Unlike the busy people on the boat, there is an old man who always sits quietly at the ship's watchtower, raising his head, and there is often a jostle sound, as if something is stuck in his throat.

At the beginning, the crew often went to see if he needed any help, but later they gradually got used to it and stopped caring about him.

He was Spark Poly. He looked at the dark abyss and remembered the longing when he first stepped into this universe. At that time, he always thought how magnificent the starry sky would be, but in the end it was just pitch black, and there were a series of voyages that were so long that people would suffer from various mental illnesses.

I remember that at that time, I and a few new crew members had endless energy every day and countless expectations every day. But in the dark day after day, I gradually became speechless and everyone became silent. Spark Poly no longer had a person to speak, only thinking about the plants, soil, sun, and women on the parent star day after day, and occasionally thinking about it, maybe the same is true for other silent people.

Joining the Wrath of the Stars, he originally wanted to make enough money and go back to his mother star to spend the last time, but he suddenly realized that he was too far from home and could never go back.

He didn't have the idea of ​​gaining immortality at the Mongju. He was already very tired and could finally have a long sleep now. Sometimes he himself felt strange that he would have the idea of ​​not having enough sleep during the voyage.

When he first joined the Wind Chaser, the warship was empty, just like a cargo ship that had just been unloaded. Slowly, there were more people, especially after the fragile race called humans arrived, day after day, and hard work, on this warship, Poly got a long-lost sense of fulfillment...

Gradually, he got used to this kind of busyness like a chicken blood, used to finding various things for himself every day, and gradually got used to studying one major after another. Seeing the more and more crystal shields on the account, he didn't know what to do. Perhaps he just regarded this as a game, and breaking the game records every day was where his happiness lies.

So at the moment of disembarking from the ship, he suddenly felt a little scared when he looked at the flower world that had imagined for hundreds of years. At the last moment, he retreated to the warship that could give him a sense of security, and in the end he did not take this step and chose to stay on the ship.

A year ago, he was woken up from his dormancy to see the mysterious abysses that were circulated by countless people.

"Abyss, abyss," Poly murmured to himself. Now all he could see was a pile of extremely terrifying numbers in the abyss. In addition, races with multi-color visions can also see some magnificent colors. But in terms of Poly's three-color vision, which is the same as humans, the abyss in his eyes is just as dark as space.

By chance, another detector was sent out from the Wind-Thugger. As soon as the detector broke away from the space barrier of the warship, it changed extremely strangely, as if it had entered the water. The detector suddenly twisted and swayed.

Spark Poly smiled slightly and said inwardly that the abyss is actually quite unusual.

He was very old. In order not to cause trouble for the fleet, he had already instructed him to distribute his objects to everyone after he died, and no one wanted to throw them into the incinerator on the warship. And Jingdun originally wanted to set up a fund, but after secretly inquiring about a few people, he finally saw that Jingdun could only think too much about himself, so he donated them all to the warship.

Poly was a little sleepy again and had a lot of difficulty breathing. Just like when the first captain he worked for died, Poly began to recall his life, and recalled in a daze, but there were a few more people in front of him.

He knew that these people were sending them for the last trip, and in order not to make them seem bored, he spoke out the memories in his mind. He slowly let them go, and they listened quietly:

The mother who did not support her dreams, persuaded herself again and again, and even forced herself to die, was still young when she left.

The two girls who had a dispute over themselves but did not end up with any of them. One of them had a happy relationship with him in the Kiran grassland.

That year, I was drunk and blew a lot of people in front of the bonfire. In fact, my grandfather, who had been cowardly for the rest of his life, even stole his wine.

The friend who was looking forward to the starry sky like himself but was eventually defeated. Maybe he would live and work in peace on his mother star, with a large group of descendants, but he would regret it all his life on the grounds that he failed to step on the starry sky.

His voice was intermittent, and Joho sounded more. He thought of a prank. If he hadn't died today and lived for a few more years, what would the expressions of the young people who came to send him to him?

He felt that the endless force was slowly flowing away from the soles of his feet. He became weaker and finally had no strength to say another word, so he twisted his head to the dark abyss.

"captain!"

"captain!"

A gentle scream came.

Spark Poly was surprised and turned his head hard, but saw a two-meter-long worm standing calmly in front of him.

If it were calm, Poly would probably be surprised and moved, but today he just felt that he had seen a long-lost friend. He smiled hard and said hard: "Thank you... Thank you..."

"The Wrath of Stars will create a pension fund, and crew members who work until retirement in the Wrath of Stars will receive a pension. The name of this foundation is the Spark Poly Fund." Wang Chong said calmly.

Spark Polyna's heart gradually cooled down was filled with a heat. He knew that the captain remembered the names of every crew member, but when he called out his own name, he was still slightly moved.

At the same time, the crew members around them were also moved. They did not dare to look directly at the captain, but they scanned the captain with their own light and said in their hearts, "This is our captain."

"abyss!"

"abyss!"

Several crew members suddenly started to scream.

Poly wanted to turn his head, but he realized that he had no strength to twist his head. The next moment, an indescribable force suddenly rose and held his head over.

After one piece of darkness, flocculent nebula-like matter has appeared vaguely.

Purple, blue, and green are intertwined, woven into pieces of gorgeous colors. These colors are extremely small in area. When placed in front of you, it is like a single pixel on the screen.

The warship slowly sailed forward, and gradually, the colors became more and more colorful, like a piece of color that was painted without careful consideration, tangled in a mess, tangled in small pieces, hidden behind the darkness like clouds.

Under the unstable distortion of space, the color is even more gorgeous and colorful. It twists and turns into one changing pattern after another.

The crew members became irritated.

Poly's eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He tried to lift his eyelids, as if he had a look at the starry sky more, but his strength had dissipated. He no longer had any strength. He murmured with his last strength, closing his eyes and passing away:
Chapter completed!