Endless Debt

Walking in the corridor, a strange feeling enveloped Boluogo. He had experienced this feeling several times. In his memory, every time this feeling surged up, it was accompanied by the release of secret energy.

Ether, the full ether is wrapping itself around me, like an unknown blessing, protecting me.

"Jeffrey, can you see those things?"

Boluogo patted Jeffrey in front of him, looking at the corner of the corridor with a bit of vigilance.

Since the temporary authority was given to him, Boluogo has discovered that there have been some changes in the "Kenshi" he is familiar with.

The originally smooth stone bricks were covered with dust and had some cracks, and there were phantoms of nothingness in the corners. They looked like figures one after another, but they were just between reality and reality, with constant disillusionment.

"Don't be nervous. This is an abnormal phenomenon that you will see after level three authority... It is a normal phenomenon." Jeffrey said in a roundabout way.

Boluogo probably understood what he meant. The "Kenshi" would distort the cognition of the people in it. Different authorities could observe different "Kenshi".

For example, Boluogo just saw a door. He clearly remembered that he had never seen that door before, and now it just appeared out of thin air.

As a staff member of the Field Service Department, Bologo's authority was Level 2. After being temporarily granted Level 3 authority, a strange and bizarre world came to him.

"Is this the kind of thing you usually see?" Boluogo asked.

"No, I usually act with the second-level authority. I will activate the third-level authority when necessary. After all, you can also feel that the atmosphere of the working environment is very important." Jeffrey answered cheerfully.

The surrounding walls seemed to be alive, slowly squirming, and the hard texture was no longer there, but instead resembled some kind of gray stomach wall.

Boluogo nodded in agreement, gaining a new understanding of the mystery of the "Kenshi".

Finally, Jeffrey took Boluogo to an elevator. The elevator door slowly opened, revealing a slightly narrow space inside.

"Let's go."

Jeffrey pushed Boluogo, and Boluogo calmed down and walked into this elevator that he had never seen before.

Then descend.

This elevator seems to be a direct elevator, without any control buttons or floor display, just a strange sign floating above it.

They were three faces of pain, standing next to each other, enduring eternal torment.

His eyes were burned by molten iron, his mouth was sewn shut with needles and thread, and his eardrums were pierced by daggers.

"We are going to the 'Safe Containment Department'."

Jeffrey explained duly.

Boluogo nodded and did not ask any questions. Unlike other departments he knew, Boluogo felt the chilling atmosphere from the moment he stepped into the elevator, as if there was some kind of will swimming around, peeking out with malicious intent. For everyone.

"After all, this department has level three authority. I can't explain anything to you. You just need to know that we put all the bad things in here."

Jeffrey's words touched Boluogo. He raised his head and looked at the three painful faces. Once upon a time, he should have been a "bad" thing to the Bureau of Order.

Dark prison?

Burlogo wasn't sure.

The elevator swayed slightly, and it didn't know how long it had been descending before it finally reached the bottom. Then the elevator door opened, and there was a dark world behind the door.

Boluogo walked out and saw a wider space.

Like a huge underground factory, the slightly dim light only allowed Boluogo to barely see the outline of the surroundings. People in gray clothes were walking around in it, and each of their faces was covered by shadows. Occlusion.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, there was no sound, only the faint sound of breathing could be heard, indicating that these men in gray were not ghosts.

"Let's go."

Jeffrey's voice was clear, leading the way.

Along the way, the people in gray clothes seemed to ignore the two of them. No one looked at them. They all performed their duties, like precision machinery, constantly operating.

There is no need for any verbal communication. Whenever there are gates blocking two people, they will open on their own as long as they wait for a moment. Compared with the atrium of the Bureau of Order, this place is lifeless and filled with turbid gray.

After walking in this deep maze for an unknown amount of time, Boluogo finally arrived at his destination.

A huge gate blocked the way, and the cold metal facade was engraved with a relief of "Safety Containment Department".

The carving was so real, as if there were really three poor souls integrated into the steel. They roared and almost broke out of the door.

After waiting for a moment, as if someone finally noticed them, a man in gray walked over.

