Endless Debt

Borogo couldn't remember how he came out of the Undead Club. To be precise, when he woke up from Olivia's story, he realized again that he was "Brogo Lazarus" At that time, he was already standing on the streets of Oath City Opos.

As night falls, the streets are brightly lit, and pedestrians chat with each other, disappearing at the end of the street corner with faint laughter.

The slightly cold evening breeze flowed into Boluogo's collar, and only then did he realize that his clothes were soaked in sweat. The coldness penetrated into his bones, as if he had been soaked in ice water.

"What do you think of this story?"

Palmer walked out from behind Boluogo. This heartless guy also looked tired at this time, leaning against the wall on the street, his eyes unfocused.

"What happened has happened, and no amount of judgment can change anything."

Boluogo tried to explain it from a rational perspective, but halfway through his words, he couldn't help but sigh, "So is Sere a hero?"

If there had not been Aisha's sacrifice, if there had not been Sere's betrayal, if the Eternal Night Empire had won the Dawn War... then what would the world be like today?

Boluogo imagined that the heavy and gloomy Iron Curtain spread across every part of the continent. First, the plants withered, triggering the collapse of the food chain. The creatures disappeared one by one, and the sunlight would become only a thing in legends. Only ocean-going fishing boats far away from the mainland can get a glimpse of the warm existence above the sea.

The Eternal Night Empire may open up such a benevolent sunshine area for human beings to cultivate and maintain its own barely existing existence.

Yes, the countries fell, and the mortals turned into blood people, just like livestock, allowed to be slaughtered by the Night Clan, and collected the endless blood tax until the end of their lives.

It would be a completely dead society. The pure-blood class occupied the top of the pyramid. Their long life commanded that their power could not be shaken by anyone. All this was just to serve the top of the empire, and even the Night King himself.

Just like the ultimate condenser.

"Hero? I don't think Sere likes the word hero," Palmer guessed. "It sounds like it's humiliating him... It's too shameful for a coward to be called a hero."

Boluogo laughed twice, trying to relieve the depression in his heart, "Palmer, what do you think of the undead?"

"Immortal?"

Palmer thought for a moment and spoke his mind, "I think the undead are terrible."

Palmer began his strange description, "For example, we play "Journey to the End of the Night". The interesting thing about it is that as the game progresses, we will encounter various random events. We have tried our best to survive many crises, but if we don’t die, what’s the point of it all?”

After he finished speaking, he fell silent, looking like he was racking his brains.

"Let me think about it...to be more specific, how should I put it?"

Palmer was a little irritated. He knew what he wanted to express, but when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't express the idea clearly in a perfect way.

Burlogo captured Palmer's thoughts with precision.

"Driving force."

"Yes, yes, this is it!"

Palmer clapped his hands and applauded. He was worthy of being his partner, and he got it right.

Boluogo shook his head helplessly. Palmer's expression skills were indeed very poor, otherwise he wouldn't have been tortured by Vosilin for so long.

The two started moving again, chatting and walking aimlessly, until Boluogo felt a little tired and sat down on the steps of a parking lot.

"Yes," Bologo affirmed, "Death is an existential limitation for human beings. It gives our limited life a sense of urgency and purpose, that is, driving force."

"Precisely because we know that life is limited, we cherish time and resources more, learn, grow, and create. This recognition and fear of death has promoted human progress and development to a certain extent."

Palmer followed Burlogo's words and thought, "Just because it will pass away, it is all the more precious."

Boluogo sneered, "But as you said, the undead don't cherish such things, time and life. They have a lot of them, just like sand and gravel."

He continued to sort out his thoughts, "On the contrary, the undead are not threatened by death. Therefore, they have a completely different understanding and pursuit of the meaning and value of life.

The undead may no longer create value for self-recognition, or they may no longer feel the urgency and preciousness of life. It is like a game that cannot be lost, and life becomes boring. "

When talking about this part, Boluogo thought of the undead he had seen. Each of them was a weirdo. They became hysterical in order to add a touch of color to their pale lives.

