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

Ron stood silently at the door.

This was a little different from what he had imagined. He originally thought that there might be a treasure chest shining with dazzling light, a mountain of gold coins, or a powerful artifact hidden in the cabin...

Who would have thought that there were actually two coffins?

What kind of coffin can be placed in the soul boat?

The world of the dead, the boat of souls, only the gods...

A thought that made him cringe appeared in his mind, and he finally moved his eyes away from the two coffins, and then he took a closer look at the situation on the first floor of the cabin.

There is a chandelier hanging above the head, dancing with pale light. The boat of crossing the soul is quite stable, and there is no wind and waves on the black sea, but the flame in the lampshade is swaying gently.

The cabin seemed very empty, and the end could be seen at a glance, but it gave Ron the illusion of being deep and dark. Even the bright light of the chandelier could not dispel this darkness. Behind the two coffins, there was a desk with a desk on it. Filled with books of all kinds.

He could still hear faint murmurs in his ears, like the singing of sirens. Even though Ron couldn't understand the meaning of these sounds, he could still feel the inexplicable intimacy.

Here, it's weird but not gloomy. If it weren't for the flames jumping inside the lampshade, it would even make people think that this is an ancient painting that has turned yellow over time.

Speaking of which, this chandelier is awesome... I don't know what kind of energy it uses, but it can actually burn for so long, and the flames don't seem to be extinguished at all. If this were placed on Earth, America would definitely take out a tube of laundry detergent and announce that you have weapons of mass destruction.

Someone once lived here.

Perhaps, he was the previous captain of the Soul Crossing Ship?

This speculation made Ron interested in this place.

He looked around carefully again, and after confirming that there was no moving object, he finally raised his right leg again and stepped into the cabin.

There were no attacks.

This made Ron feel a little relieved. After a short pause, he walked towards the desk, trying not to look at the two coffins.

There are thick books stacked on the desk, and a bottle of ink is placed on the corner of the desk, with a quill quietly inserted in it.

A half-open piece of parchment was covered with all kinds of weird patterns and words. Ron couldn't understand those words.

It is an existence that is more twisted and difficult to understand than the ancient characters created by Archibald in the game and the sage Partridge in the real world.

This may prove that the writing and parchment were left at least a thousand years ago.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Ron slowly stretched out his fingers, trying to completely open the parchment.

Even if you don't know those ancient characters, at least you can understand them better through the patterns on them. But the moment Ron's fingers touched it, the parchment turned into fine dust and dissipated.

Not just this parchment, Ron's touch was like some kind of switch, starting a chain reaction. The parchment, books, ink, quills, and even this desk and chair all disappeared.

On the ground, there was only a handful of fine powder left, like ashes after a fire.

Ron's fingers were still hovering in the air.

The expression on his face was a little sad.

It's been too long... Time is the most terrifying force in the world. No matter what kind of existence it is, it can't resist the wear and tear of time.

Pity.

Ron felt regretful in his heart, glanced at the ashes on the ground, and was about to turn around, when his body suddenly stopped.

In the midst of the ashes, Ron suddenly saw a different existence.

That's a photo, black and white...

This photo has been protected by special magic and has not been damaged by the passage of time.

Ron knelt down and picked up the photo.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s been too long, but the photo is still blurry despite the blessing of magic. Or maybe it’s just the influence of some kind of power. I can only tell that it’s one man and five women!

Rubbing the photo with his fingers, Ron felt inexplicably a very strong feeling in his heart that he couldn't describe at all.

His heart seemed to be grabbed hard by something and pulled into a piece.

Turning over the back of the photo, there is a row of text, but it is also blurry.

Ron shook his head vigorously. It took him a long time to suppress the emotions emerging in his heart, put the photos away, and finally his eyes fell on the two coffins.

After all, there was nothing else in this cabin that could attract Ron's attention.

There are two coffins, one is silver and the other is black.

Other than that, there is almost no difference. The workmanship is very fine. It is made of some unknown wood. The joints fit very well. The surface is covered with a layer of metal and engraved with complex patterns, as if it is deliberately twisted. some kind of symbol.

The coffin lid was just fastened on, no rivets or anything like that was seen.

All in all, it gives the appearance of being easy to open.

Ron's throat moved slightly, and he seemed to hear some non-existent sound in his ears:

"Open it quickly, open it quickly, open it quickly..."

Well, in fact, this kind of sound does not exist at all. It is purely because Ron is very curious about this coffin... He must find out what is in this coffin. After all, the Soul Crossing Boat is considered by Ron as his home base.

He didn't want there to be dangers beyond his control on this soul-crossing boat.

He put his hand on the silver coffin lid, and as expected, the tentacles were cold.

laugh!

With the sound of friction, the coffin lid was pushed aside by Ron.

Sure enough, there was a person inside.

Her long silver hair was like delicate silk, covering the bottom of the coffin. Her figure was petite, as exquisite as a delicate doll, and her hands were folded gently on her chest.

The slender neck like a white swan shone with crystal luster.

She was a woman... probably, wearing the same gorgeous silver-white dress, but her chest was... very quiet.

I don’t know how long this coffin has been here, but the body inside has not yet rotted. There was even a slight blush on the skin, making him look like a living person, but his chest did not rise at all.

Ron couldn't see what she looked like. On her face, she wore a silver-white mask, covering her probably rather delicate cheeks.

The silver mask is dotted with stars.

Frowning, Ron turned to open the black coffin next to him.

It is also an exquisite corpse that looks like a doll.

Apart from the long black hair and black dress, it was no different from the other coffin.

Oh, no, there is still something different. The black mask is not decorated with stars, but with a crescent moon.

These should be two sisters, most likely twins.

They looked like they were asleep, as if just shouting "get up" in their ears could wake the sisters up.

Scream and take off their masks...Scream and take off their masks...

Faintly, there seemed to be some kind of voice that kept echoing in Ron's ears.

His right hand was shaking constantly, as if he had completely lost control, and was stretching forward involuntarily.

Clang…

The coffin is closed again!

Then he turned around and walked away without looking back.

It wasn't until after leaving the cabin that the depression in Ron's chest gradually dissipated.

Perhaps, after he becomes stronger, he will explore there again.

Looking down at the figures in the photo in his hand, Ron suddenly had an idea in his mind. Could it be that the pair of sisters in the coffin were the girls in the photo?

But soon, Ron shook his head... There was one man and five women in the photo. There were only two sisters in the coffin, and the number did not match.

Shaking his head, Ron tried to get up from the ground. At this moment, Ron felt something. He turned around and saw that System Elsa had appeared behind him at some point.

One black and one white, distinct eyes were looking at him quietly.

That quiet gaze made Ron's lips twitch slightly. This system really has no eyesight at all. Didn't you see that the host's legs were already weak? He didn't know if he came over to help him. Watch the excitement from the side.

While muttering in his heart, Ron subconsciously raised his hand to wipe the non-existent sweat on his forehead... But with this movement, he accidentally touched a thread flying in front of his eyes.

Ron was stunned... and immediately grabbed the thread representing Agnes and pulled hard!

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