Endless Debt

"Barri La~ Barri La~"

The melody danced in the Undead Club at night. Sere was busy behind the bar, mixing cups of drinks perfunctorily, while Bode was in the back kitchen, using his superb cooking skills to fry piles of Pile of French fries with chicken nuggets.

Amidst the aroma of wine and delicious food, Boluogo and Aimu sat on the bar, looking at the goldfish in the fish tank with smiles on their faces.

"Stop it, I never want to become any sea creature in my life. Do you know how many times I died passively in just a few hours?"

The goldfish in the fish tank made a series of accusations, "Wow, the big fish really eats the small fish!"

Then it added, "Fortunately, I didn't turn into a starfish. Turning into a starfish would be too troublesome."

With an unstoppable smile on his face, Boluogo picked up a spoon and stirred the water. The goldfish turned around with the whirlpool.

"Speaking of which, I also bet with others."

"What bet?"

Weier turned around a few more times and stopped in a daze.

"Bet you will be resurrected into something."

"What did you bet on?"

"Bet you're resurrected as a crab."

Aimu couldn't help laughing, interrupting the conversation between Boluoge and Weier. She lowered her head and approached the fish tank. Under the refraction of the water, she saw a pair of huge eyes staring at Weier.

"How did you become a goldfish?"

"It's so cute!"

"It's cute...it's also a bit funny."

Weier slapped the water surface hard with her tail, splashing some water droplets and falling on Aimu's body.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!"

Seeing that Aimu gave in, Weier stopped and continued to circle in the narrow fish tank. After turning into a goldfish, it was indeed a lot of trouble, but it was indeed a novel experience. Before Weier got tired of it, it They will stay in the fish tank honestly.

The door was pushed open forcefully, and an arrogant figure stood at the door.

"Hello everyone!"

Palmer happily greeted everyone. Next to him was the silent Church. This cold guy changed his mind and actually had a slight smile on his face. Looking behind him, Ah Fia emerged cautiously.

Boluogo looked at Afia with a little surprise. He didn't expect that she would come with Church, but it was reasonable. Church had previously said that he was going to get engaged to Afia. According to the regulations of the Order Bureau, , the immediate family members do have a certain right to know, and they will also be included in the management scope of the Order Bureau.

"Afea, let's meet you all."

Church took the initiative to introduce his friends to Afia, and Afia stood up cautiously, greeted everyone, and then, under the guidance of Church, sat at the table near Boluogo.

"Don't be nervous, Afia," Church reassured her, "Just treat it like you accidentally stumbled into a thriller filming set, or a costume party."

Afia nodded. She had known the special nature of Church's identity a long time ago. Even though Church later told her some things about the extraordinary world, without personal experience, those pale words were difficult to understand. A concrete concept formed in Afia's mind.

"Oh? New friend!"

Sere noticed Afia and greeted them both.

Afia looked at Serei. This guy was indeed very attractive in appearance and temperament, like a wanderer. But after a few more glances, Afia noticed the funny clothes on Serei.

The top has bright purple wide sleeves and is covered with sparkling sequins. Tight black leather pants can be vaguely seen on the lower body. There are gold jewelry on the neck and wrists. The whole person's outfit looks like something from the wardrobe. The products are randomly combined and arranged.

After a burst of inexplicable cheers, Sere stepped on the bar, just like Boluogo did when he saw him for the first time, jumped up, turned around, and landed firmly next to Church, with the hand in his hand. The plate seemed to stick to his hand, and the wine glass was firmly fixed without leaking.

"have fun."

Sere served the two of them wine with a smile, and then placed a glass of water between them.

Afia was a little confused, but she still tried to control her inner doubts and remained calm, and then another cheer sounded.

"I am coming!"

The sound of objects falling into the water was heard. The fish tank on the bar was empty, but there was an extra goldfish in the water glass.

"How about it? My precise jumping is pretty good, right?"

The moment Goldfish spoke, Afia felt her head freeze for a moment. Before she could process the information in front of her, a tall figure walked out of the kitchen behind the bar. He was holding French fries and chicken nuggets and placed them on the table. In front of Afia's eyes.

"Hello."

"Hello...hello."

Afia looked at the huge skeleton in front of her, and she felt that there seemed to be some errors in her understanding of Church's work content.

Church patted Afia on the back, "Don't think too much, just relax."

The cheers were still there, even a little noisy.

