail with the person promptly attached by Anomaly 196.
Important notice – this anomaly ignores any counterasures by a Saint and will kill its hosts as a result.
As one of the most dangerous anomalies managed by the Pland city-state, information about Anomaly 196-Blood is always open to the public. This ensures that once the anomaly leaks into the urban area, authorities can quickly locate it and take action to deal with it.
Duncan didn’t know what the concept of a so-called “saint” was, but by the naming, it was supposed to correspond to so sort of fairly powerful level of a transcendent being. Perhaps that inquisitor Vanna who had appeared in the newspapers was a saint and wielded so kind of power as a transcendent being—and how many Saints like her could possibly stand up to the Anomaly 196 in these city-states?
This was just an anomaly at the further end of the hundreds, nearly hitting the two hundred mark. The fact that Alice was ranked 099 ant she’s far more dangerous than what Blood could do.
Although according to Nina, there was so uncertainty between the numbering of anomalies and visions, and different anomalies and visions are not always able to be compared and contrasted in terms of weakness and strength. Nevertheless, the top anomalies and visions usually had a higher risk in general or stranger and uncontrollable “characteristics”. In many cases, they’ve caused enough damage to contribute to a special historical event, thus firmly earning themselves a spot in the high rankers.
In any case, one only needs to know that the number within a hundred rank represented danger or so kind of extrely tricky characteristic. But this cursed doll nad Alice though….
Duncan subconsciously glanced back at Alice, who was honestly following behind him and smiling innocently back at the attention.
It is impossible to expect this one to figure out her own dangerous aspect. Maybe there is information kept inside the historical archives at Pland. But will they let an antique dealer in the lower parts of the city have access?
Duncan pondered the feasibility of the idea while continuing to creep through the cabins. Through their exploration, the green flas from the lantern in his hand also revealed more of the area. It’s eerie and psychedelic in how warped everything appeared. It’s like everything’s a mirror image of what it should be under the green glow’s illumination.
To outsiders, this would likely give them a headache and seizure. But in Duncan’s case, he only found his mind getting calr and clearer through the feedback of the ship. Right now, he’s definitely regaining control on parts of the ship that hadn’t co to him the first ti around, which had the added effect of calming the restless items down here.
“You really are afraid of the bottom of the sea. Even if it’s only you coming down to the cabins down here,” Duncan suddenly said to Alice, who was clinging closely behind his back.
“I… I didn’t expect it either!” Alice forced her composure, “Back then, I only thought this was part of the ship. I didn’t think going below deck ant going below sea level! I’m just a puppet!”
“You don’t even have a digestive tract, yet you still study cooking. Don’t use the fact that you’re a doll as an excuse,” Duncan said casually, “and you’ll need to make up for your lack of knowledge later on the ship.”
Alice sighed in frustration over that remark before Duncan interrupted, “Why are you so afraid of the deep sea anyway? Or rather… Why are you so afraid of ‘soaking in the sea’? I know that the deep sea is dangerous, and many people are afraid of the water like you. Still, the way you’re behaving… it appears more severe than I initially thought that just imagining you’re underwater is enough to scare you silly. Hey, quit grabbing the frills on your dress. If it tears, there’s nothing on the ship to sew it back on.”
“Oh,” Alice quickly relaxed her hand a little but then unconsciously tugged at the button instead, “I… I didn’t think about this problem at all. I’m just afraid. Is being afraid not okay?”
Duncan refused to comnt on the doll’s question and focused back on what was in front. The stairs here led to sowhere deeper into the ship, probably down to the lowest point where it t with the waters. It’s just as dark as the previous areas, but after raising the lantern to gain a better view, the pair can vaguely make out the silhouette of a door.
This discovery made the ghost captain frown because this staircase was weird. Unlike the stairs they had climbed, this one had been isolated on the opposite side of the ship, which didn’t make sense from a design perspective.
Furthermore, they’ve been walking for far too long. Sure, the Vanished was a long and big ship, the length they’ve walked didn’t add up.
Lastly, why would a door be at the end of a staircase?
Duncan grew hesitant but picked up the lantern and proceeded anyways since he didn’t like unknown variables lurking in the shadow.
Alice hesitated even more at this freaky discovery, but in the end, she too had followed suit from the rear. In her view, compared to standing alone in the darkness at the top of the last staircase, she’s better off following the captain and owner of this ghost ship.
Soon they were now standing before this mysterious door. Raising his lantern to illuminate the surroundings, Duncan quickly took notice of the words atop of the doorfra: “The Last Door of the Bilge.”
“What does this an?” Alice read the words with confusion and curiosity. “The last door of the bilge… Under normal circumstances, shouldn’t the na around the doorfra indicate its function instead?’
“Apparently a reminder,” Duncan thoughtfully withdrew his gaze from the doorfra and rested a hand on the doorknob, “If you go in and find that there is another door, don’t touch them.”
Alice nodded nervously, then saw Duncan take the final step in pushing open the “last door of the bilge.”
A strange pale shimr greeted them as they stepped through into an open space.
“This… This…” Alice’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief at what she saw. “Ca-Captain! The bottom of the ship is broken! It’s broken!”
She shouted loudly, only to be ignored by Duncan who were equally as shocked and stunned by the scene.
The deepest layer of the Vanished was fragnted!
As far as the eye could see, huge cracks of were carved into the fabric of reality, causing the room to appear fragnted and chaotic. But beyond this, Duncan could still clearly see the “scenery” beyond the bilge.
It was not the deep and dark vast sea he had imagined, but a pale and obscure nothingness mixed in with nurous lights and shadows flickering through the void.
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