Chapter 1037: Ymir’s s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p

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After the Petrachelys left the Coldpath dimension, it first returned to Kuiper Station. During the brief stop, aside from the routine inspection and maintenance of the s.p.a.cecraft, Hao Ren had also shown Ymir some places.

The old giant was excited about s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps and s.p.a.ce.

“I have lived for 10,000 years… at least 10,000 years,” said Ymir from his own compartment in the garage of the Petrachelys. He looked at the scenery outside of the s.p.a.cecraft through a series of holograms. The grandeur of Kuiper Station excited him. “I have never seen scenery like this before! Though I know that the world above the sky is vast, it still amazes me seeing it in person,” he said.

“How do you feel about the universe?” Hao Ren accompanied Ymir, trying to build a rapport with the giant as soon as possible because he had to find the right opportunity to tell the guardian about the Plane of Dreams. The giant was a demiG.o.d; it was only proper to let him know about the G.o.ddess of creation.

Ymir thought for a moment and sounded confused. “Magnificent and amazing. I don’t know why but I feel a sense of familiarity as if I’ve also experienced wandering in between the stars before. Some images of sailing in s.p.a.ce flashed across my mind sometimes.”

After hearing what Ymir said, Hao Ren was stunned. It was really that demiG.o.d was different from the mortal species. All the otherworldlings on Earth, regardless of their technological achievements, had lost their memory of the past after the Sin of the Divine Blood affected them. But Ymir had actually retained a vague memory of being a guardian.

“You used to travel in s.p.a.ce too,” Hao Ren said bluntly. “You come from a great race, are a glorious guardian, fighting for the balance of the lives in the universe. The images you recall are what you have really experienced. It is just that it’s of another world.”

“Another world?” It was not the first Ymir had heard of these words from Hao Ren. But every time he heard it, he would have a different understanding. While in Coldpath, he thought that ‘another world’ that Hao Ren said was nothing more than a distant alien planet or a parallel universe. But when he saw the advanced and powerful patrol frigate Petrachelys, the giant s.p.a.ce station outside, and the crew in the s.p.a.ce station who were obviously working for Hao Ren, he had another thought. “You have a s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p, and you hold a very high position in this harbor, so you also have a lot of power in your hand, and your vision must be far-reaching. In this case, another world that you said must be more than just an alien planet.”

“There is a term, which I’m afraid will take me some times to explain. But we still have a lot of time today, I can tell you slowly before I go to Athens,” Hao Ren said with his leg crossed sitting in front of Ymir. “Do you know about the Plane of Dreams? It’s a universe that coexists with the real world. It’s like a phantom but also real.”

While Hao Ren quietly explained, Ymir quietly listened.

He began with the G.o.ddess of creation experimenting with the first species of life with the lifeblood and proceeding to the sow life in the Plane of Dreams. This was followed by the birth of the guardian race, and the growth of life in the Plane of Dreams. He also spoke of the shadows and undercurrents behind this prosperity. He thought that telling Ymir about this thing would be a stressful job, but after he started, he found that he was calmer than expected.

Perhaps it was the result of two-year working as an inspector, or probably Raven 12345 the neurotic G.o.ddess’ blessing had helped him, he felt having a very wonderful state of mind when telling these stories. He had not mixed his personal feelings nor did he add any unnecessary comment to the stories. He simply told what it was and what he knew, and cla.s.sified them according to the true nature of each matter, letting Ymir make his own judgment. In this process, he became a veritable observer and witness, as stated in the inspector’s inaugural manual:

You are the beacon of the empire and sentry in the void; observing and getting feedback is your mission.

Hao Ren told of the history of creation, the rebellion, the extinction of all beings, and the dark conspiracy in an absolutely third-party perspective.

Ymir was listening quietly. He would only ask when he could not understand.

It went smoother than he had expected, but the atmosphere was more bizarre than antic.i.p.ated. After he finished, Hao Ren looked at the giant’s skull, slightly perturbed. “I’ve finished. What do you think?”

Ymir pondered for a moment and gave a four-word reply. “It could not be worse.”

“Could not be worse?” Hao Ren was dumbfounded.

“It could not be worse than I had expected,” Ymir said, lowering his eyes. “I had guessed it very early on that the otherworldlings on Earth came from another world, but I was not sure if it was another planet or another universe. But no matter where they come from, such a large-scale exile could only explain one thing, that is, our home has met with a catastrophe. So I prepared for the worst from the beginning: the complete destruction of our world and the great extinction of our own people. Whatever the reason, it will be an ultimate disaster. So I think it couldn’t get any worse than this.”

