"Ten years! A whole ten years! A whole ten years have 5256,000 minutes! A cycle has 40 minutes, which means 131,400 times!!"

The wrench became more and more excited as she spoke, and saliva flew everywhere. "Do you know why I can remember so clearly? Didn't be driven crazy? Because every time I cycled my thinking ability, my reason would be reset! But the only thing that had not been reset was my memory!!"

As soon as he said this, the entire deck became completely quiet. The people with snowflakes on their faces and heads froze in place, looking at each other, and a faint breath of despair spread in the air.

Seeing that morale was gradually declining, Kras immediately began to encourage, "Don't listen to him nonsense! He was the only one at that time, and now so many of us are always able to think of a solution!"

"This seems to be a certain position and has no intelligence. We have seen similar situations, right? Just like the previous Fish Island, it was not much more dangerous than this?" After Kras interrupted, his morale finally stopped and decreased.

It is not possible to prevent morale from being reduced by light, and a solution must be found next.

Kras and the decision-making team of the first and second lieutenant began to gather together, thinking about how to find a solution.

During this period, the cycle continued, and they returned to the deck over and over again.

"I can't just sit like this. These difficulties can't stop me! You guys go in first and let me try." Lily said to them and flew into the air.

Her slender body was precious by light, and the dazzling sunlight shone out from her body, covering everything around her. The snowflakes floating in the sky and the icebergs close to the ship began to melt gradually. At this time, the sea seemed to have a sun again.

After experiencing the death light, they did not dare to watch this scene. They hid in the cabin with shock in their hearts. When the light ended, the snowflakes and icebergs in the sky disappeared and became much cleaner in an instant.

"Success?" Kras led the other crew members out and looked up at the dark and dull top.

The snowflakes disappeared and it didn't seem to fall again. A glimmer of hope gradually emerged on everyone's faces.

But the next second, they were teleported to the deck again, and the snowflakes in the sky fell again, and a new cycle began again.

Seeing her own way, Lily pursed her lips and started a new round of attempts, but no matter how she used the power in her body, she would always be teleported back to the deck.

Finally, after trying 15 cycles, Lily stopped. The powerful energy left to her by the God of Light had no effect on this strange scene. This was the first time for her.

Lily's eyes were red and a hint of grievance appeared on her face, but she immediately put away this expression.

She is no longer a child, and there is no one to rely on her, so she must persevere.

Lily sat down and began to analyze the experiences she had experienced after so many experiments.

Seeing that Lily's method was not good, Kras, as the captain, stood up.

He gathered all the crew members who fell into the trap, and after thinking for a few seconds, he spoke: "Just just now, my first mate and I thought of several possible ways to succeed, and everyone must do what I said."

"The reason we enter this cycle is because we touched the white thing, and we don't know how that thing affects us, but maybe we can try to isolate it from affecting us."

"After entering the cycle again, the first mate starts to record the number of cycles, and then with water, you aim your wind tunnel relics at the sky to blow away all the snow. Others use the blade to cut off the part of their body that is touching the snow on their bodies, whether it is hair, clothes or skin, they must be cut off as soon as possible!"

This method is outrageous, but no one of the crew members opposed it. On the ship, the captain's orders were everything.

A new round of attempts has begun, but this is still useless, even if they cut all over their body blood, it still has no effect.

Seeing that the first plan didn't work, Kras continued the next plan, repeating it over and over again, while they tried it over and over again.

After 12 cycles, Kras finally tried all the plans, everyone stood there, no one spoke, and the atmosphere became weird.

"It's okay! Let's continue thinking! This time everyone thinks together!" The firm Kras had no intention of giving up.

They talked about solutions to each other, and even Lily joined in, and they were not hungry or sleepy in the loop.

Make a solution and try it, and it goes over and over again.

I don't know how long it took, but when they returned to the deck again, no one was talking this time, even Koras was the same.

They have thought of various solutions, and they can no longer squeeze out new things in their thinking.

Everyone looked at Kras and waited for the captain to issue new orders.

Everyone is forced to break down. They are always determined to have a way to leave, or they have to force themselves to deceive themselves.

Feeling that the crew members were looking like their substantial eyes, Kras seemed to be carrying a mountain on his back.

After this suppressed atmosphere lasted for several cycles, Kras spoke with difficulty. "Come on! We start trying to pray to the gods!"

Hearing this, everyone's pupils suddenly shrank. The danger of doing so was extremely great. Everyone knew that praying to any god was taboo at sea.

It would be fine if they didn't respond, but if there was a response, perhaps the God's response would be worse than what is now.

Perhaps Kras really has no other way to come up with this bad decision.

God of Light

Bird of suffering

The eyes in the heart

Fertan

Thunderbolt ship

Punos

Idik

Feaster

The earth and sea were many gods believed in. They began to try one by one, pray to him, and even began to work together to draw their portraits on the deck.

Every time they change a god through a cycle, nothing changes when all the gods they know are used up.

Kras didn't boost morale anymore, because the morale of the crew had reached its lowest point.

"First mate, how long have we been in?" Kras picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"I'm counting, fifteen days have passed." The first mate's words completely crushed everyone's mind.

Fifteen days have just passed, and they have to spend the remaining nine years, eleven months, fifteen days in this desperate day!

Everyone is venting their fear in their hearts in their own way, some scolding, some roaring and some crying.

Among them, people who are not mentally seldom adopt more extreme methods.

"Damn it! It's so fucking boring! I'll leave first!" A sailor suddenly raised his pistol, pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger hard.

"Touch!" The white and red color instantly spread on the snow, and in an instant, the surroundings became quiet. Everyone subconsciously looked at their weapons.

At this moment, the cycle began again, and everyone was stunned to find that the sailor who had just died appeared intact next to them.

"Hahaha, it's useless, do you really think I haven't tried suicide in the past ten years?"
Chapter completed!