As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Even more disturbing than the Riddler is the Broken Dog.

The former Ron committed two original sins at once.

Ron complained in his mind, but it was understandable.

Just from the handwriting, it can be seen that when this string of words was left, the original owner of the body was on the verge of madness.

He couldn't tell what kind of pressure the original owner had endured before he was replaced by him, which would lead to such madness.

No more?

Do you want to stop studying certain things or touching certain things?

Or is he praying to some existence to stop torturing him?

What is he afraid of?

All kinds of complicated thoughts quickly grew in his mind, and Ron's mind was in chaos. He accepted the memory of the original owner, but it was mainly about common sense and knowledge, and little else.

He opened the notebook and tried to find out more content from the back, but this was a brand new notebook and there were no traces left behind.

He sighed. If he could find other notebooks and know what the original Ron had gone through, he might be able to understand what this sentence meant.

Ron rummaged around on the desk and opened every notebook and parchment, but there was nothing in it that could be connected with the notebook.

He looked for the storage ring again, but there was no relevant record in it. Perhaps Ron's previous notebook had been lost, or it might have been robbed when he was kidnapped by the Eternal Freedom Sect!

Ron shook his head. Although he had many doubts in his heart, Ron stopped thinking about this issue for the time being. He looked at the other two things on the table that attracted him.

A rubbing, a stone slab full of decay and dilapidation.

The rubbings are imprinted with the typical pattern of the Eternal Freedom Sect, which is like a symbol of human reproductive organs. This is what the sect wants Ron to interpret.

But there is no doubt that the original Ron was extremely disgusted with the Eternal Freedom Sect. He did not even translate any word on the rubbings, but just threw them aside casually.

On the contrary, the ancient and decayed slate was placed in the middle of the table. It could be seen that the original Ron attached great importance to this slate.

He should have spent a lot of energy on this slate.

The parchment next to it was filled with dense words, all records left by the original Ron.

The stone slab is in an irregular square shape, with dense ghostly symbols on it... or patterns.

These ancient characters are a series of symbols designed by the game company themselves. They are obscure and difficult to understand. It is said that there are nearly two thousand such characters in total.

A big player decrypted the game characters. At that time, Ron just glanced at them casually, but he was not very interested in them and did not pay too much attention. In comparison, he preferred some special CGs.

So now that I got the slate, I still can't figure out the true meaning of these words, which makes Ron a little annoyed.

Although the original Ron was quite accomplished in the study of ancient characters, this belonged to a long-lost civilization after all, and the difficulty of research can be imagined. Even if he completely inherited the knowledge-related memories of the original owner of the body, it would still be difficult. Only less than one-tenth of the writing on the slate can be recognized. Based on this, it is almost impossible to decipher the content on the slate.

Looking at the slate, Ron suddenly had a strange thought in his mind:

What I don’t want is not to translate the rubbings, or to continue studying or even touch this slate...

While he was thinking about it, unknowingly, his fingers had landed on the stone slab. He quickly wanted to pull his fingers away. At this moment, his mind suddenly became confused and he felt a certain kind of gaze.

It seemed that a pair of mysterious eyes were staring at him from above.

In an instant, a layer of fine pimples appeared on Ron's skin.

The feeling was not strong, but it made Ron feel the fear of falling weightlessly.

That sight, whose sight is it?

He subconsciously raised his head, but all he could see in front of him was a thick, indestructible black.

Noisy murmurs began to echo in my ears, including the crackle of burning fire, the surging waves of the sea, like the wail of someone on the verge of death, the cold operation of a machine, the moan of indulgence, and the sound of quicksand falling from an hourglass...

Ron was in a trance, his vision was taken away in an instant, and his head was in severe pain as if it had been split open by an axe. He wanted to wail, but no sound came out. He didn't want to listen to the weird murmurs, but the sounds kept pouring into his mind, allowing him to distinguish and feel...

Just when Ron was about to lose his strength and his head was about to explode, the whispering in his ears suddenly disappeared, and his body felt light and airy, as if floating in the clouds.

He tried his best to regain control of his body, but even a simple action like opening his eyes was difficult to complete. He didn't know how long it had passed, but he seemed to hear a snort, like two pieces of paper stuck together finally. Being separated, Ron opened his eyes.

The first thing that caught the eye was an extremely huge ship.

He stood on the deck and looked around. The hull of the ship was pale in color. If you look carefully, you will find that it is made up of countless weird bones.

No one knows what kind of creature these bones are. They are as huge as mountain peaks, and at the bow of the ship is a huge head, which looks like a human being, but it is really too big.

Bones without any flesh and blood are even more ferocious.

The sails hung high were sewn from decayed skin, and countless skulls hung on the railings around the deck. They were the skulls of humans...or elves, or dwarves.

Like a wind chime, it sways in the cold wind, making a crunching sound during the collision.

Looking further away, there is a dark ocean without any luster. The ink-like sea water is slowly moving like a viscous fluid.

Ron's face was solemn, with shock and confusion inevitably showing on his face.

This ship was no stranger to him.

The boat of soul crossing!

This is the place where the soul will appear after the player dies in the game Goddess X Black Beast.

The surrounding ocean is the eternal sea that players jokingly call the Black Sea.

After the player dies, the soul will stay on the soul boat for a period of time, take the soul boat, cross the eternal sea, and finally enter the Palace of the Past to start over.

This place is gloomy, silent, and depressing. It can be said to be one of the maps that makes players feel the most discomfort and fear... and after appearing here in person, that feeling is even stronger.

Why would he appear on the Soul Crossing Boat?

Could it be that...he is dead?

The sudden thoughts that came to his mind made Ron horrified and made his scalp tingle.

He subconsciously placed his palms on his chest and passed his fingers through his body silently... Ron's face became darker and darker. Now he is a pure soul body!

This is not a discovery worth celebrating.

Ron forced himself to calm down.

The boat of soul crossing, the eternal sea?

Speaking of which, in the missions released by the system, after defeating System Elsa, can you harvest the Eternal Heart?

They are all eternity. Is there some kind of connection between them?

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Ron spotted a ring with a ship-shaped pattern on his right index finger. Through this ring, he seemed to be connected to the ship to some extent.

He glanced down at his hands:

Boat of crossing souls: [Only crossing gods! 】

hiss!

Ron leaned back instantly and took a breath.

Here comes the first chapter, thank you all for your support, thank you all.