บท 892: Cruel Future

Krysaos stared up at the red sky. 

It didn't seem to change with the time. 

Maybe, wherever he was... the length of the sun was different. 

Or maybe... it was all fake? Maybe he was having a... dream or nightmare or... an illusion he couldn't cut. 

If that was the case... he could only blame his shite luck. 

"Lemme tell you a secret, boyo..." Krysaos sighed, "I never thought I was good enough."

He leaned back and let out a light chuckle... The sound carried across the blood-stained deck of the Sugar-Titted Siren. 

"I mean... even back then, I got roped up in Tycon's plans-- didn't really have a say. Adventure here. Recover this artifact, there... 

"After what happened... I had a new life, a new crew... I had guys and gals I could rely on. 

"And to keep 'em... I pretended I was someone else." 

Krysaos closed his eyes and breathed in the sea rot.