"It's not that absolute," Palmer added, "The main thing is to distinguish between the undead, right? Guys like Sere must be the former. They even start pole dancing just to have some fun."

Borogo asked curiously, "What about the latter?"

"The latter are naturally those immortals who still have the pursuit of self-worth after becoming immortal, such as devoting themselves to a certain field, spending almost unlimited time to study and expand the boundaries of cognition."

Palmer went on to say, "Doesn't that sound good? Just keep your head down and study it for a hundred years."

"And after that?"

"After what?"

"I mean, what about after this one hundred years? Start another one hundred or one thousand years?" Bologo explained, "Don't you understand? Palmer, whether it is one hundred years or one thousand years, Thousands of years, ten thousand years, are just a moment in the near-eternal life of the immortal."

Palmer mused.

Boluogo said sadly, "No matter whether you devote yourself to art, science, thinking or anything else, they can't wear away your long life. In the end, you will still slowly fade into a pale piece."

"It sounds like the undead are really bad..."

"Yeah, it's terrible. In the end, the only thing you can trust is your unyielding will," Boluogo said quietly, "But sometimes, even I can't help but doubt myself. My will can really withstand this." Will it not deteriorate over a long period of time?"

The two looked at each other until Bologg's eyes stared at Palmer, and it was at this moment that he suddenly remembered that Bologg was also an immortal.

Palmer murmured, "Is this the future you foresee?"

"Almost, pretty desperate, right?" Boluogo said indifferently, "But don't worry, I won't become that bad, at least not now, and I still feel that I am a human being, and immortality is only a help. A tool for my purpose.”

"But like you said, you are also worried about whether you will deteriorate, whether you will become pale, whether you will become degenerate, just like what you once hated so much."

The dull Palmer finally sympathized with Burlogo's state of mind at this moment. For the first time, he was so worried about his partner.

Boluogo didn't speak. He looked up and looked not far away. A stray cat cautiously got out from under the car.

"Hold on."

Burlogo didn't know whether he was talking to Palmer or the stray cat.

He got up and left for a while. When he came back again, he was holding a large bag of chips. After giving half of it to Palmer, he picked up a few and threw them towards the stray cats.

After a sigh of relief, the stray cat disappeared from sight.

Boluogo looked helpless, "Oh, what a pity."

Sighing, Bologo asked, "Where did we just talk about?"

"I'm worried about you, Burlogo."

Palmer's face was serious, but his hands were stroking around in the bag. The fries were hot and freshly baked, and they tasted the best at this moment.

"Yes, I am also worried about myself. If I become something I hate, I will definitely be in pain."

Boluogo grabbed a handful of fries, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely.

"So my initial thoughts have remained the same."

"What?"

"Redeemed my soul and returned to normality."

Palmer thought for a while and then remembered that several years ago, when the two of them were both first-stage sublimation masters, they had a casual chat. At that time, Boluogo said that he wanted to find the devil and redeem himself from his hands. Return to your soul and return to ordinary people.

"Wait a minute, wouldn't you be immortal?"

Palmer's voice was a little higher, and there was a sound of meowing and huffing coming from the shadows.

"What do you want to say? Do you think I'm too stupid to give up on immortality?" Bologg fell down and stepped up several steps. "Look, Palmer, this is what immortality is like. You realize that it only gives you despair." , but when I asked you to let go, you didn’t dare to let go.”

"It's difficult...do you just dare?"

"Well... I dare," Boluogo told his thoughts, "My state of mind is constantly changing as I grow up. At first, I hated immortality because I had a sense of guilt in my heart, a strong sense of self-blame and self-reliance. Destroy the mentality.”

Palmer knew this story. Bologg was the only survivor of the Scorched Earth Wrath. Everything he was familiar with had disappeared in the brilliant light. It was like a nightmare that troubled him until the past few years. So much better.

"And now, the reason why I hate immortality has become what I just said, I am afraid, I am afraid that immortality will change my will, even if I feel that I will not lose."

Boluogo laughed at himself, "It's very contradictory, isn't it?"

