Chapter 1143
[The Line of Extreme Shark and the King of Abnormal History]
Chapter 1143 [The Line of Extreme Shark and the King of Abnormal History]
At this moment, Mu gently placed one hand on the blue door, his movements steady and calm, and said in a peaceful voice:
“Eden will use the interface of Project Etita to open a connection to the Ogre world line. You three, follow behind me.”
Xia Xiu, Saint Valentine, and Kasim nodded slightly.
The next moment, the door clicked open.
There was no roar, no earth-shattering phenomenon, only a nearly silent "hum" that exploded in their ears.
The door slowly opened, and Xia Xiu, standing behind Mu, immediately saw the scene pouring out from behind the door—a group of blue bubbles, dreamlike and ethereal, surging forth from an unknown shore.
They are light yet enormous, their forms constantly changing, like a breathing collection of consciousnesses, with complex and disordered information ripples flowing across their surface.
The bubbles contained numerous fragments of narrative and bits of knowledge, each oozing an ineffable higher-dimensional perception, bringing with it an almost instinctive, corrosive impact.
This is the weight of the narrative itself.
Any extraordinary individual, even one who has already attained the highest status, could be instantly swallowed up by such a narrative storm—their thoughts would be torn apart, their structure rewritten, and they would ultimately be alienated into a single rule of authority.
But here are four swordsmen.
Having reached the pinnacle of spirituality, each of them possesses an informational weight that even the world cannot easily alter.
Having already attained great spirituality, each of them carries within them the order and authority bestowed by the Kingdom of Heaven.
As soon as they got close, the bubbles burst, as if they had been judged as untouchable by some higher being, and could only shatter and disappear at their feet.
Mu turned his head and gestured for everyone to follow.
He stepped through the door first.
Saint Valentine remained silent, put away the pages of his book, and followed closely behind.
Qasim also stepped in, his white robe rippling in the stream of light before disappearing into the world behind the door.
Xia Xiu stood in front of the door, taking one last look at [Azlut] behind him. The sky was still pure white, the crystal tower shone brightly, and the rainbow bridge had not yet faded.
He exhaled softly, straightened his top tie, and stepped into the doorway.
The door closed quietly behind him.
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The moment Xia Xiu opened his eyes, he realized that he and the other three sword-wielders had been teleported to a certain intersection of the Oosha world line—an endless deep blue sea was quietly spreading out beneath their feet.
The enormous waves rose and fell slowly around them like the breath of a sleeping beast, while the sky above them was a mix of gray and blue, filled with low-hanging, viscous clouds, as if rain was about to fall, yet also as if it would never fall.
The world seemed to be permeated with a thick, damp atmosphere. The air was filled with a salty, fishy vapor and a strange, unsettling dampness. It wasn't the true breath of life, but rather a harbinger of the growth of some twisted, alien species.
However, for sword-wielders like them who have attained great spirituality, walking on the void or on the water is as natural as breathing. Their figures stand on the sea, their robes untouched.
"Let me see..." Mu's voice came from ahead, his tone as low and steady as ever, yet carrying a penetrating power that went straight to the heart of the matter.
He slowly raised his right hand, which was covered in rings, and clenched it in front of everyone.
With this action, a faint, almost imperceptible light flashed from an ancient silver ring on his index finger—a light that, like a surging tide, instantly tore open the veil of a certain dimension before him.
The air in front of the four people immediately rippled violently, and countless suppressed and unformed narratives surged up from the depths of time like a tide. Those broken, fragmented, and altered fragments of time appeared one by one, and then quickly faded and dissipated, like a dilapidated slideshow passing by rapidly.
Mu stood amidst the distorted light and shadow, his tone calm, yet clearly audible to the other three sword-wielders:
"Let me hear what the history here has to say."
Mu's voice slowly rose on the silent sea, streams of information swirling in his palm, as if the very lifeblood of an entire era was being drawn from the bones of history and reshaped:
"The development of this worldline is very similar to that of Terra. The main structure is similar, with the emergence of extraordinary civilizations, the parallel industrial revolution, and the occurrence of the first supernatural war... but some troubles occurred in the middle."
"The timeline here is much later than Terra's..."
"The Extreme Shark Line - the divergence at this narrative juncture, the past history is no longer clear to me, it was all swallowed up by that thing, after which there is only the Extreme Shark Calendar."
