Endless Debt

Boluogo stood on the desolate gray land. As far as he could see, he saw an endless desert. There was no wind, no water, and no breath of life. There was only endless gray and dead silence. It seemed that even time was here. The land came to a standstill, and an inexplicable depression and loneliness descended.

Bologg lowered his head and touched his chest, and a real touch came back from his palm. It was obvious that Bologg at this time was not an illusory consciousness like Freya, but a real entity.

But the strange thing is that he should have returned to nothingness when his consciousness. Where did this entity come from? Moreover, although he has a physical body, Bologo still cannot use the ether and secret energy, as if he is in this land. , he turned back into a true mortal.

"call……"

Boluogo sighed longly. Speaking of which, he already had a deep enough understanding of the etheric world, but he knew very little about this void.

In the dark, Boluogo suspected that his immortality was inextricably related to this place, but all of it was still sinking under the water, and his true appearance was not revealed.

it does not matter.

Boluogo knew that he was not far from the truth. As the disputes between the devils intensified, he was an extremely useful chess piece, and Leviathan would definitely compromise on him.

Wandering in this desolate world, Bologo searched for traces of Leviathan.

This is the moon hanging high above the earth, and it is also the land of Leviathan in the material world. In the dispute between him and Mammon, if Leviathan loses, Mammon will definitely notice this place and reach out to touch it. Similarly, if Mammon loses, Leviathan will definitely return to his lair to rest and recuperate.

Boluogo doesn't think there can be a winner between the two, at least not now.

Mammon and Leviathan are the same kind of devils. They are evil and cunning, and their hearts are full of conspiracies and tricks. This may be the original sin they carry, which leads to their character.

In comparison, Boluogo felt that arrogance and rage seemed more innocent... They didn't like twists and turns of conspiracies, and they only believed in absolute power.

"Speaking of it, this place can be considered part of the material world."

Boluogo raised his head and looked at the blue and clear planet behind the layers of suspended boulders. Even though it was so far away, Boluogo could still clearly see the dazzling spot standing on the top of the snow-capped mountains.

Big rift.

According to Bologo's "previous life" memory, the material world covers more than just the planet in front of him. It means the entire dimension of reality. And the destruction of the material world that Bologo often mentions is actually more inclined to this planet. The destruction of the planet.

What will it look like then?

The Great Rift continues to expand and devour, until the entire planet is included in the extraordinary power, and then triggers the final collapse.

Boluogo could more or less imagine a scene where the earth collapsed and cracks burning with lava were formed, and the continental plates sank into the sea one by one, causing waves and whirlpools.

A loud rumble came from the depths of the ocean, the sound of plates colliding and squeezing, like a prelude to the end of the world.

Under the extremely noisy extraordinary power, the entire planet is collapsing inward, collapsing layer by layer, and finally turns into a dazzling ether spot, standing quietly in this dark and boundless universe, reducing everything in humankind to ashes. It's like they never existed.

"This is a good viewing platform."

Boluogo continued to think about it. At the end of the day, Leviathan would probably be sitting in the void, watching the destruction of the planet. Perhaps the surging disaster would also spread to the void. Turn this land into powder as well.

Further on...

Boluogo couldn't imagine what happened next.

After losing consciousness for a moment, Boluogo stopped beside a crater. While maintaining his balance, he walked along the slope towards the shadow at the bottom of the crater.

Pebbles fell from Boluogo's feet, and the rising smoke followed behind him. In the dead world, Boluogo's existence was so abrupt, and every move made disturbing noises.

Boluogo guessed that Leviathan might not be at home, otherwise he would have noticed his movement a long time ago, or it might be that he was resting and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

After a period of time, Boluogo came to the edge of the pit bottom. The boundary line between shadow and light was extremely clear. Beyond the boundary, there was something vaguely inside.

Boluogo knew what was inside. Even he was frightened when he saw those things last time, but this time, Boluogo was mentally prepared and stepped into the shadows.

What was blurry became clear.

Countless humanoid sculptures are piled up scatteredly on the ground, piled up layer by layer, as high as a hill. If you look carefully, you can see that the movements of the sculptures are different, but their appearances are surprisingly the same.

They are all exactly the same as Boluogo.

The body of the sculpture is as pale as plaster, exuding a dead and cold atmosphere. The surface of the body is covered with cracks, like traces of erosion by time, or scars left by enduring unspeakable pain.

Some sculptures have broken limbs, the fractures are uneven, screaming silently in pain, and some sculptures have been broken into scattered small pieces, scattered on the ground, like abandoned waste.