There were not many people coming to the party today, only people like Boluogo came. They had just experienced a near-death operation, and with the mercy of the decision-making room, they got a rest holiday, while the others were treated in various ways. They are all busy with tasks and are working overtime. Most of the tasks are to deal with the follow-up to the incident in the Land of Eternal Night.

Although the number of people at the party was not large, everyone was sincerely happy. After all, anyone who climbed out of hell alive would love life twice as much.

The joyful atmosphere numbs everyone's nerves, wandering between reality and illusion, enjoying the secret joy of being alive.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open again, cold wind blew in, and a hazy and thin figure appeared.

Her arrival was like an alarm bell, bringing everyone back to reality from their erratic fantasies. She closed the door and walked in, standing among the people.

Olivia looked at Boluogo silently, and then looked at Sere silently. With her silence, everyone held their breath inexplicably. At the limit of suffocation, she spoke.

"Is there any work I can do?"

Boluogo and Sere looked at each other, their eyes filled with the same shock and disbelief, until Bode came out and responded proactively.

"We are short of a waiter, can you do it?"

The Undead Club has always been short of manpower. To be precise, it lacks manpower to run the bar. Sere is the bartender and manager, Bode is the cook or the cleaner, and Wei Er is just a mascot, and this mascot can also cause trouble. After returning from the Land of Eternal Night, Sere has been thinking about whether to use Scott as a mascot.

Then there is...Saizong...

"good."

Olivia nodded and accepted her job easily, "What do I need to do now?"

"You don't need anything," Serei stuck his head out and made a gesture of invitation, "Today is a party, find a seat and sit wherever you like."

Olivia took a deep look at Sere. The scrutiny in her eyes was always so unsettling. Sere felt like he had goosebumps.

"Your clothes are really bad."

"ah?"

After Olivia said that, she ignored Sere and walked to the corner of the bar. Sere remained in a trance. The torture from her daughter was always so sharp and heartbreaking.

After the interlude, the singing was still going on. Sere and Bode finished their work and came out one after another to join the party, while Weier jumped between the water glasses.

Palmer asked maliciously, "Speaking of which, do you want to give it a try?"

"What?"

Palmer flashed a bottle of beer.

The goldfish's eyes glowed strangely, and as an undead, it would not let go of any novel experience.

"Try it!"

Palmer opened the bottle cap and poured the wine into the fish tank. Weier continued to spin in circles, spinning faster and faster, blowing bubbles.

Sere sat next to Boluogo and complained feebly, "I can't imagine what the days will be like."

"What's wrong?"

Serei hesitated for a moment, but still said, "After we left the etheric realm, the battle between Sai Zong and Arrogance continued. What do you think of the outcome?"

"I have no idea."

Boluogo shook his head, and his relaxed expression became as solemn as Sere's. Although the past few days had been easy, everyone couldn't help but tense up when they thought of Sai Zong's survival, which would involve a series of events. The devil is out.

"But now, the Immortal Club still exists. This should mean that Sai Zong is still alive, right?"

Boluogo guessed that the reason why the Undead Club is so weird is because this is the land of the devil, where the privilege of twisting the material world is unbridled.

"Not necessarily," Sere vetoed. "The power of original sin will not disappear, it will only transfer. In other words, if Sai Zong is defeated, this place will not be destroyed, it will just change its owner."

Boluogo said, "Then can I understand that on the premise that Sai Zong is defeated, as long as Arrogance thinks, all of us will be killed by him here?"

"almost."

"Then we are still alive, which means Sai Zong is still alive..."

Halfway through his words, Boluogo suddenly denied what he said, "Not necessarily."

Leviathan's figure flashed in front of Bologo's eyes. At the last moment, he guided the blood people to sacrifice and transformed himself into a glorious one... It seemed that all of this was in his plan, so Is Sai Zong's decisive battle with Arrogance also related to him?

Is it possible that Leviathan will become the real winner when Sezon and Pride both lose?

Boluogo did not continue to think about it. It was too painful to think about these facts, not to mention that it was a happy time and thinking about these things would only spoil the atmosphere.

"Let's talk about you, Sere."

Bologg and Sere clinked glasses, and in order to celebrate this rare victory, Bologg rarely changed his orange juice into wine.

"What to talk about?"

"Killing the Night King and getting rid of the nightmare...will you feel like you are reborn?"

Boluogo's eyes were full of curiosity. From his perspective, he and Sere had many similarities. They were both troubled by a certain nightmare, and after solving that nightmare, they ushered in a new life.

Serei was silent for a long time and smiled bitterly, "Do you want to hear the truth?"

"if not?"

