Endless Debt

The company has been cultivating large fissures for many years, making the soil structure in the rift valley extremely fragile. After a storm night, a large amount of water poured into the large fissures. The rocks collapsed one after another in the erosion of the rapids, and the muddy water mixed with them fell down.

It is often said that the Great Rift is symbiotic with Opos. The more Opos expands, the Great Rift will collapse and create new rift valleys, like abscesses rooted in the earth.

From this point of view, this statement is not unreasonable. Opos is like a giant beast, and the great rift is its offspring. But in this deep haze and bottomless depth, no one knows what is going on. What kind of things are being nurtured.

On the inner edge of the large crack, the rusty corridors were severely damaged. They broke apart with fragile creaking sounds and fell into the mist below. Workers carried new iron plates and erected new corridors at the fallen locations. Machinery The cranes kept going back and forth, as if nothing could stop them.

At times like this, the Hesitant Fork Road in the upper section of the Great Rift seems to be facing the end of the world. Humidity and cold are filling every corner. Rainwater pours down repeatedly, ruthlessly impacting this building located on the cliff of the Rift Valley. of deformed buildings.

Everyone who sees this weird and grotesque building complex for the first time will regard it as a wonder of evil art. After admiring the brutal growth of the building complex, they will also lament the fate of this building complex. In this way The building will one day collapse.

But the people living on Wandering Cha Road don't think so. The buildings are shaking constantly under the continuous heavy rain, and the surrounding cliffs have become steeper. However, no matter how they collapse, people firmly believe that such destruction will not come here.

"Tyrant, great tyrant..."

After the heavy rain, people took to the streets one after another, praising the hazy fog, and then everyone waved their hands and threw countless mammon coins into the fog.

This is a blessed land, and only the shadows here are willing to accept rats like them. They will accept whatever they come, as long as you can create corresponding value.

The door of the Spider Web Bar was pushed open forcefully, and an embarrassed figure walked in wetly. His face was pale from blood loss and he was exhausted.

No one paid attention to this figure, and no one was worried that this man would cause any commotion. People like this were very common in Hesitation Cha Road. Everyone fought to the death outside, but when they entered the bar, they would put away their weapons.

This is a kind of default rule. No one will do anything in the Spider Web Bar, and the Spider Web Bar is like a service center. If you need weapons, they will sell them. If you need information, you will give them information. If you need a doctor, you will find a doctor.

"I need a doctor..."

Gray came to the bar and braced himself.

Before arriving in Opos, he had learned enough about the Great Rift. Once discovered by the Bureau of Order, the Great Rift was the only place that could protect him. For this reason, he had already memorized the rules of Wandering Forked Road. Only Life-saving doctors can be found here.

Vika looked at Gray, looked down, and saw the cold steel.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a guest like you," Weika put down the wine glass he was wiping with a gentle voice, "but please don't worry, Hesitant Chalu will not reject any guests."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Gray took out a few blood-stained Mammon coins from his pocket and slapped them on the bar.

For some reason, there was a faint glow floating on the Mammon coins at this moment, which Gray had never seen before. Then he remembered the information about the Mammon coins.

The alchemists of the King's Secret Sword have conducted a lot of research on Mammon coins. When they are in Opos, these coins will be endowed with some strange and unpredictable powers, but when they leave Opos, they will return to normal. Metal.

Now that strange power is once again given to metal.

"These Mammon coins of yours can't cure your injury." Vika did not accept these Mammon coins.

"Then I can only wait to die?"

Gray's eyes were bloodshot and he clenched his fists. The people around him looked at him as if they were watching a show. After all, no one had done anything in the Spider Web Bar for many years.

"An absolutely fair transaction between value and value."

Vika's voice was cold, and just when Gray was desperate, he said again.

“Fortunately, I happened to know a doctor who didn’t need mammon to pay for it.”

"Then what does he need?"

"No matter what he needs, you have no reason to refuse, right?" Vika responded indifferently.

Gray was silent, thinking about Jamon's betrayal and the danger deep within himself. He understood that the situation in front of him was just as Vika said, and he had no reason to refuse.

"Please go to the back and wait for a moment. The doctor will be here in a moment."

Vika said and handed Gray a glass of wine. There was blood-colored liquid rolling in the glass, which was disturbing.

Seeing Gray hesitate for a few seconds, Vika continued, "This is free and will make you feel better. I don't want any customers to die in the store."

After hearing this, Gray picked up the wine glass. He had fallen into such a situation and had nothing to care about.

After drinking the drink in one gulp, a burning sensation came from his throat, as if he had swallowed a ball of fire, but soon, his cold body gradually warmed up, giving him a bit of blood.

