Endless Debt

"Yo, Sere."

"Hey, Wei'er."

Seeing that it was Weier, Sere breathed a sigh of relief, walked around Weier, pushed open the door of his room, and put the parasol aside.

Weier followed Sere, and with a few dexterous jumps, she jumped onto the wardrobe and looked down at Sere from above.

"A lot of things happened while you were away, Sere."

"Really?" Se Lei took off these fancy things on his body, "That's really a pity... By the way, has anyone come to see me?"

While changing clothes, Sere picked up a booklet and read out the names one after another according to the date, "Jenkin? Irene? Polly?"

Weier said, "There have been a few, but I'm not sure if they are the people on your book."

"That's probably true," Sere said. "What a pity. I originally arranged to have some unforgettable nights with them."

"Oh, by the way, are the daffodils here?"

Weier tilted her head, "What are daffodils?"

"Her stage name, as for her real name, I haven't had time to ask," Sere put on his fancy clothes, "We met in the pole dancing class, and she even invited me to dance together once."

Sere raised his eyebrows, looking confident.

"Did you go to see her?"

Wei'er didn't bother to cooperate with Serei's boring joke and asked simply and straightforwardly, "I thought you were ready. I even thought you wouldn't come back."

"I...I'm not ready yet."

The smile on Sere's face froze and disappeared, as if he was afraid of Weier's gaze, he dodged his eyes and said, "And now there are new things that need me."

"A group of night tribes have left the Land of Eternal Night and are developing rapidly..."

"Is this your excuse for yourself?"

Wei'er easily saw through Sere's cover-up and said without mercy.

Serei fell silent. He walked slowly to the bed and sat down. After hesitating for a long time, he slowly said, "Sorry, I'm not ready."

"They all say that I am the child who is most like my father. Maybe I even inherited his damn cowardice."

Weier still wanted to say something, but it was obvious that Serei looked lonely, and the thousands of words he said became meaningless.

The black shadow flashed past, and Weier was too lazy to face Serei and left his room directly. Serei closed the door silently and collapsed on the bed.

In the darkness, Lisere saw the portraits hanging on the wall again. The paintings were so vivid, as if someone was really sealed into the two-dimensional paper.

The women looked at Serei as always, with concern or hatred, but Serei seemed not to care about all this. He lazily turned over and hugged a lot of quilts.

…

Between nothingness.

In the vast gray world, a figure walks from far to near. His steps are slow, but each step can cover a very long distance. Coupled with his bloated space suit, the two contradictory attributes of clumsiness and dexterity are one and the same. And exists in him.

The astronaut jumped up repeatedly, and together with him were the boulders suspended above his head. They collided with each other and made a vague and long low sound.

After crossing an unknown distance, the astronaut stopped. He hadn't been here for a while. Most of the time, he was at the open-air cinema, admiring the various things in the world.

In a crater not far from the astronauts, a wooden door stood strangely at the bottom. With the dim light on, someone pushed open the wooden door and arrived in the void.

The man was wearing blue pajamas and staggered on the fine dust. He raised his head and stared at the dead and strange beauty.

He rarely comes here because the astronauts rarely invite him. For this reason, every time he comes here, the man will try to peek into every place here, trying to fully take in this strange beauty.

The astronaut snapped his fingers. Like a prank, the power protecting the man disappeared, and for a moment, extreme coldness engulfed his body.

The man opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Then a thin layer of frost covered his body surface. At the same time, the blood in his body began to boil, the gas in his lungs escaped quickly, and a dull explosion sounded from his body. , after every explosion, his body was like cracked loess, full of ferocious cracks.

Horrible wounds were all over the body, and a pure black, tar-like substance overflowed from the gaps. They broke free from the constraints of gravity, like wildly growing thorns and vines, flowing out of the body uncontrollably.

Many ferocious faces and weird cries flashed through the tar, but none of the sounds could be conveyed. It seemed to be boiling, stretching out slender, downy-like tentacles.

It was as if the man was not dead, but the collapse of his body had broken some kind of bondage, revealing the true appearance of the monster hiding inside.

"Do you think this is fun?"

The sound reached the astronaut's ears clearly. Even if the shelter did not come, all the overflowing tar returned to the body in the next moment, and the dead flesh and blood also glowed with life. The strong vitality withstood the cold and death.

Belphegor took steps forward on the steep slope, crossed the crater, and came to the astronaut. When he came to him, Belphegor seemed to have re-entered the shelter, and all influences from the outside world were gone. Disappeared.

"It's nothing, I just haven't seen your ugly posture for a long time."

A raucous laugh sounded from under the astronaut's helmet, and he turned to lead the way for Belphegor.

Belphegor followed the astronaut and looked at him doubtfully, "How long are you going to wear this diving suit?"

Mentioning his ugly appearance, Belphegor noticed that since the fall of the Holy City, the blood relative in front of him had put on this weird diving suit, and had never taken it off for a moment in these long years.

If he hadn't been able to feel the familiar aura of madness on his body, Belphegor would have been hard-pressed to connect the astronaut with the familiar blood relative in his memory just by looking at him.

"Who knows?"

The astronaut replied nonchalantly, and Belphegor did not ask further questions. He was not here today for these things.

"Is that thing finally built?"

"Almost, it has taken so long, and it has lived up to expectations."

The astronaut said as he led Belphegor to a huge crater. This crater almost covered the entire field of vision. At the bottom of this deep and dark crater, the outline of some huge creation could be vaguely seen.

"Do you have confidence in your bet with Asmodeus?"

"I was confident," Belphegor said, "but Irving was so uncontrollable that I thought..."

The astronaut interrupted Belphegor, "Forget it, Asmode is not important. She feels she is qualified to participate in the fight, but she has never really understood us at all."

"Ha, yes," Belpheinger couldn't help but get excited when he mentioned that great plan, "She thought we just wanted to win the dispute... She is still so naive."

A huge shadow enveloped the astronauts and Belphegor. With the arrival of the astronauts, this huge creation let out a low roar, and then started to operate slowly.

The tall mechanical structures unfolded one by one, and the golden mirrors were like released wings, floating one by one and connecting with each other to form a circular half-arc golden mirror.

The astronaut waved his hand, and the huge rocks like mountains suspended above his head were moved away. After countless rubbles were moved, the gray clouds, the endless sea, and the endless mountains now looked like shallow textures.

The blue and clear planet is reflected in the huge golden mirror.

Belphegor burst out laughing, "They would never have imagined that your land would be here."

Without saying a word, the astronaut led Belphegor to the shadow of the huge creation, where there was also an open-air cinema. The two of them took their seats. The astronaut pressed the remote control, and the light hit the screen, clearing the blue. The planet is placed within the frame, as if this huge creation is some kind of camera.

Press the remote control again, and the azure color disappears, replaced by streaks of blazing white light wrapping around the planet. The brightness of each light is not consistent. At a rough look, it looks like some kind of weather. Figure, and the thickness of the clouds is marked by the degree of light.

Belphegor exclaimed, "How beautiful...the ether."

In the blazing white light, you can see spots of light shining like daylight. Belphegor knew that those were the ether vortex points created by the concentration of ether reaching its limit.

Countless ether vortex points are spread all over the world, and a steady stream of ether fills every gap in the world.

"Can you find it with this thing?"

The astronaut replied, "Okay."

He opened the golden glass mask, and dark particles spilled out from under the helmet.

"Just find the point where the concentration of ether is highest, and that's where it all comes from."