Endless Debt

"This is the 'Key of the Winding Path', which can pass through one door and open another door. This key is engraved with the 'Alchemy Matrix'. It tends to be 'narrow and sharp', so it can only open fixed doors. "

Jeffrey explained to Boluogo, looking at Boluogo's confused look, he smiled.

"There's a lot of information, right? Don't worry, I'll explain it to you slowly later."

After saying that, he opened the door.

Behind the door is not the familiar living room, but pure darkness, swallowing up all the light that shines in. The moment the lock cylinder is opened, this door no longer leads to Boluogo's home, but to an unknown place. dimensions.

"Let's go, remember to close the door."

Jeffrey pulled out the so-called "Key to the Winding Path", smiled mysteriously, stepped directly into the darkness, and disappeared.

Boluoge paused in place for a while, excitement gradually appearing on his astonished face.

This door no longer leads to a familiar room, but to an unknown new world.

He stepped into the darkness and closed the door behind him.

Darkness completely enveloped him, and a nauseating feeling similar to motion sickness surged into his heart, but this strange feeling only lasted for a few seconds and then disappeared.

Boluogo walked in the endless darkness, soft and weak light shone from the top of his head, and he could clearly see the particles floating in the air.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, maintaining an absolute dead silence. For a while, Boluogo couldn't even feel his own breathing or heartbeat.

The huge silence squeezed the eardrums, causing strange pressure under the silence.

In the darkness, he always felt that there seemed to be something moving around him. It was moving slowly around him, or it was standing in place, observing him, but Boluogo couldn't see them. No matter how hard he looked, there were some. It was just a darkness like mist, like a hazy veil, covering the faces of those unknown beings.

Creepy.

Nothing can awaken the most primitive fears in human hearts more than the unknown and darkness.

"Bologo!"

Familiar voices sounded, breaking the dead silence, and they shattered into thousands of pieces.

Boluogo's body trembled slightly, he got out of the suppressed emotions, took a long breath, and looked to the side, where Jeffrey was standing.

"It feels bad, doesn't it? It was the same way when I was first brought here."

Jeffrey was smiling. He seemed to have expected Boluogo's reaction.

"This is a 'transit station', a buffer zone set up by the Bureau of Order to prevent our enemies from getting the 'Key to the Winding Path' and directly and unhindered their way to our lair."

Jeffrey said, waving his hand, motioning for Boluogo to look back.

Looking back, in the hazy darkness, Boluogo could see the door he came from, and the outline of the door was constantly dissipating, and finally disappeared completely.

"Your 'door' is not recorded, so after closing the door, the 'transit station' will directly delete your 'door' and look to the side."

Listening to Jeffrey's voice, Boluogo looked in other directions.

After escaping from the strange feeling of death just now, he found that his vision had become much clearer for a while. He could see that there were countless doors in the darkness, one after another, densely packed, thousands and chaotic. The earth is arranged in the darkness, but they do not disappear like their own doors, but stand here forever.

"Were those doors recorded?" Borlog asked.

"Well, the relationship between them is like a big tree. Countless doors are the extending branches. They pass through the trunk, which is the 'transit station' here, and finally reach the root of the tree, and that is where we are going. The place."

"Where do these twigs and doors lead to?" asked Borogo.

"Any place recorded, some are employee dormitories, some are frequently visited mission locations, and some are entertainment venues such as bars," Jeffrey smiled, "I have to admit, this thing is really convenient...it's a mess. It’s all there, you have to ask the ‘gatekeeper’ for details.”

"Let's go, the sightseeing isn't over yet."

Jeffrey said and continued walking forward.

The transfer station was very large. Due to the darkness, Boluogo couldn't see the specific appearance of the place. He could only vaguely see the countless erected gates of different styles.

"Although the 'Key to the Winding Path' is convenient, not every employee has the right to use it. Even if I use it today, I have to apply for it in advance."

Along the way, Jeffrey explained to Bologg, dispelling Bologg's idea of ​​​​developing a "Key to the Winding Path" after joining the job.

After walking for about ten minutes, they came to the end of the transfer station...if this could be considered the end.

A huge black wall blocked the way for the two of them. The wall exuded a cold atmosphere, and the light fell down, reflecting a damp and cold feeling. Looking from all around, the black wall extended into the darkness and could not be seen. At the end, there are several gates standing under the black wall.