“Fortunately, you lost your memory,” Hao Ren said with a sigh.

“It is true,” Ymir replied. “Hearing that my compatriots became brain monsters and planet devourers, I was shocked by their transformation. But I could imagine how much grief they had experienced. If I could see it with my own eyes, if my memory is in good condition, I’m afraid that my end would not be necessarily better than them.”

“But there are also guardians who remain normal,” Hao Ren reminded. “Though they are rare, I have already begun to gather these people,” he said.

“Since you told me this,” Ymir looked up at Hao Ren, “you must have your arrangement.”

“At the moment, I don’t know how to bring you to meet your people,” Hao Ren said as he spread out his hand. “It is relatively easy to bring a few mortals crossing the Wall of Reality as the minor data conflict would not cause widespread turbulence. But you are a demiG.o.d, and you are entangled in the cause and effect of the deicidal war; information entanglement is destructive to the Wall of Reality. I would consult my superior before deciding the method to arrange for you to meet your people. But no matter what the outcome is, I will at least find a way to arrange a meeting for you— a video meeting at the very least.”

Ymir had just heard Hao Ren explaining his ident.i.ty as a Civilization Observer. Though the information about the macro world network was confidential, Ymir had guessed that there were some powerful forces behind the Civilization Observer. So he believed in the promise and accepted the arrangement that Hao Ren had made.

“In fact, I have a sense of mission.”

Ymir suddenly said this.

“Sense of mission?” Hao Ren was curious.

Ymir could not nod, so he blinked to signify affirmation. “Yes. Though I couldn’t remember what happened in my hometown, I realized from a long time ago that I was very different from other otherworldlings in the world. The differences are: they all come to Earth in groups, but I am alone; their innate hostility is almost out of control, but I can control my emotions very well; the most important thing is that they arrived on this planet and were randomly scattered around the world as if they had no plans. But I… I remember that I came in some kind of vessel. The vessel was steadily parked on a plain. Judging from the surrounding environment, it was a smooth landing,” Ymir said.

While saying, he looked at Hao Ren’s s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p. “From what I could remember, I think that the vessel is like a s.h.i.+p; it is a s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p.”

Hao Ren suddenly became somber.

Ymir had said the keywords: smooth landing.

“You came to Earth in a s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p? Are you sure that it landed smoothly? He looked at Ymir’s eyes. “Do you know what a smooth landing of a s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p looks like?”

Ymir had lost his memory. Like the sirens of Nasaton, he had not even been able to tell the name of the vessel he used to ride in the past tens of thousands of years. The old giant had only realized that it was a s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p after seeing Hao Ren’s s.p.a.cecraft, So Hao Ren was very skeptical about Ymir’s judgment.

“I don’t remember how to pilot a s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p, but at least I still remember that it was facing upright,” Ymir said and blinked. “And it landed in the middle of a plain, and each of its landing gears unfolded at the right angle. There were no falling parts, no impact crater nor signs of a hard landing. Even if I didn’t know that it was a s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p, I could sense that it was stable when it landed on the earth,” he said.

Hao Ren’s mind was racing.

The Nasaton, the giant s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p of the sirens, crashed into the deep sea and the bottom of the s.h.i.+p was severely damaged. When the Tannaeans came to Earth, they certainly did not leave behind any s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p, otherwise, they would not have been stranded in the Golden Manor for thousands of years and were still unable to launch their s.p.a.cecraft, and not to mention the ancient G.o.ds such as Zeus and Odin who came to Earth alone and barely survived in the wilderness.

All otherworldlings came to Earth and was forced to conduct a hard landing, if not crash landing.

However, Ymir’s s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p landed smoothly!

What did this mean? This showed that other races were thrown into this world pa.s.sively. Only Ymir had arrived smoothly in his own vessel! He came here with a purpose!

“Where is that s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p?” Hao Ren asked immediately.

Ymir had lost his memory because he was still a living body after all, and the Sin of the Divine Blood affected the living body most. But his s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p might have some records. The Nasaton s.p.a.cecraft was a mortal-made object, so the s.h.i.+p’s log was chaotic. But Ymir’s s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p was a semi divine artifact. It was the divine artifact to counter the divine blood, and the s.h.i.+p’s log could have survived. The s.p.a.cecraft may contain information that answered questions of the unusual creatures’ crossing to Earth.