"It's really contradictory, very contradictory." Palmer put the bag aside and rubbed his hands with his pants. "It reminds me of some extreme examples, such as self-mutilation. In fact, the person who self-injures himself does not want to hurt himself, but just uses this method. Punish yourself, vent your inner pain, or seek care from others.

Like a drowning person, shouting for help, but swallowing more and more seawater. "

The conversation between the two fell into silence again, and each of them ate French fries in silence. While eating, Boluogo was looking for the stray cat and wanted to provide the stray cat with a meal. Palmer was thinking about Bologna. About Luo Ge, he lamented that the French fries were not as crispy as Bode's.

This is true. As an immortal, Bode may have been skilled in French fries for more than ten years. How can such a French fries master be compared to a street assembly line shop?

Palmer asked, "So do you think you can redeem your soul?"

Boluogo narrowed his eyes. He remembered his nature as a soulless person, the pure soul born from the New World Project, and the gray people he saw who looked similar to himself in the void. Skeletons...

"Who knows?" Boluogo joked, "The devils are a bunch of stingy people. If they get into their hands, they will probably never come back."

"oh."

Palmer continued, "Then you will probably live forever and live into the future you described."

"Um."

Hearing Boluogo's response, Palmer felt a little sad for a moment. Obviously this had nothing to do with him, and it might be hundreds or thousands of years before this happened. Not to mention that his tomb would still be there by then. It’s no longer clear whether the Krex family, the Bureau of Order, and the Rhine League are still there.

But Palmer still felt the same sadness.

"Ah... it's over. People in the future are over." Palmer held his head in grief and anger. "You are already a bastard. If you step into the darkness again, you will be like a devil in the world!"

"The devil is already in the world!"

Boluogo couldn't help but laugh. Palmer's brain circuit was always so clear. He was not worried about the next actions against the disobedient royal court, but was worried about the extremely distant future.

"Take it easy, Palmer," said Burlogo. "It's not that desperate."

"how?"

"Just like Elsa," Bologg said, "even if she is pale and faded, she still clings to the beauty of the past and loves the world.

Elsa knew that she could never go back to the flower field in Olivia's story, but if she couldn't keep the flower field, then there would be nothing left to witness the authenticity of her memories. "

Boluogo's voice became firmer, "Similarly, I will cherish this fleeting time. It will become like a monument, engraved in the bottom of my heart, reminding myself of what kind of person I should be and what I should do. What kind of thing."

He said, patting Palmer on the shoulder, "Even then, you have already left, but as long as I close my eyes, I can see you again."

Palmer looked at Burlogo with a vague understanding. He seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand. Then he jerked all over and broke away from Burlogo's hand.

"Wow, what you said sounded so disgusting, and why did you say it as if I was dead?"

"It's almost the same. In the eyes of the undead, it's almost the same."

Burlogo deliberately prolonged the ending and joked with Palmer, "How pitiful, Palmer, you will die in another hundred years at most."

Listening to Bologna's false cry, Palmer was made to feel sick.

"Get out of here, get out of here."

Palmer stood up, keeping his distance from Burlogo.

Boluogo laughed loudly and turned to look at the parking lot. The ether surged silently. After a fierce meow, a dirty stray cat was dragged out from under the car by the power of control. It panicked It didn't work, and the hair all over his body exploded.

After tearing open the bag, Boluogo spread the fries on the ground and carefully put the stray cat down. It huffed at Boluogo while looking at the hot food. After a brief tangle, it devoured it.

"Come on, Palmer, after all, that's all in the future."

Bologo collected his emotions and then said, "As a staunch practicalist, I only care about the present."

…

Olivia stood on the rooftop, looking at the bustling city. She had to admit that she preferred the world today to the gloomy Evernight Empire in her childhood memories, even if there was no place for her in this world. .

"Oh? You can actually discover this place."

Sai Zong opened the door and walked up from the stairwell. He glanced at the rooftop filled with debris and then looked at Olivia standing on the edge.

"That group of guys used to like to have barbecues on the rooftop. They drank from dusk to dawn. They not only disturbed the residents, but also refused to clean up. After several warnings from the Order Bureau, I thought it was troublesome, so I closed the place. There are very few people there anymore. coming."

