Endless Debt

In the quiet black and white world, Blogo covered his cheeks with his hands. He was like a child, his body trembling slightly, and faint sobs were looming.

Hill looked at Blogo with surprise. He had expected many reactions from Blogo, such as resolutely devoting himself or being cowardly like a coward and becoming the master of the world, but Hill had never expected Blogo to be like this - sad.

The other demons were the same. They whispered as if they saw something unbelievable, and the strange murmurs echoed endlessly, like a group of earthworms moving the soft soil.

The sobbing lasted less than a minute. Blogo put down his hands, his eyes still downcast. In the black and white world, his face was reflected as a shadow, with nothing in it, just pure darkness.

Hill asked, "Are you crying, Blogo?"

Blogo nodded silently without denying.

"Oh my god..." Hill exclaimed in amazement, "It's crazy, you actually have such a fragile side?"

No matter from which angle you think about it, it's hard to believe that Blogo would be a person who sobbed in front of death.

All along, Blogo has stood in people's hearts with absolute strength and confidence. He seems to be born cast in iron, as cold as steel, and as tough and reliable as steel.

How can a man cast in iron shed tears? Only when the head is cut off by a fire sword, will burning blood flow.

But such an existence, under his violent and crazy side, actually hides this soft appearance, which even the devils have never thought of.

"Hill, no matter how much I alienate myself, whether I regard myself as a savior or a punished evil spirit..."

Blogo touched his chest, as if he was feeling the faint warmth and the ups and downs of his heartbeat.

"My essence is still human, a human with flesh and blood, but the position and responsibilities I usually hold make me hide all this in my heart and arm myself with steel."

After taking a deep breath and losing control for a short time, Blogo's emotions stabilized, "Sorry, I lost my composure."

"It's nothing," Hill expressed his understanding, and then he asked, "What are you sad about? Death?"

"Sad...sad about many things."

Blogo murmured to himself, "Sad about the uncertain future, sad about the death of my own destiny, sad...sad that I can no longer see my friends, toast with them, and laugh with them."

"This is really too sad, isn't it?" Blogo's voice trembled, "I finally got I have everything, all that is beautiful, but it is so short-lived and fleeting. "

"Do you want all this happiness to become eternal?"

Hill sincerely suggested, "It's okay, Blogo, refuse it, this is what you deserve, no one will blame you."

He laughed, "Anyway, you are indeed the savior, as a hero who saves the world, it's okay to be a little selfish."

Blogo slowly raised his head and looked at Hill quietly, "Do you want me to refuse to sacrifice, take away everything, and become the head of all evil?"

Hill still looked leisurely and said, "It's all up to you."

Blogo closed his eyes, darkness and silence fell again, this time, even the whispers of the devils disappeared.

Hill seemed to have run out of patience. He asked, "Are you still hesitating?"

"No, I'm just reminiscing."

"Reminiscing what?"

"Those beautiful things."

Looking back at all the beautiful things, this time Blogo opened his eyes calmly, his anxious heart became calm, and a faint smile appeared on his tired face.

Blogo felt a sense of relief he had never felt before, as if the knots that entangled his thoughts were being untied one by one.

"The moment is eternity."

Gently kissing the ring on his finger, Blogo stood up. He looked at Hill firmly with his eyes and his voice was solemn.

"Where should I sign? Jealousy."

Hill was stunned for a moment, and then a twisted smile was released from his face. The evil sound was like the painful struggle and howling of a tortured person.

Jealousy is Hill, and Hill is jealousy. They are two sides of the same coin like light and darkness, and like isomers torn apart by will.

In the battle, he was Hill who fought for the fate of mankind. Now, he was the jealousy who bewitched Blogo.

Jealousy asked loudly, "Are you sure? Blogo."

Blogo was tired of this test of human nature. In his opinion, jealousy's repeated inquiries were simply a humiliation to his will.

Propping up the table with both hands and leaning forward, Blogo roared like an angry man.

"Don't waste any more time. Just take everything from me!"

Blogo's angry expression seemed to have passed through the barrier of time and was frozen at this moment. At the same time, it seemed that an invisible camera was moving slowly backwards.

His figure shrank sharply in the picture, while the surrounding scene was expanding wildly, until the entire picture contained endless situations as if tearing reality apart, touching the limit of the edge and swallowing everything.

The savior's anger is so strong, and the devils each show their unique expressions, standing solemnly on both sides of the savior. The black and white tones reveal a strange and profound symmetrical beauty, which makes people shudder.

The boundaries between reality and fiction are ruthlessly broken, and the layers of the story are twisted and reversed.

Suddenly, a line of dazzling text burst out of the air, penetrating through the layers of pictures and shockingly appearing in front of everything.

End.

Everything is silent.

The figure sitting in the audience looked blankly at the big screen in front of him and blinked.

In the final scene, the savior glared ahead. He seemed to be looking at Hill, or at that mysterious being, or... as if he was looking at the audience across the boundaries of the screen.

The audience was a little confused. The savior made his choice, but this movie did not depict the scene after his decision... Is the world headed for destruction or rebirth?

It's like deliberately inducing people's imagination, leaving endless suspense for the audience.

