Endless Debt

Chapter 1210 - 43: Traces

After a moment of silence, Bologue responded softly, "Alright, I understand."As if it wasn’t enough to confirm his resolve, Bologue added, "I’m ready at any time."

"You’re really a workaholic," Mamo remarked, "you really love your work."

Bologue explained, "No... I’m just curious about the Holy City and King Solomon’s legacy."

The great King Solomon, considered by scholars to be a being that touched upon truth, like a living miracle, seemingly omnipotent, akin to a devil.

"I’ve always longed to destroy the devil. At one point, I thought that closing the Gate of Origin would be the way to end everything, but I didn’t notice that human interests have long been closely linked to Ether."

Mamo interrupted Bologue, warning him, "So you must keep it secret, Bologue. Bury the thoughts of extraordinary extinguishment deep in your memory... Do you know what it would cause if this idea became known to the outside world? In their eyes, we might become more abominable than the devil."

The devil merely seizes souls, but what Bologue wants to do is strip them of their extraordinary authority.

To many, the soul is worthless compared to extraordinary authority.

Extraordinary Power is both strength and authority, a hierarchical class above ordinary people, once almost engulfing the continent under the Eternal Night Empire.

Few can let it go.

Bologue nodded silently, understanding the severity of the matter. After contemplating for a moment, he spoke again, "I’m looking forward to King Solomon’s legacy. Perhaps we might find something useful within it."

"For example, controlling the Gate of Origin, thereby regulating the Ether concentration in the Material Realm to ensure its stability, rather than allowing it to be consumed by an Extraordinary Disaster in the near future."

Bologue added, "There might even be some methods to restrain the devil."

"Are you treating King Solomon’s legacy like a wishing machine?" Mamo laughed.

"Just a kind of helpless expectation." Bologue sighed wearily.

"King Solomon’s legacy..."

Mamo muttered twice softly and then laughed like an old rascal, "I am rather grateful for King Solomon’s legacy."

"What’s the matter?"

"It makes me no longer fear death."

Mamo turned his head, revealing a sense of relief in his aged eyes, "Actually, people are afraid of death. It’s not just the biological instinct for survival, but also our innermost weakness."

"Don’t be fooled by me being a Seeker of Glory or having lived for many years; I’m actually super afraid of death. When I think about closing my eyes, facing the unknown, I get overwhelmed with fear."

Mamo mumbled, "But then I think, when I haven’t completely walked to death yet, my brain will be separated, my consciousness will join the mass, and it doesn’t seem so bad."

"Perhaps what’s frightening humans is not death, but the unknown after death," Bologue rationally discussed, "and when you know the destination after death, the unknown ceases to be mysterious, so you no longer fear."

"More than that, when I think that after my consciousness joins that vast cluster, I can reunite with my old friends... it sounds wonderful, even if my consciousness, their consciousness, would be clumsy replicas of the mass, it’s still comforting."

As Mamo spoke, his voice gradually faded until it was silent.

Bologue walked over nervously, just about to determine if Mamo was dead, when Mamo suddenly opened his eyes and made a face at Bologue.

"Haha!"

Mamo sat up, full of life, "Surprised?"

Bologue still had a tense face, "Very surprised, I thought you were quite rigid."

"Not too bad, not too bad..."

After the excitement, Mamo lay back down, his voice sounding weak, "Whether a Seeker of Glory or a Negative Power User, everyone possesses an indelible human nature. Who can always be an iron man?"

"Relax a bit, Bologue, war is a long affair, not something a great choice or some great power can end."

Mamo’s voice sounded like a dream, "It requires all our unity and effort."

...

Waiting.

During the long years spent in the Black Prison, Bologue thought he had become accustomed to waiting, transforming from an impatient youth into a highly patient and tolerant adult. Yet, with this day finally arriving, Bologue found himself restless again, like an enraged bull, eager to try.