Sere moved the wine glass away, put his hands on his face, and after grabbing his hair vigorously, he said, "I don't feel anything. Really, Boluogo. If I have to use a specific word to describe it, all I can imagine is emptiness."

"emptiness?"

"Yeah, empty."

Serei maintained that faint smile, but his eyes were full of sadness, "I have experienced everything that should be experienced, and enjoyed what should be enjoyed. Even this final long-cherished wish has disappeared... I can no longer imagine it. Here’s my reason for living.”

The driving force that had been supporting Sere disappeared, and he was like a car parked in the wilderness, unable to find a way forward.

"Actually, looking back now, I think that maybe I was afraid of this when I was so timid and cowardly? As long as the Night King is still alive, I have a reason to live and prepare for the unreachable revenge. "

Sere and Boluogo looked at each other, "You know? Now I feel like I am a pale corpse."

Bologg thought about Sere's words and tried to put himself into his perspective, but no matter how hard Bologe tried, an objective fact stopped him. Bologg did not live as long as Sere and experienced as much. many.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Who knows?"

Sere raised his glass to Boluogo, "Don't think so much, just enjoy the moment."

The fun continued until midnight, when Church left first with Afia, followed by Bologna and Aimu, then Palmer...

Serei sat palely behind the bar, watching each of his friends leave, imagining in his mind that a hundred years later, after their passing, all the joy, no matter how strong it was, would become thin and wither under the torrent of time.

After Bode finished cleaning, he held Weier and took Olivia to choose her own room. Only Sere was left at the bar, sitting blankly.

Sere's pupils dilated slightly and his vision was out of focus. He stayed in place like a sculpture. After a long time, he stood up stiffly and came to the door of the wine cellar.

Opening his chest and taking out the blood-stained key, Sere opened a dark door and passed through him. The dim sky came into his eyes, and the calm island was presented to him like a picture.

"It's in the bar~"

Serei hummed his favorite song, waded across the soft beach, and came to the big shade tree. There were two graves under the tree, one was Aisha's, and the other was left by Serei for himself. , the pit was dug many years ago, but the dead bones that should be buried have never arrived.

After stroking the cold tombstone, Sere fell down into the grave. The sand covered his body like a cold quilt, and the twinkling stars could be seen between the gaps in the leaves.

"Aisha, I loved Sere when I lived with you, and I loved the life I lived for you."

Sere's voice was very soft, like he was talking in his sleep. He stretched his body and lay comfortably in the cold tomb.

To this day, Sere can be sure that he is ready, ready to meet Aisha, ready to let the warm sunshine warm his pale heart.

Sere closed his eyes quietly and waited for the sunrise.

A golden skyline rose above the distant sea level, as if it were made of molten gold. It spread across the sea and invaded the island. Sere could already smell the sunshine, but there was no fear in his heart. Instead, he was filled with longing, making his pale corpse find a place to rest.

Someone broke Sere's dream, grabbed Sere's collar, and forcefully lifted him out from the bottom of the pit.

Sere lay on the beach and looked at the guy standing next to the grave in shock.

"What are you planning to do? Seek death? End your boring life?"

Olivia was condescending and commented coldly on Sere. The creeping shadows spread around her body. It seemed that she was secretly following Sere. The paralysis of alcohol and the etheric shielding of the extreme realm made Sere not notice her at all. The presence.

"I……"

Before Sere could finish his words, Olivia kicked him back into the grave.

"I...I just can't find the target, Olivia."

Sere looked at the sky calmly, "I have experienced the path I should take, the things I should do, everything. Now it seems that there is only one piece left in the puzzle of my life - death."

He asked Olivia, "We had a great time drinking in the bar just now, right? But in a few decades or a hundred years, the people and things I am familiar with will disappear, leaving me alone to bear all this." "

Serei smiled and said, "It's strange. I was so afraid of death before, but now I'm yearning for it. Maybe I really realize that there are many things in this world that are more terrifying than death.

So...so I wanted to find some comfort in her side. "

An oppressive silence lingered between each other, and the golden skyline moved slowly, covering all the darkness.

"No, Sere, not everything is lost."

Suddenly, Olivia shook her head and jumped into the grave, "After a few decades or a hundred years, you will not have nothing."

"You still have me," Olivia hugged Sere and whispered, "I forgive you, Sere."

Sere accepted Olivia's hug blankly. He felt like he was hugging a blazing fire. It was not hot, but extremely warm.

Staring at the rising day, Sere's eyes filled with tears.