I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

On a certain battlefield in the starry sky, an unknown change is taking place.

The first day of the change.

There are a large number of dead bodies lying on the ground, there are huge giants, there are dragons with claws and claws, skeletons with dense bones, and trolls who are indomitable...

The corpses of these dead turned into the waste of the earth, and soon dissolved in the soil and turned into nourishment.

Shortly thereafter, the corpses all turned into black smoke, and flowed dully along a certain pitch-black river towards the source of the river, following their direction.

The blooming cemetery lilies of the valley are withering one after another, and are about to wither.

This is the only way for the undead to reach the depths of the netherworld.

Leading the front is a man dressed in a black robe, with a long beard, wearing a laurel crown, and holding an ebony golden power. He stepped on this untouchable river, but his steps were steady enough.

Following at the feet was a deformed hound with three weird heads. It seemed to be aware of the master's silent emotion, drooping its head, and followed beside it without saying a word.

With the arrival of the last group of "passengers", the strange river gradually dried up and broke, revealing the uneven riverbed.

As the last of the dead to return to the nether world, they faded away into the darkness.

the second day.

"Woo--"

After the Nether River dried up, the chaotic cries on the wasteland overwhelmed the waves one after another, and the creatures that failed to catch up with the boat lost their original rules, but gained eternal life for a short time.

This is no luck.

They stood slowly again as "undead", but compared with before, the creatures that should have died at this moment began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The nimble eyeballs flashed into chaos, and the organs used for thinking degenerated.

However, certain organs have changed, and teeth, minions, and muscles have become sharper and stronger.

The battle between them was originally just a group battle, but at this moment, the creatures who lost their original restraints are recklessly attacking the life they see, attacking like losing their minds.

Even those of the same ethnic group were merciless, and a terrible new round of turmoil broke out again.

On the earth, in the temple that is in charge of war and production, it was invaded by something, and there was a loud "clang" when it collided,

The statue of the goddess holding a spear and a large shield was immediately overthrown to the ground.

The statue's only head was safe and sound, and it just fell to the ground with a few bangs.

Those eyes just passed through the crack of the door of the temple, witnessing the destruction of everything in the world.

...

third day.

Disputes in various places In countless wars, the "undead" who have lost the shackles of rules have already made everything riddled with holes in the endless struggle.

Drifters in the red sea turned over a large number of rotten fish and rotten shrimps with white bellies, and they experienced a more painful torment than death.

Countless large beings were stranded on the shore, and would rather escape from this hell than continue to suffer from the turmoil.

The soil and river water were eroded by the bloody scarlet, and the birds in the sky were all scattered, their wings withered, and howling with shrill voices,

Noisy like crows by a cemetery.

The originally blue sky has also become crimson, and the huge blue moon hangs in this endless chaotic world, as if watching the changes in this land.

In the invisible shadows, a man sitting in front of a spinning wheel weaving silk threads is having a headache because the messy balls of silk threads in front of him cannot return to their original positions.

After the birth of Immortal Destiny, more and more silk threads were created, which disrupted the original arrangement, making it impossible for him to concentrate on his work.

Huge balls of silk twine around the spinner.

Finally, under the entanglement of too many silk threads, there was a "click" sound, and the machine that kept the silk threads running completely collapsed.

Incentives from the past have led to the collapse of the present, and it is impossible to maintain the future.

The thread of fate that manipulates all things has completely collapsed.

...

fourth day.

Terrible disasters and chaos completely collapsed the ecosystem, and the creatures who lost their original restraints fell into an abnormally violent state again.

This is by no means the most terrible, the truly terrible natural disaster will come on this day.

The sky seemed to have been stabbed a big wheel.

The torrential rain fell endlessly, flooding all the low-lying lands, and the rainwater accumulated in the low-lying places quickly turned into a flood, enveloping everything in the world.

The creatures who were busy with the war and fell into complete chaos fled in a panic, but the flood swept faster and swallowed all the lives they saw into the bottom of the sea.

As the flood washed away aggressively, a figure holding a fork moved above the waves, and thunder and lightning surrounded him one after another.

All the places touched are swallowed up by the sea, and various natural disasters bring about doom-like scenes.

It seems that this piece of heaven and earth must be devoured before giving up.

The soil was covered, the mountains were submerged, and only the highest peaks in the world were left above the water. They were like isolated islands in the sea.

So far, there is no distinction between land and sea in the world.

...

fifth day.

A great flood also wiped out all hope. There are no more living things in the world, and the soil soaked in seawater has lost its original vitality, and it is no longer possible to grow any food crops.

There are only a few bare peaks left on the land where it used to live, and there is only endless sea water around it.

After experiencing this great change in the world, a plump woman was at a loss. She was dressed in a black gauze and stood on a rock somewhere.

He holds a sharp dagger in one hand, and holds an infant child in the other.

Under the catastrophe, he was nurturing the baby with milk in a daze.

At first, I could still hear the baby's weak sobbing, but gradually the baby's breathing became weaker and weaker. No matter what methods the woman used, she couldn't stop its life from passing away.

The temperature of the baby's skin gradually began to drop, and the crying gradually became weaker, and finally it could not even utter a sound.

In an out-of-control order, a layer of frost slowly covered the corpse.

"boom!"

The intense pain caused the woman holding the child to cry out in pain. He fell to the ground with disheveled hair, and the baby in his arms also fell into the water.

I only heard a loud "bang" sound from the sky and the earth again, and as the woman collapsed and fell, the earth was hit by something.

The next moment, the sky collapsed.

...

sixth day.

In the chaos, two balls of light alternated back and forth.

It is from them that day and darkness are born.

But the tossing back and forth in the past six days has made the sun, moon, light and darkness lose their due meaning, and the light that maintains the world is getting weaker and weaker.

Like a candle placed in a strong wind, it is impossible to escape the fate of being extinguished.

The flames are gradually extinguished, and the person in this chaos is wearing a white robe and a golden crown on his head. He plays with light and darkness and controls the rules of the world.

He slowly removed the black gauze covering his eyes, and the sword in his hand had already broken.

And the balance in His other hand, which was used to maintain the balance, was completely tilted towards one side, and the long-maintained balance had collapsed.

Day after day of turmoil in six days, like dominoes collapsing, no matter how ambitious the project behind it is.

When the first domino is gently pushed, it is the day when the building will collapse.

After all, it was a crushing defeat.

The six gods who collapsed one after another seemed to hear dirty curses from afar,

But at the moment who cares about those innocuous things.

...

At last the seventh day came,

The Creator is tired.