Ashes Of Deep Sea

Chapter 500 - 500 501 Departing and a... What the fuck

?Chapter 500: Chapter 501 Departing and a… What the fuck? Chapter 500: Chapter 501 Departing and a… What the fuck? For the “Counterfeit Agatha” born from the mirror, her life was split into two distinctly separate parts—

One part was warm, bright, fulfilling, filled with all her love and hate for this world and the emotional bonds she formed, which were essentially just a series of fabricated lies fed into her mind;

The other part consisted of merely three days, filled with pressure, fatigue, pain, and an eventual death-like liberation; yet, those were the only memories that truly belonged to her.

And now, as the deceased returned to the living world, the counterfeit had the chance to continue her journey. The problem that lay before her was this—the former was desirable but unattainable, and after a long time, all regrets would eventually turn into resentment, while the latter was real but frail, a pale and brief life insufficient to sustain her as a “complete person.”

Captain Duncan had given her a reminder before this inevitable difficult divergence arose, and after much contemplation, she concluded: to leave Frost.

The dark, cold depth of the sea was frightening, yet the process of “diving” had, for the first time, unveiled to her another possibility of “life,” just as the captain had described in the submarine—

“We fumble forward in endless darkness, civilization itself being a delicate and fragile rowboat. The light illuminates the area around the boat, and we use our shallow human wisdom to try to understand the silhouettes emerging from the darkness, to guess the appearance of the world…

“Most people spend their lives curled up in the safe corners of the rowboat, but someone must take up the duty of holding the light at the bow, of looking towards the horizon. This is a path that is bound to always move forward, because ‘the unknown’ is inherently a one-way concept, so… maybe I can give it a try.”

Agatha in the mirror spoke calmly, her black robe, which symbolized her role as a gatekeeper, had quietly transformed into an outfit that resembled that of a sea adventurer—similar to Martha’s, yet still retaining traces of the Death Church. She raised her hand to remove the hat that symbolized her priestly role, letting her long hair flow down. The wraps that covered her entire body slowly faded away.

She raised her head and gave Duncan a slight smile.

“Being a counterfeit, I have no real past, but I can have a real future. Let those precious memories quietly lie in the past; at least when I recall them in the future, they will still be bright and warm, not tainted with the murkiness of human frailties.

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