Azur Lane: The Tragic Admiral’s Azur Life

Chapter 964 Rebirth ⑩ Heart

Painful wails, vicious curses, desperate cries, all kinds of sounds intertwined to wake Yang Sikang up. When he opened his eyes, the scene before him made him feel as if he was back in the past.

This was a scene that he was very familiar with. It was pitch black all around, the light was dim and the sky was dark.

The clouds seemed to be pressing down on his head, dark lightning was surging in the gaps, and Yang Sikang woke up from the sea in the atmosphere of impending storm, with arms formed by surging black air clinging to his sides and even on his body.

The entire sea surface was completely covered by such things. They appeared in various human shapes, but not only were their facial features blurred, their images were not very stable. All kinds of sounds kept coming out of their mouths.

Different languages ​​that clearly came from different people, nationalities, and even races were intertwined together, and their dark and turbid arms were constantly trying to pull down the guy who was still floating on the sea.

He tore off the arms with an expressionless face, and roughly kicked the human figure that was approaching him into pieces. Yang Sikang stood up on this "sea" as if it was usual, tearing off the arms and limbs that had been separated from his body and turned into rotten and smelly mud and threw them aside, while staggering forward.

There is only despair in this place, no goal or end.

Yang Sikang knew very well where this place was and what those human-shaped creatures were.

War brings nothing but suffering to mankind, and wars at sea are never easier than those on land.

There are hundreds or even thousands of crew members on each warship. From generals to soldiers, everyone lives huddled in the small space squeezed out of the warship. Sometimes it is common to drift on the sea for more than a month.

Even unlike soldiers on land, crew members in naval battles do not even have the option of deserting when faced with a desperate situation. Leaving the warship on a battlefield at sea means death, and not leaving the warship may mean just a little later and having to watch one's own death.

Not everyone is a crazy fanatic. It is undeniable that even a warrior will have some negative and pessimistic thoughts in his mind at a certain moment.

These things are harmless, but under certain conditions, everything can be magnified endlessly.

When the warship you are on suffers a devastating blow and there are no other ships around to provide rescue, and you know that you are about to die but are powerless to do anything, in situations like this, the fear, anger, and resentment that humans feel before death accumulate and gather little by little.

The sea remembers everything, whether it is glory or sorrow.

These negative emotions, the vicious curses and painful wails before death, and the pain of those who did not die directly but desperately waited for death on the sea or were even burned to death by the burning sea surface are intertwined to form the opposite of the ship girls who symbolize beautiful expectations.

In the world before him, under normal circumstances, once a ship girl was sunk, she would be eroded and disturbed by these negative emotions until she degenerated little by little and became the deep sea.

But a different situation occurred during his time as admiral. The ship girls that sank in his fleet did not become part of the deep sea, and the basic state of increase and decrease was broken. Countless people therefore regarded him as hope.

But only Yang Sikang himself knew that those negative emotions had not disappeared.

His expectations became reality.

"If my ability is not enough to keep them from sacrificing themselves, then at least... at least let me bear the pain for them."

He didn't know when those strangers' voices began to appear in his ears, all kinds of voices.

It started as a faint whisper, then became clearer as time went on.

In addition to the physical and mental pain that each sinking of a ship girl brings him, the sounds echoing in his ears will become more and more numerous, clearer and more powerful.

Finally, one day, he stopped dreaming.

Whenever he closed his eyes and fell asleep, he would enter this sea, and be pulled down by them over and over again, day after day, year after year, listening to their words.

'Give up, there's no hope.'

'You are not a genius, nor a hero, and you can't save anyone.'

"Another ship girl has been sunk. You built them and brought them into this world."

'Who will sink next?'

'They all sank, why are you okay?'

He began to shorten his sleep time, and by persuading Yubari to agree to help him conduct human experiments to transform himself, he was able to significantly reduce his need for sleep. Although it came at a huge cost and there were many side effects, it was all worth it.

The sounds of the things around him were still echoing in his ears. Yang Sikang, who was suddenly pulled back to reality from his memories by these sounds, suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart.

"Get away!!!"

Yang Sikang roared angrily, and an invisible storm swept through in an instant, sweeping away all the things around him.

Yang Sikang let out a breath. He knew that this was only temporary and they would come back in a few minutes at most.

But today he is no longer bewitched by them.

He looked ahead and saw a wooden door that stood out abruptly in the seemingly endless sea, and it was out of tune with the surroundings.

He didn't think about anything and walked towards the door. Those things came back again, gathered around him, trying to drag him into the ocean of painful negative emotions, trying to make him drown in it.

Yang Sikang's steps remained firm. He walked to the door and took a deep breath.

"My life was bought at the cost of the lives of hundreds of shipgirls and countless ordinary people. I can die, but I cannot die meaninglessly."

The dark shadows around him seemed to stop for a moment. Yang Sikang reached out and grasped the door handle, and everything around him disappeared.

He pushed the door open and entered, and what he saw was pure white, with no divisions in space.

He was also familiar with this space, as it was in this place that he met Li Futao.

But there is no Li Futao here now, nor that annoying woman, nor anyone else.

He was the only one here. The door behind him had closed by itself when he entered, but it did not disappear. The color of this side just turned the same white.

There was a chair not far in front of him. He walked slowly to the chair and found that there was a mirror facing the chair.

The situation is very clear.

Yang Sikang sat down on the chair, anxiously waiting for what would happen next.

However, after a long time, nothing happened.

He suddenly felt a little confused, looked straight ahead with some doubt, and subconsciously looked at himself in the mirror.

I still look like a young man, like a rookie who has just entered society. If you don't look at my eyes, I can be said to be quite energetic. However, everything is ruined as soon as I look into my eyes.

No young person would have such a look.

He stroked his chin thoughtfully. He had been in this posture for decades and had never grown a beard before.

His body has remained in this state for so many years that he himself doesn't find it strange. But now, looking at himself in the mirror, an inexplicable sadness arises in his heart.

"You don't look well."

A familiar voice suddenly came into his ears. Yang Sikang looked up in astonishment and was surprised to find that... the person in the mirror was looking at himself seriously.