Vika walked out of the bar and raised his hand to indicate Gray's direction.

…

In the dark room, the doctor didn't let Gray wait too long. The door was soon pushed open, and a man in a black robe walked in. He wore a white puppet mask on his face and said nothing. Arriving in front of Gray.

"Are you the doctor?" Gray asked.

The doctor didn't reply. He opened his suitcase, which was filled with surgical instruments and bottles and jars of different colors.

"Without anesthesia, this would be painful."

The doctor spoke, his voice tending to be neutral and Gray couldn't tell his gender.

"you……"

Gray wanted to say something else, but the doctor picked up an injection and stabbed it into his thigh. The doctor's attack was indiscriminate, and Gray felt like he had been punched.

As the injection was injected, more severe pain came until it spread throughout the body.

Gray's body trembled uncontrollably and he was sweating profusely. He gritted his teeth to restrain the pain, but he still couldn't help but let out a low whimper.

The pain lasted for a minute before it stopped. Gray felt that his whole body had lost strength, but his hand still reached for the short knife at his waist.

"What did you inject?"

"An alchemical potion that accelerates one's own hematopoiesis and healing in the short term. The side effect is that it consumes vitality..."

While explaining, the doctor cleaned Gray's wound and tried to use tweezers to remove the bullet from the flesh.

"But it would be more acceptable to live a few days shorter than to die now."

Gray stared at the doctor, but the doctor completely ignored his gaze. After cleaning the wound, he took out sutures and sewed it up.

In the silent room, apart from Gray's slightly painful breathing, the only sound was the doctor's work.

Despite the doctor's somewhat bizarre behavior, he has been quite responsible so far. Gray let go of the dagger and allowed the doctor to inject medicine into his body one after another.

"Why are you afraid of death?"

Suddenly, the doctor asked abruptly.

"What?" Gray's consciousness was a little dazed, but the doctor's question sobered him up a little.

"Death, why does everyone want to live?"

"are you joking?"

Gray looked at him suspiciously. It was strange for a doctor who was involved in life and death to ask him such a question.

"I'm not kidding. I really want to understand this. Why do you want to live?" The doctor's voice was still vaguely neutral and emotionless.

"Do you need any reason to live?"

Gray couldn't figure it out. He had long heard that Wandering Fork Road was a weird and chaotic place. Now it seemed that it was indeed the case. Even a doctor would find it so strange.

"It can be seen from your condition that you were injured and it took a lot of effort to get here."

The doctor stroked Gray's bruised arm. There was no human body temperature on the black palm, only metallic coldness. Gray felt as if he was being touched by a piece of ice.

"It's hard to go through this journey, isn't it? And what supports you to go all the way? Instead of choosing to die there."

Gray said nothing. Betrayal and death flashed before his eyes. In the noisy shouts, only hot anger was burning.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it."

The doctor did not continue to ask. He had asked many people and got many different answers. Gray's answer was not that important.

"It's taken care of. An injection will be given every day. It will heal in about a week. Then you can stay here temporarily until the injury recovers. As for the rent, I have already paid for you."

The doctor was unexpectedly considerate and quickly broke Gray's previous understanding of Hesitation Cha Luren. However, he was not happy for long and asked.

"Then what price should I pay?"

Gray remembered the rules of Wandering Fork Road, a transaction of absolute equal value. Under the constraints of these rules, the people in this dark and chaotic place unexpectedly kept their promises.

"I need you to pick up something for me. I'll let you know when I need it."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll recover and run away?"

Gray stared at the white puppet mask, trying to see through the mask to see the face underneath. The doctor said nothing and stood there blankly.

The two stared at each other in silence for a long time, and finally ended with Gray looking away. The feeling of looking into the doctor's eyes was terrible. He felt as if he were looking at a corpse.

"What should I call you?" Gray asked.

"Delusional."

The delusional man didn't pay much attention to Gray. He didn't even ask Gray for his name. Instead, he opened the door and left, leaving Gray alone in the dark room.

In the dim shadow, Gray stared at the closed door, his face that pretended to be strong was distorted by the severe pain. He breathed heavily like a drowning man, sweat dripping on the ground, making it wet.

I don't know how long it took for Gray to recover from the severe pain and fatigue. The delusional man's words kept swirling in his mind.

"A reason to live?" Gray said to himself.

He stretched out his hand, grasped the cold metal, and stroked the cold blade with trembling hands. This was Milansa's secret sword.

Gray blended into the darkness, and evil and hateful voices lingered in the shadows.

"Jamon..."