I Can’t Play This Game Anymore

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The crazy actions of the crew members became increasingly incomprehensible, and some even began to mutilate themselves, letting their blood flow into the sea.

There were more and more weird symbols and graphics on the ship, but fortunately they didn't do anything to me.

Medel, who was still in the wheelhouse with me, slowly began to behave like those crazy sailors, mumbling strange words that were incomprehensible.

Two more days passed like this, and Medel finally couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed completely.

He knelt down on the ground in the cab and shouted:

"I heard it! I heard it too! He is calling us! Edward, just pray to him with me! He will lead us out of this endless hell!"

I knew that they were under great mental pressure at the moment, and I didn’t want to bother trying to explain anything to him, so I just told him:

"Medale, you're crazy."

Unexpectedly, Medel replied with a silly smile:

"Really? If I were really crazy, that would be a blessing from heaven! I wouldn't be surrounded by such fear. May God bless those who can remain rational in the face of the harmful truth.

Please join us, he is still calling us kindly! "

I didn't want to waste my last energy on these lunatics, so I kicked him out of the cab.

But I have to admit that the hallucinations in my mind are getting more and more serious.

At night I dreamed that a huge undersea monster was attached to my Marys Lester, taking the entire ship to the endless abyss of the sea.

Even though I didn't believe in the legend of sea monsters, the feeling of insignificance in the dream still scared me into a cold sweat.

And as soon as I lay down, it felt like someone was whispering in my ear. Whenever this happened, I would bite my arm and let the pain dilute the overwhelming hallucination.

I don't want to become a bunch of crazy people like them.

Even if I enter a new sea, as long as I sail in one direction long enough, I think I can get out.

It wasn't until one day two days later, just when I felt like I couldn't hold on any longer, that the scene outside the window finally changed.

A strange island appeared in front of me. It was a strange island that I had never seen before and was not marked on the charts.

The entire island looks like a huge, weird structure poking out from the water.

From the moment they saw the island, the crew became even crazier. They knelt down crazily towards the island, still speaking the same vague language.

No matter what happened to them, hope was rekindled in my heart.

At least we could get some supplies from the islands, and if we were lucky enough to meet some islanders, maybe get an idea of ​​where we were now.

But as the ship gradually approached the island, my thoughts slowly changed.

Because I just can't believe anyone lives here.

There was no soil or vegetation around, just half-formed (or just half-formed in my understanding) stones everywhere.

They were all engraved with strange patterns, and what shocked me most was that those patterns were very similar to the ones the crew said were on the ship.

Maybe they have been here before, otherwise they would not be able to draw such things under their crazy ideology.

I really can't understand the uncomfortable shape of the entire island. I don't know how to describe it, because the language and words are a little pale.

I could only simply draw some of them in my sailing journal.

Finally, my boat broke several stone pillars and finally stopped at the island.

To my surprise, Medel and the rest of the crew did not disembark one after another, but opened the cabin.

Sure enough, as they said before, what was piled inside was not ordinary goods, but cultural relics from other countries packed in wooden boxes.

The crew members were searching back and forth among the wooden boxes.

I asked them what they were doing, but no one answered me.

There are just a few people who keep saying:

"According to your guidance, I offer you this heretical evil."

Eventually they found a flat, square wooden box among the stacked wooden boxes.

As if they had found the most precious treasure, everyone hurriedly got off the boat with the wooden box without caring about other cultural relics.

I had no idea what they were going to do, I just hoped I could find some help in the morning to fix my boat and get out of this damn place as soon as possible.

To be on the safe side, I decided to follow them first. After all, the fact that they could draw similar symbols meant that they must have some knowledge of this place.

Although I had made some mental preparations, I was still shocked when I saw those strange buildings that did not comply with the laws of physics in the morning.

The stars bear witness, I saw with my own eyes a crew member stepped into a square hole in the rocks, and then fell from above his head and fell into a puddle of mud on the ground.

Others didn't care about the death of the crew, they just took the wooden box and moved on.

But I don’t know why, since I came to this island, the hallucinations before my eyes have become more and more serious. I always feel like someone is talking to me in the mist around me.

For a moment, I even felt like I was stepping on the terrifying monster in my nightmare.

I guess it was because I really hadn't eaten anything in the past two days, and my physical strength was almost exhausted after landing on the island. Finally, I leaned down in front of a stone, trying to calm myself down.

But I really couldn't hold it any longer, so I accidentally fell asleep.

I could vaguely feel the vibrations starting under my body, and at the same time, I also smelled a strong odor.

I don’t know how much time passed, but several blood-curdling screams finally woke me up.

At the same time, he could still feel that the ground he was sitting on began to shake violently, as if something huge was moving on the ground.

Thinking there was some large animal on the island, I was awakened and hid behind a rock until I felt the violent vibration gradually disappear.

I cautiously walked towards the place where the sailors had just moved.

I was originally worried that the sailors had already strayed far away and that I would not be able to catch up.

Maybe I didn't find out until I went there that they were all dead.

At first I thought they were attacked by monsters on the island.

But upon closer inspection, there were no fatal wounds on their bodies.

And although their postures were different, their faces all showed extreme fear.

I am indeed not a doctor, but from the information obtained at the scene, I can only judge:

They were probably scared to death.

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