He paused for a moment, a rare seriousness appearing between his brows, as if he had encountered a narrative gap that could not be immediately deciphered:
"The real problem occurred on March 12, 1954, in the Shark Calendar, or rather, in the year 1954 in the Oshark Calendar. It was only when a historical disintegration event known as the Divergence occurred that, around that day, a full century of history from 1800 to 1900 was completely swallowed up—no, it was directly cut off from the narrative of this timeline and completely erased."
“That was a glorious century for mankind,” he said, his gaze low. “The outbreak of the Industrial Revolution, the turning point of technological leaps, and the seeds of the first supernatural armament experiment were all conceived during that period, but vanished in an instant.”
Of those remaining in the world, only thirteen individuals—who call themselves Oracles—claim to still remember that history; however, their memories are contradictory and conflicting, making it impossible to piece together a unified historical record.
He gazed at the deep blue horizon in the distance, as if trying to see through the abyss of darkness that had existed for so long:
"They... may be the opposites of the members of this online resolution assembly, a reflection of memories, but there is no conclusive evidence."
As soon as Mu finished speaking, the first swordsman, Sauron Saint Valentine, slowly raised his right hand. Countless fine spiritual threads appeared on his palm, transparent and invisible, yet they seemed to connect the causal foundation of the entire reality, which was the authority of the three Fates.
The First Swordholder of Heaven is unleashing his incredible mechanism—the Six Degrees of Separation Theory: Shortest Path for Interpersonal Connections!
The six degrees of separation theory states that any two strangers in the world can be connected through a maximum of six intermediaries. To the average person, this might seem like a trivial statistical fact, but in the hands of Saint Valentine, this theory became a powerful weapon in the face of reality.
For him, each spiritual thread represents a node, a narrative, a chain of interpersonal relationships, and by focusing on any individual within it, he can use that as a starting point to quickly trace the structure and destiny of the entire human society.
He doesn't need to see everyone; he only needs one—a survivor allowed to remain by history—to see a network of relationships spanning tens of millions.
He stared at the threads, frowning, and said:
"...That's true. Although that period of history has been erased, the existing timeline has not collapsed or become paradoxical because the entity that caused this erasure—whatever its nature—forces the present narrative to be coherent in order to maintain the stability of its own structure."
His tone was slow, yet carried an undisguised solemnity and irony:
"In other words, those thousands of years of history did not truly disappear retrospectively—all subsequent events behave as if that history had actually existed... It's just that anyone who tries to travel back in time, even with just a tiny intervention, will be immediately and completely erased by reality itself."
“It’s like…” His eyes turned cold, “that historical trajectory has been hollowed out, leaving only a surface layer that has been painted over and then plastered on—it looks intact, but it’s actually an empty shell.”
Xia Xiu remained silent for a long time, stroking his chin, before finally breaking the silence: "Lord Saint Valentine, can you see how many humans there are left?"
How are they doing now?
Saint Valentine slowly raised his head. He didn't answer immediately, but instead gazed down at the threads, as if trying to give a sufficiently accurate judgment, devoid of any emotional exaggeration. However, when he finally spoke, his voice was as cold as if ice were pressing down on him.
"……not good."
"Very bad."
For the first time, his tone revealed an undisguised disgust and cold anger: "I see that this world still has countries, civilizations, educational institutions, and supernatural organizations—but everything has been completely tampered with by a mutant called Haisi."
"They have governments and lineages, and they possess extraordinary systems and social structures that are different from those of heaven, but the dominant civilization that rules this world is no longer human."
He took a deep breath and continued:
“What I see is a hideous creature, a hybrid of human, shark, and octopus. They mimic humans in form, yet retain the savagery and cruelty of deep-sea predators, and in their minds, they inherit the thought structure of some abnormal civilization.” His tone was low and incantatory: “The largest lineage in this world is called—the Fish-Flesh Cult.”
"An extreme civilization that feeds on humans, worships the ocean as its gods, and takes pride in evolution."
“They have cities, armies, schools, and even their own religions and theaters. They create human breeding farms and live experimentation sites, treating humans as sacrifices, food, and breeding vessels—all of which are considered legitimate, normal, and even aesthetic pursuits in the society dominated by Haisi.”
"In their doctrines, humans are nothing more than abandoned children of the sea who have not yet fully evolved, muddy embryos waiting to be 'fish-ified'."
