Endless Debt

Oath City Opos.

This is a magical, interesting and chaotic city. In some travel magazines, editors often describe it like this,

"If you are bored with your numb life, if you are bored with the same life, if you want to see things beyond your knowledge.

Come to Oath City Opos! This hellish place will definitely not disappoint you. "

Ghost place.

Yes, that’s how those editors described Opos.

This is a charming land that fascinates everyone, but when you ask them why they come, they can’t explain.

It might be the strange culture of people from a foreign land intertwined with fish and dragons, it might be the city's tolerance for all things, it might be the wonder of the big crack in the center, or it might simply be the past history of this city.

Dudel, like many foreigners, comes from a remote town, where information is unavailable, behind the times, there is no music, and there are no movies.

Dudel once lived in such a world. According to his family's plan, he would work in a factory when he became an adult, get married at a suitable age, have children, and then let his next generation repeat this process.

Whenever people are quiet at night, Dudel will think about what the meaning of such a life is, but if he thinks about it more carefully, Dudel himself can't figure it out.

One day, by some chance, Dudel heard the passionate melody. From then on, he could no longer stand the dead silence of the town. Dudel left his hometown and came to Opos.

Dudel likes this city, although many people say that Opos is not a suitable city to live in. It is changing with each passing day. New things are born every day, and old things are eliminated.

Many people cannot adapt to the rhythm of Opos, and once many people adapt here, they will never adapt to other cities. This is how wonderful it is.

This is a gorgeous city, but it is also a dark city, with a huge gap between rich and poor, numerous gangs, an astonishingly high crime rate, a steady stream of strangers, and, oh, by the way, there is also a dark place like the Great Rift. land, and the gray tide haze that occasionally erupts from within.

Those editors were right, this is a hell of a place.

Everything you want is here, and this city will take away everything you desire.

Dudel knew all this, but he didn't mind it. If he could, he would live here forever.

The lights kept flashing, the elegant melody disappeared, people screamed and fled the building, and in the chaos, only Dudel stood calmly next to the pothole.

The dust raised stained Dudel's high-end goods. Under this situation, Dudel was stunned for a while, and then laughed out loud.

The date he was feeling so stressed about was ruined. Dudel suddenly felt an unspeakable sense of freedom, and then fear covered Dudel's consciousness.

People who have lived in Opos for a long time are more or less very nervous and are used to seeing all kinds of criminal conflicts, such as the robbery involving several blocks a while ago, but when this When this kind of thing really happens to you, it is quite a test of your personal mentality.

The dug hole confined Dudel in a corner of the room. He had nowhere to escape. After forcing himself to calm down, Dudel sat back on the chair and poured himself a glass of wine. You must know that this bottle of wine was his. But if you have paid, you will lose money if you don’t drink.

The alcohol numbed the nervous nerves a little, and Dudel comforted himself that after this incident was over, he could tell this unfortunate incident as a joke on the radio.

Yes, that was how Dudel comforted himself whenever something bad happened to him.

"There are stories to tell on the radio tonight."

It seems that Dudel is also a very dedicated expert.

There were violent vibrations and roars of wild beasts coming from below the pit. Who knows what was going on below. Dudel's face began to turn pale. He tried to think of some good things to relax his mind.

Suddenly, the restlessness below subsided and became completely quiet.

Dudel looked nervously at the pit, and then a grappling hook was nailed into the edge of the pit. The hook was tightened and retrieved, and the man jumped up from below.

The man was covered in gray and had several big holes in his clothes. He looked very embarrassed. He looked like he was looking for something, his eyes were scanning around vigilantly, and he exuded full murderous intent.

His eyes fell on Dudel. Dudel felt that the man's gaze was as sharp as a knife. Dudel instinctively looked away, avoiding the man's gaze.

Then something happened that Dudel couldn't figure out. The knife-like eyes softened and turned into a little fiery.

In this absurd scene, the man held the cold sword blade in both hands and said excitedly, "Dudel?"

Dudel was about to cry.

For a moment, Dudel recalled his social circle. With his nocturnal creature's work and rest habits, he had almost no friends except work, so how could he know such a person.