Facing the two men was a heavy iron door covered with rivets. Six crossed swords were carved on the door panel. They were entangled and bound by chains, forming a shape similar to a round shield.

The distance between the gates was very far, and Boluogo could only see clearly the appearance of the gate in front of him, while the other gates were hidden in the hazy darkness.

"Remember this sign, it's the symbol of our Bureau of Order."

Jeffrey tapped the steel relief.

Boluogo looked at the logo of the Bureau of Order, the chain and the sword, and asked curiously.

"Why is it called 'order and security'?"

Boluogo gently stroked the relief, feeling the coldness and hardness of metal on it.

"Just literally?"

Hearing this, Jeffrey slowly put down the key in his hand and did not open the door immediately. Instead, he pondered for a few seconds and asked Boluogo.

"Do you know anything about the devil?"

This question stopped Boluogo. Although he had made a deal with the devil, his memory was completely lost and he could not remember anything useful at all. It can be said that he and the devil are inextricably linked, but for the devil , Boluogo's knowledge was blank.

“The devil is real and has existed since time immemorial.

They possess incomprehensible power. Fortunately, this power seems to be subject to certain restrictions, allowing the human world to continue. "

Faced with Boluogo's silence, Jeffrey began to speak to himself. His voice echoed in the lonely and dark space, and it dispersed without any response.

"They usually hide in the darkness, using all kinds of tempting wishes to attract mortals, and then make mortals sign heavy blood contracts and sacrifice their precious souls.

What's interesting is that the devils are a group of evil and cunning monsters who abide by the rules very much. They will play with mortals within their own rules, watch the mortals fall into despair, and then harvest their souls. "

When Jeffrey said this, his voice paused, and then he continued.

"But because these guys strictly abide by the rules, compared to the greedy devils, these devils can 'communicate', and their rules are not absolutely perfect. It is said that someone once found a loophole in the rules and defeated the devils. military."

"And after that?"

Borlog asked.

"After? There is no after. Devils are very rule-abiding beings. Even if they are tricked by mortals, they can only suffer a loss and admit it."

"Sounds pretty good."

There are not many such trustworthy people, even though they are a group of devils.

"That's true, but don't relax your vigilance because of this. Many people face the devil with a gambler's mentality, and the devil usually doesn't lie. They only tell one true truth after another, but such a truth will Leading you gradually into deeper despair."

Jeffrey was very wary of the devil. Even when he was talking, you could feel his tension, as if such an enemy was around.

"After a long time, we have figured out some of the characteristics of devils. In addition to strictly abiding by the rules, they rarely take the initiative to interfere with the world. More often, they use bad wishes to deceive mortals, and then through the hands of mortals, they processes that influence the world.

Thanks to such behavior, the devil's records in history are very rare. "

"But the devil seems to be everywhere."

Boluogo said mysteriously. After speaking, his body trembled slightly. He didn't understand why. He looked at Jeffrey and was met with the same cold gaze.

"The devil is interfering with the course of human history."

Jeffrey said.

"We once suspected that the devil was behind many major events in history. The more turbulent and bloody the era, it seems that their 'wishes' business will be better, and more souls will be recorded.

But we still don’t know why the devil does this. Is it really just for the soul to interfere in the process of history? If it's for souls, why do they need so many souls, and what do souls mean to them.

food? The source of power? Or does it have a more mysterious meaning?

No one knows. "

Jeffrey's words gradually weakened, as if he himself was lost in thinking about the devil, but he soon woke up.

“The significance of the existence of the Bureau of Order is to minimize the interference of the devil on the course of human history. To put it in easy-to-understand terms, it means to keep everything related to the devil out of the human world.

Kill those who can be killed, and lock up those who cannot be killed. "

There was a rare cold wind blowing in Jeffrey's words. Boluogo knew this very well. He once "locked him up if he couldn't kill him."

"Maintain the order of the extraordinary world and ensure the safety of the human world."

Jeffrey looked at Boluogo, and their eyes met. This kind guy, with a rare sense of coercion, spoke to Boluogo seriously and solemnly.

"This is the meaning of the existence of the Order Bureau, what it is executing, and what you must abide by in the future."