Bologue could only repeatedly admonish himself, forcing himself to extinguish his thoughts with repeated warnings.

"It’s really hard..."

Lying on his bed, Bologue closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

After communicating with Mamo, Bologue inexplicably felt exhausted. He did no work that day, slinking back home as if evading difficulties, collapsing on the soft bed, craving a hint of comfort.

Soon, Bologue’s tense nerves gradually relaxed, his entire consciousness like sinking into a gentle ocean, slowly dissipating. But just as Bologue was about to completely fall asleep, a sound came from outside the door, awakening him immediately, and he looked alertly in the direction of the noise.

His heart pounded rapidly, Bologue blinked, clutching his chest, feeling the gradually calming heartbeat, with a look of helplessness and confusion on his face.

Bologue realized he no longer felt like an iron man, unsure if this was good or bad.

Opening the door, he found Palmer lying exhausted on the sofa, gasping for breath, drenched in sweat.

"Did you send Vasilina away?"

Bologue leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, scrutinizing his roommate.

"Yes, sent her away, it wasn’t easy."

Palmer rubbed his face forcefully, sighing, "She said she wanted to stay with me, I said my rent here hasn’t expired, then she offered to pay my rent. I told her there are many collectibles in the house... In short, it took a lot of effort to convince her to stay in the Cultivation Room."

"Sounds not too bad," Bologue said.

"I guess so."

Palmer exhaled deeply, then turned his gaze to Bologue, "How about you and Aimou?"

"Nothing much, just ordinary," Bologue thought Palmer’s gaze was a bit odd, "What’s up?"

"Didn’t expect it, really didn’t expect it."

Palmer temporarily forgot about his own troubles, shifting his attention to Bologue, with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Unexpected what?"

"Didn’t expect you to have such... a tender side?" Palmer looked at Bologue’s face, "Honestly, Bologue, your face looks like someone uninterested in romance."

"Huh?"

The two of them, as usual, subtly attacked each other with words, until they were tired. Bologue made some food, while Palmer found a few new videotapes.

Their faces reflected on the television screen, and in the next second, the bright light consumed their faces.

Over the next week, Oubos remained calm, with no incidents occurring. The Order Bureau gradually adapted to this high-pressure situation, dispatching one action team after another into the Rhine Alliance Territory to eliminate those troublesome Night Race.

Bologue stayed behind in Oubos, visiting York a few times. Though still under Crow’s Nest’s surveillance, unlike other nearly lifeless interrogated individuals, York seemed to be in good condition.

As for the Original Sin Armament called Thorny Pain Lock, Bologue didn’t immediately take it to Sai Zong, but instead handed it over to the Sublimation Furnace Core, to see if they could extract some useful information from this weapon.

Time moved slowly, and during this short break, besides appropriate rest, Bologue continued his intense training. He understood that no matter what kind of schemes and plots, they were all fragile before absolute power.

No matter what Bologue wanted to do, he first needed to have the power of authority.

While Bologue was undergoing arduous training, Palmer also began preparing for the promotion ceremony. In truth, this guy was quite reluctant to advance so soon, as the Debtor’s flaw continuously affected him, but Vasilina’s arrival not only signaled her employment but also brought Fuen’s orders.

The Clarks Patriarch, seeming to foresee that dark future, required Palmer to quickly enhance his strength. Meanwhile, the connection between the Wind Source Highlands and the Order Bureau became increasingly tight, the last time they were so united was during the Secret War.

For this reason, Palmer joined Bologue’s training regimen, and every day he had to consume various Alchemy Potions to adjust his body’s condition to the most perfect state.

Life suddenly became tranquil, even the looming threat of Extraordinary Disaster faded from Bologue’s mind, until one day, a familiar enemy joined the conflict between the Night Race and the Order Bureau.

"We discovered traces of the Crimson Corruption Sect around Oubos, they seem to be acting together with the Rebellious Royal Court."

Lebius spoke to Bologue with a serious expression.