Endless Debt

Aimu's figure gradually blurred in the bright light, and then disappeared completely.

In the haziness that was beyond the reach of his fingers, familiar things surfaced, and Boluogo could see his surroundings clearly again. He had returned to the very beginning.

In the Undead Club, Boluogo sat in front of the bar, with Sere's breakfast of love in front of him. Sere stood behind the bar, looking haggard and about to die suddenly.

The bar was in a mess, and Bode was humming a strange melody and mopping the floor slowly.

Boluogo looked a little disappointed, the cold touch of Aimu's body was still on his hands, and his own roar echoed vaguely in his ears.

The sixth time retrospective begins.

Just as Boluogo was about to get up and take action, a heavy feeling of fatigue hit his heart, followed by a heartbreaking pain in his mind.

Putting his hands on the bar, Boluogo tried hard not to let his body fall down, and blinked hard. His vision gradually became blurred, and there were several double images of the things in front of him.

Bologo had a similar feeling during the previous time retrospectives. As the number of time retrospectives increased, this negative state became more and more intense.

Boluogo guessed that this might be the impact on himself caused by the conflict between his gift and time retrieval.

The intertwined time axes are gradually crushing his own will, but he is wandering between life and death due to the immortality brought about by the independent time axes.

There was a metallic taste in his throat, and big drops of nosebleeds fell down.

"Are you okay? Bologo."

Sere smelled the sweet blood and cheered up a bit.

"I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me."

Bologger wiped his nose, blood staining his cuffs.

Boluogo is not worried about various negative situations, nor is he worried about the situation getting out of control. If possible, he is prepared to completely resolve this matter within this sixth time review.

It’s just that Boluogo doesn’t know yet whether he really moved Aimu and let her get out of her own prison. If he arrives at the rendezvous point and finds that Aimu is not there, then what happened between him last time and this time in time review? Action will be meaningless.

Boluogo gradually felt the sense of expectation and uneasiness after handing over the choice to others.

Sere looked at Bologo, "You look tired, Bologo."

From Sere's perspective, Bologo had just woken up, but his spirit seemed extremely exhausted, as if he was about to reach his limit and was on the verge of collapse.

From Boluogo's own perspective, he has experienced six time regressions in one breath. In each time regression, he hastened to seize the time, eager to fight, eager to solve anything.

If one ignores the buffering time Bolog had in the Undead Club during each time review, it can be said that Bolog had been fighting continuously for almost a whole day.

If he was chopping down demons, Boluogo could indeed spend a whole day chopping happily. With the supply of soul fragments, he was as energetic as a perpetual motion machine.

But this time it was different. The facts Boluogo faced were too complicated.

Sere asked, "What happened?"

"Yeah, but it's a little too troublesome to explain now."

Boluogo did not continue chatting with Sere. What should be said was that Boluogo had already talked enough with Sere in the previous time review.

So what if he and Sere tell everything? These undead are trapped in this mentally retarded club, and they are unable to interfere with everything outside.

Boluogo resisted the discomfort in his mind and stood up reluctantly. A green light flashed in his eyes. With the blessing of ether, he felt much better, but this was only temporary.

Now it was time for Boluogo to take action, but just as he was about to turn around and leave, he was stopped by Sere.

"Wait a minute, Bologo."

"I'm very busy now."

"It won't take you long."

Boluogo didn't want to pay attention to Serei's lunatic, so he simply ignored his words and walked directly towards the door. But suddenly a strong pressure came on him, making Boluogo unable to move.

"Serezu..."

Boluogo turned his head, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Sere.

“I could feel that there was something affecting this city.”

Serei's scarlet eyes also glowed brightly at this time. He tried to cheer up, picked up an empty cup, and mixed the wine behind the bar.

Boluogo seemed a little surprised. He didn't say anything. How could Sere be aware of the existence of time regression?

"You can't help me or anything," Bologo said.

"Indeed, but... we can cheat a little bit."

Sere looked at Boluogo with a smile. This smile made Boluogo extremely uncomfortable. Then Sere put the wine glass on the bar and poured various unknown liquids into it. At the same time, he was like a witch, mouthing Talking to himself.

"Add a little lemon, add a little liquor, add a little love..."

Hearing Sere's words, Boluogo didn't see the lemon or spirits at all. After he added the weird-colored liquids, they reacted violently in the wine glass, emitting bursts of white smoke.

When he mentioned love, Sere hovered his index finger over the rim of the cup, and soon a drop of blood dripped from his finger.

As if strong acid was immersed in the liquid, the reaction in the wine glass became more violent. The dense bubbles burst endlessly. After reacting for more than ten seconds, they calmed down.

Sere found a small umbrella and a cherry from somewhere, decorated it in the wine glass, and then pushed it towards Boluogo.

"Try?"

"Can I say no?"

Boluogo looked disgusted. He could accept "lemons" and "spirits", but he couldn't accept Sere's "love".

"What do you think?"

An undeniable smile appeared on Sere's face, and Boluogo walked over vigilantly, holding the wine glass tremblingly.

It was unclear what Sere was doing, but he obviously wanted to help him. It was just the form of help that left Bologg puzzled.

Gathering up his courage, Borogo picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

"What the hell is this?"

Boluogo felt like he had swallowed a ball of fire, and the burning pain spread from his throat to his stomach. He coughed hard and retched, but the liquid seemed to penetrate directly into his body and disappeared.

"A gift from the Lord of the Night Clan, Serre Velaris."

Sere gave Bologo a thumbs up, with a hint of arrogance and narcissism in his voice. If Sere could change that sexy dance costume, this sentence might be more convincing.

Boluogo did not ask further questions because he had already felt what the so-called gift was. The tormenting pain in his mind disappeared, and the split shadow in his eyes also dissipated.

"Serre's love" was unexpectedly strong, and Boluogo could even feel the filled ether rolling in the alchemy matrix, as if he was given some kind of protection as he did during the surprise attack at the venue.

"Our Night Clan has its own system. High-ranking Night Clan can actively give blood to low-ranking Night Clan to improve their bloodline status."

Sere explained slowly, "This behavior is called 'blood giving'."

Boluogo said, "But I'm not a Night Clan."

"Yes, so when this is used on you, it just gives you an all-round temporary benefit."

"Isn't this a violation?" Bologo asked.

"Violation? I just saw that my member was in a bad state today, so I mixed him a drink to improve his condition. As for what he will do after his condition improves, what does it have to do with me?"

Serei pretended to be stupid at this time, "I'm just a bartender? There's no need to embarrass me, right?"

The respectful look just now was gone, and the mentally retarded aura lingered around Sere again. He lowered his body and whispered to Boluogo.

"The rules are cold and ruthless. At the same time, they are extremely stupid. As long as you find a loophole to bypass the rules, the rules will be at your mercy."

Sere whispered to Boluogo, "Think about it carefully, you should be able to imagine it, right?"

Under Sere's inducement, a ridiculous idea gradually formed in Boluogo's mind. Boluogo's expression became strange. He wanted to give Sere a high-five and cheer, but he felt that this was too obvious and he should pretend. It’s better not to know anything.

At the same time, the door of the Undead Club was pushed open.