Endless Debt

A new day, a beautiful day.

Boluogo entered a short vacation. Although this vacation did not last for a few days, the feeling of having nothing to do was still really good.

Getting up from the bed, the feeling that I was on the right track became clearer and clearer, but what followed was a lingering coldness.

It hovered over Bolog's head, always tingling Bolog's nerves inadvertently.

The chess player...

Fortunately, Boluogo didn't let the chess player's doubts bother him for too long. He just regarded it as his own random thoughts. After all, he was not even a condenser now and had no ability to step into the chess game.

The first thing is to become a condenser. Thinking about this now is just causing yourself to fall into meaningless mental internal friction.

"ah……"

Taking a breath, Bologg washed his face and brushed his teeth. As he always emphasized, although he was a somewhat paranoid executioner, Bologg still had to maintain a certain dignity. The razor scraped his cheeks back and forth. He obviously had no beard. Still stubbornly shaving it off until it was clean.

Standing in front of the mirror, Boluogo stared at himself in the mirror, his hair disheveled and his sharp eyes hidden in it.

Slowly raising his hand, Boluogo tried making fists a few times, and could clearly feel the fullness of power. Compared with before, there was no significant improvement, but the strength could be felt.

Cyan light spots appeared in front of his eyes, which was the mysterious power called soul fragments.

After raiding the Nome Clinic, Bologo killed several more demons and extracted soul fragments from their corpses. These unknown powers entangled his body, bringing about a significant increase.

Nearly a year has passed since Boluogo first came into contact with this strange power. During this time, he could clearly feel the benefit these soul fragments had on him, like a mysterious force. Hovering around him vaguely.

"Debris...ether..."

Boluogo recalled that when he was fighting, the intermittent surge of power made him swift and deadly... He now suspected that he had unknowingly discovered the ultimate skill called "Aether Amplification" .

It's unclear how other condensers learned this ultimate skill, but in Bolog's view, it was his ability to absorb soul fragments that caused a large amount of pure ether to accumulate in his body, suppressing While suffering from mania, it also brought strength to myself.

Every time he fights, while venting his anger, he also releases his power, strengthening his own strength and swinging the hammer harder.

From this point of view, everything seems reasonable. Apart from "resurrection from the dead", Boluogo is just an ordinary person. Even with the assistance of the alchemy weapon and shock hammer, it is difficult to achieve larger-scale destruction.

But now the more they fight, the more violent power is given to him.

Boluogo began to look forward to what would happen next.

Become a Sublime One, have your own "secret power", learn more extreme skills, and rain down fire on evil people.

After packing himself up, putting on his clothes, and sitting on the sofa, Boluogo looked at the clock, turned on the radio, and counted one, two, and three. When he counted four, a burst of electricity sounded, and accompanied by harsh music, a male voice sounded.

"Hello listeners! I'm Dudel, your loyal friend who broadcasts twice a day, welcome to this column!"

This is a music radio column called "Grey Fog, Industry and Delicious Shrimp Crackers". I learned about many of Bologo's records through this radio station, but it may be because of his niche interest. Dudel hosts The program is not very popular and is only broadcast in the early morning and late at night.

"The new song brought to you today is..."

Bursts of singing sounded from the radio. The singing was distorted and had a bit of noisy electric sound. The sound quality was quite bad, but for Boluogo, it was pretty good.

He hummed and raised his hands to play with the sand table in front of him, replaying the past wars.

Looking down at the entire sand table from a high place, one can see that the terrain inside the sand table is somewhat similar to Opos's map, except that there is no big crack across the city on this sand table, but only endless plains and the Legions galloping across the plains.

Legions came from all directions, and their numbers were as numerous as the sea of ​​sand. They surrounded the isolated city in the center of the sand table, vowing to destroy it in the flames of war.

Boluogo watched all this intently, and in a daze, he could even hear the roaring sound of slashing.

What is engraved on the sand table is an extremely famous battle, and this battle brought the most crazy and terrifying war in the world's modern history to its final rest.

That was a story as far back as seventy-two years ago.

The Kogadel Empire in the south rose up, swallowing up other countries along the way and incorporating them into its own huge territory. Just when it was about to touch the Rhine River Basin in the north, the northern countries united together and established what is now the Rhine. Alliance, fight against it.

The fighting between the two made the war become more and more crazy, dragging more and more countries into the water, and finally turned into a world war known as the "Wrath of the Scorched Earth".

