"This guy's gone mad," Charles concluded about the author of the sailing diary he was holding in his hands.
Whether it was the reverse order of dates or his disordered tone, it all indicated his mind had become extremely abnormal.
"What could exist beneath this abyss that could drive a person mad?" This question flashed through Charlton's mind, but he remained interested and continued reading.
It looked like this guy had reached the very bottom; perhaps his diary had more useful information.
"Year 4312, Month 43, Day 132
We continued to descend, the water still so cold. Everyone hid in the boiler room and didn't come out. The sailor chief couldn't stand the cold and eventually even hid inside the boiler. He seemed very happy inside,"
"We've arrived. The submarine touched bottom. There's something in the deepest part of the trench watching me. It's really bright outside. What? You want me to go out? No, it's cold outside. I don't want to go out."