Boluogo guessed that many sculptures should have been completely weathered, completely annihilated into powder, and turned into gray dust on the ground, trampled under his feet.

Picking up a broken head, Boluogo picked it up and looked at it carefully. It was his own face, a face full of pain, as if he had fixed the moment of his death here.

Boluogo threw the head away casually, and it fell to the ground, smashing into pieces.

After trampling on the sculptures piece by piece, Boluogo carefully climbed up the mountain of corpses. After climbing one hill, there was another hill.

Endless sculptures gradually appeared, and they were arranged densely. Boluogo saw countless versions of himself, and also saw those gray faces showing various strong emotions.

Boluogo laughed at himself, "The carving is really good."

Anger, hatred, hatred...

These strong emotions are reflected in every sculpture. They are obviously made of gray stone, but the moment they look at each other, they seem to come alive. Some hold their weapons high, as powerful as breaking bamboo, and some lower their heads and groan, as if they are accumulating strength. Others opened their arms, as if embracing some unspeakable pain.

It's like fighting, fighting, fighting something.

Boluogo suddenly remembered the mythical snake demon that could petrify others. What he saw now was like an army encountering the mythical monster. The moment he looked at it, he was frozen in place, his face frozen. His expressions and movements were forever frozen in the moment of death.

The moment of Burlogo's death.

Ruoyouruowu's sighs echoed in the darkness. Boluogo lowered his head and stroked his angry face. He tried to close his angry eyes and rubbed his fingertips, but he left a scratch that was neither deep nor shallow. marks and cut the pupils of the eyes.

Soon, Boluogo gave up climbing, turned back to the ground, and climbed back along the slope to the desolate land. He thought that this should be only a small part of the corpse. In every crater shrouded in shadow, there are A cemetery for burials.

Boluogo stood in the light, looked at the shadows below, and murmured to himself, "Does it mean that every time I die, I will leave such a... remains in the void?"

"But……"

Boluogo doubted himself. His gift was obviously a time axis, which could make his body cycle back and forth within a time interval...

No...that's not the case.

Boluogo seemed to understand, raised his hand, and looked at his palm with suspicion. Under the direct rays of light, a white halo appeared on his skin.

"Is this the truth about my gift? The so-called axis of time tracing is just a rational explanation based on the only information."

For a long time, Bologo has believed that his resurrection from the dead was just like what was recorded in the official records of the Bureau of Order, but he had almost forgotten that the conclusions given by the Bureau of Order were only sorted out through continuous testing. Just a vague explanation.

The Bureau of Order had figured out his gift, but only part of it, not the whole picture. He had no doubts about it and had almost forgotten the mystery.

Boluogo laughed twice to himself. Before he realized this essential problem, he might have been excited for a while, or felt confused and doubtful about everything, but now, he only felt calm in his heart.

He remembered Amu's words.

"Sometimes, I get worried. When I get upset, I can't sleep all night long. I can only think of ways to get busy and make myself forget all these things."

Aimu looked troubled and spoke sincerely, and seemed to be really wrapped in countless sorrows.

Borlog asked, "What's bothering you?"

"Some... some things that seem insignificant, even a bit unnecessary," Aimu smiled sheepishly, "It's like trying to get into trouble. It's obviously not something that's too important, but it can make us annoyed for a while."

She added, "But it's gone, and in a special way."

"Tell me about it?"

Aimu thought about it for a while and said softly, "One night, I was too tired to sleep, so I went out for a walk. The Oath City Opos was still brightly lit late at night, and many people could be seen on the streets. The workers who got off work late at night were actually... Drunks on the streets, rag pickers rummaging through trash cans, and couples crying on the street corners.”

She laughed as she said, "I was sitting on a bench and just watching all this. I saw pedestrians one after another, trying to guess who they were, what they were going to do, what they were thinking... and what they were worried about. "

Aimu looked at himself and blinked.

"I'm thinking about the worker's troubles. He works until late at night before he can get off work, and his salary may not allow him to live a better life. I'm thinking about the drunkard's troubles. He may have suffered a great setback. When you are frustrated in life, you use this method to escape stress.

I'm thinking about the troubles of scavengers, the troubles of lovers... one trouble after another, endless troubles. "

Aimu's voice suddenly paused, as if he was listening to the echo of the words.

"For a moment, I suddenly realized that my troubles were so insignificant compared to the troubles of these people. It was like I was complaining for nothing, or even showing off the luxury of my life."

Boluogo listened calmly and nodded along with the words.