"Bologo Lazarus, the next implanted person, before the ceremony begins, I want to take him to see that thing."

Jeffrey explained.

After hearing this, the man in gray waved his hand, and the sound of crying came from the gate.

In a trance, the three ferocious faces seemed to come to life. They cried with all their strength, but still could not change their fate. Then the gate began to rise slowly, and the man in gray disappeared without knowing when. In the darkness.

Boluogo held his breath slightly, not because of what was behind the gate, but because of this strange "Security Containment Department". Even though he was immortal, he felt a surge of uneasiness as soon as he entered.

Then he asked in a low voice.

"Implanted? What do you mean?"

"You'll know soon." Jeffrey smiled evilly and led Boluogo through the gate.

Behind the gate is a huge cubic space. There are also many people in gray wandering inside. It is not clear what they are doing. In the center of the cubic space, there is a huge cylindrical glass container.

The cylindrical glass container was filled with transparent liquid, and bursts of light lit up from the top and bottom. Through the liquid, a faint blue luster was emitted, and in this light, Boluogo saw the thing.

It was a corpse, a male corpse, soaked in a container like a specimen, but it was different from the specimens that Boluogo was familiar with.

That body...no...

Boluogo didn't know whether he should call it a corpse. It was soaked in the solution and seemed to be sealed by crystal. Its skin was full of vitality and blood color. It closed its eyes as if it had fallen asleep.

This is not the end yet. The man is naked. As Boluogo approaches, the corpse-like man seems to feel something. Waves of brilliant golden light appear on his body, followed by fine, Complex patterns emerge from its body surface.

Alchemical Matrix.

This is not the first time that Boluogo has seen the alchemy matrix. Whether it is the glow when using the vibrating hammer or fighting with other submersers, he can see the light that bursts out with the patterns.

But this time is different.

If the alchemical matrix that Boluogo had seen before was just a simple picture, then the alchemical matrix bursting out in front of him was like a magnificent mural painted by a master.

Cheeks, neck, chest, back, arms, lower limbs...

The fine lines undulate along the body surface, like the veins of leaves, rolling with golden light. The light is so pure, it seems to have condensed into a solid body, turning into a touchable golden liquid, flowing between the lines. The flow never stops.

"Look carefully. It is usually locked in the deepest part of the 'Safe Containment Department'. Even if you have permission, it is difficult to see it. It was temporarily transferred here because of you."

Jeffrey stared at the man in the glass container. The bright light robbed the sight of the two of them. Except for the people in gray, they still looked like they didn't care about anything. They only had their own work in their eyes.

The man seemed to be involved in some strange state. He seemed dead, without breathing or heartbeat, but he seemed alive, with blazing vitality and power bursting out of his body.

Boluogo had the illusion that the man would come to life in the next second, and when he came to life, everyone present would die.

"Is it dead, or..."

Borlog asked.

"I don't know, but I think it should be dead, but it is too strong. Even if it is dead, it still seems to be alive."

For the man in the container, Jeffrey had no other thoughts except awe.

"You said this was for me...the implanted person..."

Boluogo's eyes were completely occupied by the golden light, and he recalled the information revealed by Jeffrey's words.

The fragmented information was put together, and an incredible answer emerged before his eyes.

Boluogo felt great fear, but he was also full of expectations, like an eager gambler holding the last chips in his hand, trying to win a country from the gambling table.

He struggled to look away from the man. His breathing was rapid and his blue eyes were bloodshot.

"who is he?"

Facing Boluogo's question, Jeffrey swallowed and said solemnly.

"He is the most valuable trophy we obtained from the King's Secret Sword during the secret war seven years ago."

The golden light liquid surged and entangled.

“His name is Sirin Kogardel.

The previous wielder of the King's Secret Sword, the 'Glory One' who was illuminated by brilliance and holiness. "

"Of course, to those who survived the secret war, he was also known by another name."

Jeffrey stared at the body of the man in front of him, the devil who was dead now, the god of death who walked seven years ago.

"overlord."

It will probably be on the shelves next Friday and resume double updates.