At this point, Saint Valentine closed his eyes slightly, and the threads tightened, as if unwilling to look at this abhorrent scene any longer:
"The Azure Abyss (CYAN ABYSS), this is their main race, and behind them is a deity worshipped by an anomaly lineage..."
Mu then slowly said, "The Beast of Error."
Saint Valentine: "Yes, the beast of error."
The second swordsman, Qasim Muhammad, had a face as cold as iron, and his eyes, as deep as sand dunes before a storm, revealed an undisguised killing intent.
Just as Saint Valentine recounted how the Fish-Meat Cult had wantonly enslaved humanity and established the Sea-Child Civilization, he slowly raised his right fist, which was brimming with the fury of quicksand, and coldly addressed the First Swordsman beside him:
"Soren, can you see... how many countries are left in this world?"
Saint Valentine lowered his eyes and remained silent. The threads of fate in his hand expanded once more with his will, countless spiritual nodes appearing, twisting, and reorganizing before his eyes like a network of rivers. With the vision of a great spiritual being, he surveyed the power structure of the O'Shark timeline, already deeply corrupted and eroded by pollution and alienation, and slowly spoke:
"So many...so many it's disgusting."
"All four oceans have undergone transformation. In the first ocean, the most developed country is a new regime built on the ruins of the former Edisi Federation. It is an alternate version of this world federation. They call themselves Atlantos—a predatory bourgeois empire that builds an underwater order through finance and real estate."
He continued in a cold tone, “Right next to the Sargasso Sea lies the Sargasso Kingdom, whose history is long gone. All that is known is that they once had a special force that trained cannibals.”
"And in the distant third ocean, there is a mysterious regime that is manipulated by time, calling itself the Kingdom of Lemuria Time, and a semi-temple regime located off the coast of Sri Lanka, known as the Kingdom of Varuna. It is said that their king never appears in public and only issues orders when the moon is full."
"Further eastward into the ocean lies the Great Mu Kingdom, built upon the forgotten ruins of the Great Mu continent. It is one of the oldest and most fanatical lineages within the Fish-Flesh Cult. Their people have completely lost their human form."
Qasim's expression grew even more solemn, while Saint Valentine continued, "Not only the deep sea, but even the former land-based civilizations were not spared."
"The Central Ocean Lake region has been called the Inner Temple Great Lake Federation—this should be an isomorphic form of the Desire Flesh Cult and the Centrality Cult. A group of fish flesh cult descendants who regard the lake as sacred control that remaining water area. They regard the red-cheeked believers born in the lake as the successors of their gods, and the cities they build are all inverted buildings, with the water surface being their land."
"In the region that was once the Pannonian Plain, only the Pannonian Salmon Kingdom remains. Its people are all hybrids of river salmon and humans. They regard 'migrations' as reincarnation and humans as the source of impurity."
At this moment, Saint Valentine's speech slowed, but each word was as heavy as a hammer blow:
"The most terrifying thing is that even the boundaries of the ocean's edge have been polluted."
"Below the Arctic Circle lies an underground ocean called the Yagotai Sea, filled with labyrinthine underwater tunnels that connect the remnants of various decaying powers."
"This region has the largest number of free humans, but in the eyes of the Sea King World Government, it is fought over by hundreds of pirate groups. It is out of control, chaotic, and disorderly, and can no longer be called a country. Human resistance regimes are all considered pirates here, and the Sea King World Government there implements a policy of controlling people with people."
"They have recruited the seven strongest human pirates to fight against the Cartilaginous Squash Beating Alliance, a special central entity operating there. They seem to be holding out and trying to block the Sealings from further infiltration."
He paused, his gaze sharp as frost: "Those places that should have been called garbage dumps... are now a breeding ground for extraordinary civilizations."
"In the Great Spire of the North Atlantic Circulation, a ruler who melts himself into a volcanic tower covers the entire country, claiming to melt the world into a furnace."
"In the Southern Circulation, within the Revolving Forge City, there are tens of thousands of automaton legions. The ruler, The Pint, who is only an inch in size, sits on the Gear Throne, claiming to be the world's number one manufacturing nation—this is the counterpart of Diva and the Gear Orthodox Church."