This war lasted for six years, with smoke and war spreading across the entire continent. After countless people were sacrificed, the two behemoths regarded a city-state as the final battlefield.

King Solomon's sacred city.

From the beginning to the end of the war, King Solomon maintained a neutral stance. He regarded his city-state as a city of scholars, and scholars would only record the war but not participate in it.

But the two behemoths didn't think so. The Holy City was between the two. They both wanted to capture this city and use it as their own bridgehead to push the battle line into the enemy's territory.

Therefore, sixty-six years ago, a battle for the Holy City began. Both sides sent troops to the Holy City. As for King Solomon, no one cared what King Solomon thought. His stubborn neutrality had already angered both sides.

King Solomon did not give up. He gathered an army to resist the offensives of the Kogadel Empire and the Rhine League. These two behemoths were also afraid of each other and started fighting with each other, causing the entire battlefield to become a three-way melee.

Boluogo picked up the flag on the sand table, simulated the offensive at that time, and completely surrounded the holy city.

King Solomon took advantage of the melee situation to find a chance for survival. Unfortunately, the reality was too cruel. He led the army to persevere for a hundred days, and finally the crumbling city gate was breached by the army of the Kogadel Empire.

When the army of the empire rushed into King Solomon's Golden Palace, they saw that he had already died on his throne, and the army of the Rhine League also entered the dilapidated sacred city.

After a hundred days of melee, the exhausted two sides were completely exhausted. They looked at the scorched earth all over the ground and were unable to fight anymore. What followed was a story that everyone is familiar with.

Scholars call that battle the "Fall of the Holy City." After the fall of the Holy City, the two sides negotiated peace in the dilapidated Golden Palace. The world war and the wrath of the scorched earth that swept through the countries came to an end. Soon after, this land ushered in the The birth of Oath City Opos.

It was a history full of blood and tears. Perhaps they wanted to hide something. Both the Kogadel Empire and the Rhine Alliance blocked information about the fall of the Holy City, so that most people only knew the beginning of the Wrath of the Scorched Earth. , but I don’t know the details of the fall of the Holy City.

Boluogo was very curious about that period of history, and it was one of his only hobbies. He would often go to the library to borrow materials, and then recreate the fall of the Holy City on the sand table.

In later years, some scholars put forward some novel views. They said that the fall of the Holy City in the history books was wrong and had been changed.

They analyzed various data such as steel, troop sources, food, etc., and based on the military strength of the Kogadel Empire and the Rhine Alliance at that time, they could continue the war. However, after destroying the Holy City, they suddenly stopped everything. Hands, as if they came just to destroy this place.

Some people also say that the outcome of the Fall of the Holy City was that King Solomon severely damaged both sides. Supporting this statement are the memoirs of some people. At the time of the Fall of the Holy City, some people said that they clearly saw rising from the direction of the Holy City. of glow.

The light was so intense, it was like a miracle.

From the capital of the Kogadel Empire to the end of the Rhine, starting from the Freeport and ending at the Windy Highlands, everyone saw the rising light that penetrated the sky and the earth.

They said that the light killed all the soldiers who participated in the battle, including King Solomon himself, which is why the information about the fall of the Holy City is so scarce. It was not because it was blocked, but because no one survived at all, and because of this light, the two behemoths were severely damaged. , they had no choice but to negotiate peace.

As for the truth, no one probably knows it. After all, it has been so long, and the scorched earth has turned into the Oath City Opos today.

Boluogo thought, and he was confused at first, but as the door to the supernatural world opened to him, he gradually realized that those unsolved mysteries seemed to have a second face.

One face faces the ordinary people, and the other face faces the mysterious and extraordinary world.

"One light."

Boluogo whispered, looking out the window, passing through the thick fog and clouds, across the buildings and the rising crane, and finally stopped at the large crack filled with gray fog.

No one knows how the Great Rift was born, but when these rumors were combined, Bologo had a new idea.

Perhaps what those people said was true. The light defeated both sides and left a scar called the Great Crack on the scorched earth.

"Listener friends! May we meet again late at night!"

Dudel's voice sounded, accompanied by a burst of soothing music, and the morning program ended.

Boluoge also slowly stood up and glanced at the sand table of the Fall of the Holy City. He walked to the window and looked at the large crack.

Countless mysteries plague Boluogo, including the reason why he came to this world, the details of his deal with the devil... and even the history buried under the shadow of Opos.