Sai Zong rummaged through the debris and pulled out two dusty chairs. He was about to move them to Olivia, but after looking at her back, Sai Zong only picked up a handful. , then sat behind Olivia and looked at the night of the city with her.

"Where's Sere?"

"He went back, to his room."

Sai Zong's tone was calm. It seemed that he had recovered from his rage. "I remember that there were many paintings in his room, and your mother should be among them."

Olivia said indifferently, "There are other women too."

Sai Zong raised his eyebrows. After getting used to Serei's romantic temperament, he almost forgot about this.

"How was your conversation with him?"

"Generally," Sai Zong said frankly, "he can face the past, but only face the past."

"coward."

Olivia's tone was still cold. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed heavily.

"I'm very scared. I feel that my strength alone is not enough to solve this crisis, even with the help of the Bureau of Order."

Recalling the Eternal Night Empire, countless thoughts rushed to her. Not to mention the supreme Night King, the mere existence of the Regent caused Olivia great pain.

"What do you think?" Olivia asked, "What are you going to do, sit back and wait for death?"

"Me? I'm still hesitating," Sai Zong thought deeply. "My members are a bunch of lazy guys who are tired of the disputes in the world. I really don't want to force them to go back to the battlefield."

"But if you don't face the war, the war will come to you."

"Yeah, it's really confusing."

Sai Zong crossed his legs and looked at the tall buildings. A hundred years ago, he never thought that the world today would develop like this.

"Even if I force, no, even if they take the initiative to go to the battlefield, they still need a leader, and I am obviously unable to hold this position," Sai Zong envisioned. "When a war is really launched, I will have better leadership than a leader." More important work to do.”

Speaking of this, Sai Zong unconsciously clenched his fists, as if he wanted to hold a handful of invisible weapons and chop at the invisible enemy.

"You want Sere to lead them? That's right. Sere is the person who knows the Eternal Night Empire best. He can kill it once with his own hands, and he can kill it a second time," Olivia said, shaking her head, "But he Even though he did that kind of thing back then, he still didn't have the courage to face his father, do you think he can do it now?"

"No," Sai Zong said decisively, "He has been soaked in alcohol and turned into waste."

Olivia sneered.

"But apart from Sere, I really can't think of a second candidate. You do have certain qualifications, but if you want to shake those behemoths, you still have to fall a lot short."

The gap that Sai Zong refers to is not only Olivia's rank, but also the purity of her blood. After the Night King's second blood donation, the Regent has become a being higher than Olivia. Only Only the last Night Clan lord, Sere, can compete with him.

Olivia turned her head and stared at Sai Zong. Sai Zong's gaze did not shy away. In the deep eyes, there were thousands of figures fighting. They lived and died, died and lived again.

"I gotta go."

Suddenly, Olivia made a decision. She was so resolute that she stood on the edge of the rooftop, as if she would jump into the crowd in the next second.

"Where are you going?"

"The Land of Eternal Night, take over my mother's unfinished work," Olivia said, showing the blood-draining dagger in her hand, "Avenge her and kill the real culprit."

"You have no chance of winning."

"I know," Olivia threw out the weapon in her hand, "so this weapon will be left to Sere."

The blood-draining dagger fell and plunged straight into the ground. Sai Zong looked at the weapon and found that it was so perfect that it was better than most of his collections.

Olivia was in a daze. She had never been separated from this weapon since the destruction of the Eternal Night Empire. Now abandoning it was like abandoning a part of herself.

Her soft heart became firmer, and Olivia understood that this was not only about making up for her mistakes and avenging Aisha, but also about completely solving the hidden danger that threatened the world... for the world she loved.

Olivia suddenly felt less nervous, and her heart felt unexpectedly relaxed, as if her whole body was as light as a feather.

She asked, "Do you think I will be the driving force for Sere to be brave?"

Sai Zong did not answer, but carefully put away the blood-draining dagger, watching Olivia jump down, turning into a shadow and disappearing into the sea of ​​people, without a trace.