I Am Unstoppable
Chapter 273
The sun shone brightly as Jonathan and the rest stood on the ocean liner's deck.
They let out a breath of relief at the sight of such pleasant weather.
Jonathan wondered what was up with Orcus' punishment that Briana mentioned.
Why was he still alive if Orcus was here?
Besides, how coincidental was it for Briana to be separated from them by being swept away by the tide?
It was possible that she'd failed to get a firm grip on the ship due to her weaker physique as a woman, thus explaining the coincidence.
However, the uncanny circumstances of her disappearance compelled Jonathan to think twice.
He decided to cross that bridge when he came to it, as there was currently little he could do.
Jonathan reached for his phone and glanced at it.
Naturally, it was no longer functional after being submerged underwater for the entire night.
He looked at his wristwatch instead and noted it was already eight o'clock.
The watch that had already stopped ticking started once more when Jonathan eyed it.
He instantly felt unnerved by it.
An inexplicable strange feeling hung in the atmosphere surrounding him.
He deduced that it was probably already after eight in the morning.
Perhaps the time shown on the watch was no longer accurate.
That line of reasoning made sense to Jonathan, but he still asked Tate, who was beside him, “Do you have a watch? What time is it now?”
Tate replied, “We all use specialized nautical watches.” With that, he raised his wrist and took a look at it. “It's seven twenty in the morning.”
Jonathan gave him an odd look at that.
Seven twenty!
If his watch could no longer tell the time accurately, why did it stop at eight?
Jonathan couldn't figure out the situation and chose not to harp on it any further.
At that moment, Dante voiced uncertainly, “Why does this ship seem void of people?”
It was only then that Jonathan sensed that his surroundings were steeped in silence.
How was it possible for an ocean liner to be empty?
“We should take a look around,” Jonathan announced before reaching out to support Dante.
Everyone complied blindly with Jonathan's commands and voiced no objections.
Jonathan led them past the deck and corridor.
“What's that?” Tate suddenly pointed in the direction of the corridor fearfully.
Everyone trembled in fear.
Jonathan was the only one who was slightly relieved. According to his rationale, there was nothing to be afraid of as this meant someone was behind all this.
“Let's go!” Jonathan voiced as he led them forward.
They soon reached the fancily decked living room of the ocean liner.
To be precise, it was more of a banquet hall than a living room.
There was even a piano, guitar, and drum kit arranged in the hall.
The banquet hall was equally desolate despite the polished state that it was in. It was rather clean, devoid of dust and spider webs.
At its center was a dining table full of delicacies, including fruits and red wine.
“This is wonderful!” Lyle exclaimed gleefully at the abundance of food.
They had been famished for so long and had expended all their energy at sea. Therefore, Lyle was the first to succumb to his hunger at that moment.
He took hold of an apple and bit generously into it.
It did not take long for him to spit it out.
“What's wrong?” Jonathan asked.
Lyle continued spluttering for a while more. “This apple might seem fresh and crunchy, but it tasted rotten!”
Jonathan reached for an apple himself. He did not try it but instead shut his eyes.
The moment he did that, the apple felt mushy and rotten to the touch.
“Something weird is going on here!” Jonathan opened his eyes to a ripe and unblemished red apple.
“Everyone should avoid eating any of the food here as I can sense that something's off.”
Tate and Dante, who had been eager to devour the food before this, heed his words obediently.
Lyle was still muttering to himself, “This is too strange.”
It was at that moment Jonathan noticed a huge wall clock in the banquet hall.
The clock face displayed that it was five minutes past eight.
Jonathan eyed his watch and saw that it was identical to the time on the wall clock.
“All of you, compare the time on your watches to that of the wall clock here,” Jonathan instructed.
Tate, Lyle, and Dante did as they were told.
The time on all three of their watches was seven twenty-five.
Jonathan was flabbergasted.
If the time on his watch was inaccurate, why was it the same as the time on the wall clock?
On the other hand, how could Tate and the others have watches displaying the same time if his watch was accurate?
Things were taking a bizarre turn.
It was the first time Jonathan had encountered such a situation.
It seems like I have not escaped Orcus' punishment. Is all this a figment of my imagination or a rift in time and space? If so, then where exactly am I in reality? Who are Tate and the rest? Are they people that I've made up? If this is all part of my imagination, where is my physical body located?
Jonathan was bewildered.
“Mr. Lawson, is anything the matter?” Dante noticed Jonathan's blank stare and checked on him.
An idea suddenly occurred to Jonathan, and he thought of a way to determine whether or not he was living in an illusion.
“Is anyone here well-versed in calculations using mathematical equations?”
As Lyle and the others were worried about their bizarre circumstances, they were caught off guard by this question.
They thought Jonathan had come up with a solution to explain what had happened.
Tate volunteered, “I'm pretty well-versed in mathematical equations, but nothing too complicated, of course.”
Jonathan smiled. “I'm not good at it at all, and I have been struggling with an equation for some time now. Could you take a look and see if you can solve it?” He surveyed the banquet hall and soon found a pen and some paper.
Jonathan was bad at math. Therefore, he wrote down an equation for which he did not have a solution.
If everything was part of his imagination, then Tate and everyone else were made up by him.
As something of Jonathan's imagination, Tate should be unable to solve something the former was incapable of doing.
If Tate managed to do so, it would prove that he wasn't living in an illusion.
“Piece of cake!” A smile tugged on the corner of Tate's lips upon seeing the equation. “This must be the most basic equation.”
“D*mn!” Jonathan's ego was hurt.
Tate took hold of the pen and managed to solve the equation in no time at all.
Jonathan scrutinized the equation and verified that it had indeed been solved using a method unknown to him.
Jonathan was then confident that this was no illusion.
But then, it did not explain the string of strange events that transpired.
Jonathan was again thrown into a spiral of endless questioning to which there was no answer.
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