"I also realized that there are many more depressing worries in the world, such as birth, old age, illness and death, love and hate, and separation. Then I think about there are so many people in the world, and in the entire history of mankind, tens of millions of people have lived people……"

Aimu said in a very soft tone, as if he was afraid of waking anyone up.

"I thought about the endless piles of troubles. They were so huge. Compared with them, my personal problems were as small as a grain of sand."

"I don't worry about the little things anymore."

Boluogo liked this conversation with Aimu. When he recalled it, Boluogo had the same state of mind as Aimu. The mystery of the gift was indeed a trouble, but compared with the invasion of the ethereal world and the disputes of the devils. , it is simply not worth mentioning.

not only that.

In the face of a greater crisis, even Boluogo's personal survival became insignificant.

For a greater cause...

Borogo stopped and shouted, "Leviathan!"

The call echoed in the silent world, and Boluogo knew that he would hear it.

This is the land of Leviathan. Judging from previous experience, Leviathan has the ability to expel himself. Similarly, he will also passively leave due to the healing of his real body.

But now that so much time has passed, with the self-healing speed of the Glorious One, Boluogo's consciousness has neither returned to its original form, nor has he been deliberately exiled. So obviously, Leviathan has long been aware of his existence, and what he thought before Just like him, he just couldn't be bothered to care about himself.

"At this!"

Another voice came back, and Boluogo turned around and saw that an open-air theater suddenly appeared in the place he just passed by. The bloated figure was sitting on a recliner, waving to him with his back.

Boluogo walked to the open-air cinema, came to Leviathan's side, and sat down on the chair reserved next to him.

Leviathan was like Belphegor, leisurely watching the movie on the screen. Because the surrounding light was a bit strong, the projection on the screen was not clear. He snapped his fingers, and the floating boulders came closer. , covering the open-air theater in shadow and also covering Leviathan's body.

But before everything became dark and blurry, Bologo had already seen Leviathan's appearance clearly.

The spacesuit that was once carefully maintained by Leviathan now looks in a mess. There are deep scratches on the helmet. The golden mask has also been shattered. The cracks have spread like spider webs, turning the originally dazzling mask into a mess. Got to be dim.

The torso of the space suit also suffered serious damage. Many small holes were densely distributed on the suit, as if they were struck by countless tiny meteors. These holes not only destroyed the integrity of the space suit, but also caused damage to the interior. The insulation was exposed, as if human entrails were leaking out.

The most shocking thing was the damage to the astronaut's waist and abdomen. It seemed as if a giant ax had been struck hard there, cutting out a large hole in the spacesuit. The edges of the large hole were jagged. What was revealed in the hole was not a flesh and blood body, but a body of flesh and blood. It was a squirming, sticky darkness, with little black particles spilling out.

Boluogo moved his eyes away and looked at the video on the screen.

"How's the outcome?"

"draw."

"Is Mammon that strong?" Boluogo was a little surprised. "Even if you have multiple powers and original sin, you can't do anything to him?"

“It’s not so much that we can’t do anything to him, but that neither he nor I are ready for a fight to the death,” Leviathan said frankly. “Moreover, he did gain some surprising powers from the corpses of aliens. .”

Boluogo nodded, "That's it."

It's strange that the two people are the devil and the debtor. Sometimes they cooperate and sometimes they hate each other. But now they seem to have put aside all their grudges and are chatting like friends.

After a long period of calm, Levitan asked first, "What do you want to ask?"

"A lot, a lot."

"Where to start?"

Boluogo pondered for a moment and then said, "Let's start from the least important part."

"for example?"

"My immortal body," Bologg asked, "is not that it cycles back and forth in a time interval as I understand it, right?"

The heavy helmet moved, as if Leviathan nodded in recognition, and he explained, "Perfect immortality requires an extraordinary price. Even as a devil, I cannot be perfunctory in this kind of thing... This is the original sin. The constraints placed on us.”

"So you used some other methods," Boluogo said, "some complicated methods to give me the ability to achieve near-perfect immortality."

Boluogo didn't understand, "Why, Leviathan, why do you care about me so much? Is it for the information in my mind, the coordinates of another world?"

The body of a soulless person carries the souls that have arrived in another world. Boluogo thought that this should be his special feature and the only bargaining chip that the devil can value.

"Yes, but not quite."

Leviathan turned his head and faced Bolog with his broken golden mask.

"What I can tell you is that your existence involves a bet."

Burlogo asked, "With whom?"

"With many people, many, many people," Leviathan added, "including yourself, of course."