"And in the great garbage belt of the eastern Pacific—the noble Circulation Nation of Fonia—yes, that's its full name, this country is ruled by a cyborg queen named Kalavia, who uses mechanical griffins modified from worm dogs as her air force, and fuses human organs with machinery, pursuing the so-called…'unity of organic aesthetics and the steel god'."
"I don't have enough data to determine whose isomorph this queen is."
"In the western Pacific Ocean, in the Circulation City, monsters make up more than 80% of the population, and the entire city has become an aggregate of alienated information."
"And the most bizarre thing is the dark circulation in the South Pacific that is shrouded in black fog all year round. That government... is no longer a civilized entity, but a living consciousness that combines claustrophobic authoritarianism with supernatural pollution. They believe in black magic, hate the world, and take polluting the world as their ultimate ideal."
Saint Valentine finally looked up towards the distant south, his voice low and somber:
"The Nazbor whirlpool awakened on the coast of what was once São Argentina, and is now considered a holy site for northern bluefin tuna, who call themselves... Argentuna (Argentina)."
Upon hearing this, Xia Xiu's pupils constricted slightly: "Argentina? How could my homeland appear here... What exactly did this beast of deception eat..."
At this moment, Saint Valentine slowly withdrew the spiritual threads between his fingers. The densely woven network of fate seemed to still linger in his eyes, but his gaze had long since turned icy cold. An icy killing intent condensed in his eyes, but it was deeply suppressed by his usual rationality and restraint.
He looked at Mu, his tone low and slow, yet carrying a silent sharpness, like a short blade piercing the truth:
"Teacher, you saw it too, right?"
"As I said before... the foundation of the official history of this world has been hollowed out, and the remaining structure is just a shell that has been artificially embellished. Those histories, which seem complete, are essentially just an outer skin disguised as the truth."
His tone became more somber and sarcastic.
"Any attempt to expose that facade or correct that period of history will be directly erased from reality."
"And the gatekeepers who maintain this pseudo-history... those who stand guard and protect this abnormal history called the Extreme Shark Line, besides the nations and lineage masters I just mentioned, there are also several extremely dangerous special individuals."
"They are the true defenders of abnormal history, the kings of this abnormal history of distorted time."
As he finished speaking, all ten rings on Mu's fingers shimmered simultaneously, like a swirling ring, slowly rotating with the gravity of his narration. His gaze was as deep as the abyss of the heavens, and his voice as resonant as the echoing toll of a bell:
"...I have indeed confirmed the existence of four anomalous historical kings."
"Napoleon Bonaparte—the dictator in Terra's history who unified the old Franzian Empire and a key participant in the First Undersea War."
"At the end of the first underwater war in this world, he was affected by some kind of abnormal effect and was transformed into an immortal Napoleon fish—an abnormal sea creature with a complete personality and command ability."
Despite seventeen subsequent coups launched by resistance groups supported by the center, each exiling him to even more remote islands… he always managed to escape, rise again, and rebuild the empire.
Mu's gaze turned sarcastic:
"Now, after the eighteenth coup, he finally returned to Corsica satisfied and declared the island an independent empire."
He paused briefly, then threw out his next sentence like a thunderbolt:
"The second one...Theodore Roosevelt."
"The most famous professional wrestler in the Edisi Federation, and once the most influential politician in the Federation."
During the height of the war, he underwent a ritual known as the Blessing of the Abyss within the Fish-Flesh Cult's lineage, briefly ascending to the status of a 'Summit Multi-functional Entity'—a composite anomaly possessing political authority, martial divinity, and the Fish-Flesh Cult's narrative power.
"And the third one is Joshua Norton."
Mu's tone changed slightly:
"A madman who was once considered a wanderer seized the opportunity presented by the fragmentation of human nations during the underwater war to launch a royal revolution in the region now known as the Alliance of Nations of Atlantos. He crowned himself Emperor Norton I and declared the region part of his new empire."
Mu paused, his gaze growing even more somber, as if piercing through layers of time's mists:
"The last one... Neville Chamberlain."
"Originally a politician in the old human civilization who advocated a policy of appeasement, he was successfully turned against the Fish-Flesh Cult during the first underwater war, and opened up a defensive line for the Sea Heirs lineage. The initial direction of the Extreme Shark Line was largely due to the political breach he created."
"The four of them are the current masters of the narrative throne in the history of Extreme Shark, the kings of abnormal history."