The man walked over quickly, and the sword blade reflected the bright light, matching the excited look on the man's face.

Dudel was really about to cry, tears already rolling in his eye sockets.

"It's really not a good time to meet at this time."

The man complained in a low voice and looked around warily from time to time. He seemed to be in a hurry. He let go of the sword blade in his right hand, took Dudel's hand, and shook it vigorously a few times.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Dudle!"

Dudel had a hard time thinking about what was going on.

The man said happily, "I'm your fan!"

Dudel began to have trouble understanding the word "fan."

"Ah...ahhh!"

Dudel has lost basic speech skills and can only pronounce different syllables to express his emotions.

The man's enthusiasm had not yet been vented. He imitated Dudel's tone and imitated the classic opening remarks in front of him.

"Gray fog! Industry!"

The man looked at Dudel expectantly and mouthed, as if he wanted to shout the next words together with Dudel.

“Delicious shrimp crackers!”

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

Dudel cried, tears blurring his vision, and he couldn't figure out why he was crying.

Was it the shock of fear, or was it the passionate interaction with fans in this situation that made me cry?

Forget it, who cares about this kind of thing?

At least it was certain that the guy in front of him was really his fan, and then Dudel sighed in his heart, how could he have such a fan? Who is usually listening to his radio station.

The man was so happy, I don't know why he would be happy because of this kind of thing.

"See you next time, Dudel!"

After the two high-fived, the man waved to Dudel, threw the hook upward, and disappeared.

He came like a hurricane and left like a hurricane, leaving only the ruins of this place and Dudel's desolate heart.

Dudel stood there stunned for a long time, and then he slowly fell to the ground, looking in a daze.

"I love this damn place."

Dudel murmured.

…

Boluogo jumped into the shadow of the city again, running quickly relying on the hook.

I never expected that I would meet Dudel here. Unfortunately, I still have things to do now, otherwise Boluogo would have to drag Dudel to talk to him about music appreciation.

Borogo is indeed a fan of Dudel in every sense of the word, and it is difficult for him to refuse peripheral products related to Dudel, such as meals recommended by Dudel. He couldn't tell why.

But private life is private life, work is work, and now Boluogo has important things to do.

After falling into the building with the beast, the beast thought that he would have an advantage at close range, but Bologo soon taught it a lesson.

In the blink of an eye, Boluogo pierced the beast's body with his spear. Just as he was about to kill it, the beast mysteriously disappeared into the shadows and left the battlefield.

Boluogo guessed that this should be some kind of diversion method. It should not have escaped far. Now Boluogo can still vaguely detect the etheric residue of the beast.

According to Boluogo's speculation, the opponent should not be an alchemy creature, but a condenser. The secret power may be the Body Ascension School, turning itself into that weird beast.

Anyway, the riot had already started, so Boluogo simply stopped holding back. With the blessing of the ether, he was as fast as a phantom, walking through the rooftops of the city, chasing the beast.

Suddenly, an invisible threat approached from the distance, without any sound or etheric reaction. In this night environment, Boluogo was completely unaware of all this.

The cold metal grazed his arm and scraped a piece of blood. Boluogo stopped on a rooftop and quickly hid in the bunker, but soon another bullet pierced the air under the night cover.

According to the direction where the previous bullet hit, this bullet should not have hit Bologo who was hiding behind the bunker, but the high-speed bullet was deflected at a certain angle and hit Bologo.

Weak sparks flashed on the scales. Bologo had put on iron armor. It seemed that there was more than one attacker, and they were all hiding out of Bologo's sight.

"Mr. Borogo Lazarus."

A distorted murmur sounded behind Boluogo. When Boluogo turned around, a dark beast jumped out from the shadows. It seemed to be able to travel through the shadows, and its whereabouts were strange and unpredictable.

Boluogo and the beast collided and wrestled with each other. For a moment, no one could do anything to the other. Dense spikes erupted from the scales, repeatedly piercing the beast's body. Under the damaged wounds, no blood spilled out, but instead Waves of restless ether.

The bloody maw of the beast was close at hand, and a human face emerged from the darkness on the head. His dark and crazy eyes stared at Boluogo, and he cheered to Boluogo.

"I'm your fan!"