He didn't think too much. After faintly recording all this in his mind, Boluogo threw them behind his mind. Just like the doubts of the "chess player", before his strength reached that level, all thoughts All of this only increases internal friction.

After digging into his pocket, Boluogo took out the chess pieces he had brought back, walked to the sand table, and placed the chess pieces on the high ground. Beneath them were thousands of troops advancing.

There were not only chess pieces in his pocket, but also the ticket given to him by Jeffrey, which was wrinkled by Boluogo's rubbing.

"A stage play?"

Burlogo muttered.

If he hadn't dug through his pockets, he would have almost forgotten about the tickets. Fortunately, he looked at the date and saw that the performance was today.

In fact, Boluogo quite likes reading books, stage plays, movies, etc...

In short, Boluogo likes anything that contains "story". He feels that these things can extend human lifespan to a certain extent, allowing human beings to see more magnificent things and experience those things in their limited life. Never experienced before.

Thinking of this, Boluogo could feel that he was slowly reintegrating into the world, from listening to loud rock music to now watching stage plays.

Boluogo picked up the key and walked out of the room. He decided that if he had to move in the future, he would find a way to get a TV or something.

After leaving the building, the gray and dim light fell, and the sky was still familiarly gloomy.

"Speaking of which, how is Jeffrey's progress? Has Norm spoken?"

Boluogo said to himself that the Bureau of Order was really far away from his home. It often took four hours to go back and forth. If there was no need, he really didn't bother to go there.

"Yo! Bologo!"

The shouting sounded, and Boluogo looked in the direction of the sound suspiciously. He had few friends and couldn't figure out who was calling him.

The iron fence on the street corner was pulled open, and an old face poked out from the shadow behind the small window, waving to Bologg.

"Boluogo, are you resting today? It's rare to see you during the day."

The old man looked surprised. In his memory, Boluogo appeared only a few times during the day.

"Yeah, it's a rest."

Boluogo walked to the iron fence and chatted with Vincent.

The friendship between Boluogo and Vincent is also wonderful. During the one-year internship, Boluogo spent most of his time tracking and hunting demons. This kind of thing obviously cannot be carried out smoothly during the day, so Boluogo Ge usually sleeps during the day and goes out to work at night.

He often worked until late at night. When he stayed at Adele's house, Adele would prepare some late-night snacks for him and put them on the table. But after moving out of her house, no one cooked for Boluogo, and Boluogo himself also Without the energy to do it, it became difficult to find food late at night, until he discovered Vincent, a small shop that was open late at night.

After many visits, Boluogo and Vincent became familiar with each other and could be considered old customers.

"You seem to be in a good mood. What, did something good happen?"

Vincent looked at Boluogo and could clearly feel that Boluogo's mental state had improved a lot.

"Probably... I have found a job, a stable and long-term job, and the salary is pretty good." Bologo answered.

Compared with many companies in Opos, the treatment of the Order Bureau is really good. It not only takes care of food, but also takes care of funerals. This sounds very considerate.

"Oh? That's not bad. Although Opos is a ghost place full of wealth, there are also an endless stream of foreigners who come here to prospect for gold. There are still only a few who can make money and live a stable life. As for those who can make money in the city, There are very few people who have such a place in buying a house in the center.”

Vincent rambled on. This old guy seemed to have experienced a lot when he was young. Memories of the past flashed in his cloudy eyes, and then he suddenly remembered something.

"Wait a minute, you're not going to work in the Great Rift, are you?"

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly became clear, and he stared at Boluogo.

"No, no, I can't stand that place."

Boluogo lied, but actually he didn't think it was a lie. He worked for the Bureau of Order, and he just needed to go to the Great Rift for business trips from time to time.

"That's good."

Hearing Boluogo's answer, Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, then coughed hard and warned Boluogo.

"My lungs are injuries left over from working in the Great Rift. I resigned early. It is said that the old guys who were at the same time as me eventually died in the hospital... from respiratory failure. "

Vincent's voice gradually lost all emotion, becoming monotonous and indifferent.

"They said it felt like drowning until they couldn't breathe and suffocated to death."

Looking at Boluogo again, Vincent laughed and said.

"Don't take it too seriously, remember to work hard. Even though this place is terrible, you still have to work hard to live."

"Well, bye, Vincent, see you tomorrow."

Boluogo nodded, thanked Vincent for his concern, and then waved away.