The audience was thinking, this is a good movie, but the movie is over. Even if this movie can bring more thoughts, he should leave here.

But just when the audience was about to get up and leave, suddenly, applause sounded.

The audience turned around and saw that in the auditorium behind him, the devils who were supposed to appear in the play were sitting one by one. As the movie ended, the devils applauded one after another. , as if appreciating that this is a good movie, and also as if celebrating the end of everything.

"Bologo, what do you think of this movie?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in their ears. The audience looked at their seatmate and saw that Hill, who was also supposed to appear in the movie, was actually sitting next to him.

The audience was in a daze for a moment, as if waking up from a big dream. He recalled his name, and then sat back in the audience.

Boluogo looked at the screen and then at Hill beside him. He couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion, and couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

"A movie is just a movie," Hill smiled. "Didn't I tell you before? I was making a movie, and now it's finally over."

"Then...then what does the decision I just made mean?"

"You win."

"I won?"

Boluogo stared at Hill in confusion. All these changes were too fast and too weird, like a stream of consciousness plot, making people confused.

"Have you forgotten? We still have a bet," Hill clapped vigorously, "Congratulations, Boluogo, you won, and we won the bet."

After hearing about the bet, in an instant, those memories that should have been forgotten and buried by Boluogo emerged from his mind like a tide.

Boluogo recalled everything, the day when the Holy City fell, the day when mortals and devils had a game.

It's not clear whether it was too long ago or whether it was too deeply forgotten. When Boluogo recalled all this, he always felt that he was looking at another person's life, full of unreality and emptiness.

Boluogo sighed softly, "So...is that so?"

Like a hallucination, burning memories appeared in front of Boluogo's eyes. He was covered in fire and fell into a trench filled with corpses. He was dying. He longed for immortality, longed for survival, and longed for his own escape from this terrible fate. survived.

His wish was heard.

On the scorched earth, on the raised hillside, Hill and Envy stood talking in the blazing foene wind.

Envy said, "See, humans and devils are full of differences and hatred towards each other, and they will only lead to complete destruction in original sin."

"I believe that mankind can be freed from the shackles of original sin," Hill objected. "Your failure does not mean the failure of mankind."

Jealousy smiled, "Would you like to take a bet? Hill."

"What bet?"

Jealousy pondered for a moment, and his eyes swept across the burning battlefield. Vaguely, he heard someone's call, and then he saw himself.

"How about using him as a bet?" said Jealousy, "let him decide the outcome of everything."

Breaking away from the memories, Boluogo's confused eyes became much clearer. Now he looked at the end of the play on the big screen, and he had a clear understanding of all this.

"In other words, that was not my ending just now, was it just the ending of your bet?" Boluogo said calmly, "If I refuse to devote myself, Jealousy will win the bet with you, and his power will Devour everything, including me, and become the absolute and only existence.”

"Yes, in that case, we will lose, everyone will die, and jealousy will become the first of all evils, and the world will be completely destroyed."

Hill said with lingering fear, "Fortunately, you won, Boluo Ge. You chose to sacrifice yourself, so jealousy failed."

He rubbed his head vigorously and said with a bad smile, "That's great, I can't hear his voice anymore."

Boluogo fell silent and sat in the audience, looking sometimes at the darkness around him and sometimes at the frozen black and white picture on the screen.

"Am I really still a coward?" Boluogo suddenly laughed at himself, "I am afraid of death, so I seek immortality."

Hill asked, "Why, do you feel like your self-confidence has collapsed?"

Boluogo shook his head. He had long been relieved about this, "No, I may have been cowardly in the past, but I am completely different now, right?"

Bologo has overcome his past self and gained a new lease of life.

"So, Hill, is this all your conspiracy?" Boluogo suddenly asked again, "As a soulless person, the memory coordinates of a different world... I obviously escaped the whirlpool of disputes, but On the day when the Holy City fell, I returned there."

Just like a well-arranged script, a predetermined destiny, everyone is moving towards the destined track and cannot escape.

"No."

Hill shook his head and objected, "You didn't appear on that battlefield under my conspiracy. It was just an accident. Even if you weren't there, some other Lazarus would have appeared there, and then Take this responsibility.”

"So I'm not some chosen savior."

"Of course, there is not even the so-called God, so how can one be chosen?" Hill affirmed, "You got here by your own will, there is no doubt about it."

Hill's answer was like some great comfort, and Boluogo suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"Is this the end of the bet just now?"

"That's where we end up," Hill said. "After all, we're all dead and no one is going to make movies, so that's the end of it, right."

"Yes, the devotion continues, and our end is near."

Boluogo repeated in a low voice, and then he felt that something was collapsing little by little.

The darkness of the cinema began to shatter, and cracks of radiant light spread out. Brilliant light poured in from the outside world, making it so bright that people couldn't see the pictures on the screen and couldn't open their eyes.

Boluogo knew that everything was coming to an end. With his dedication, Jealousy lost the bet. He could not become the leader of all evils, while Hill, like himself, chose to dedicate everything.

The broken power of God quickly reorganized, no longer distinguishing between the so-called original sin and virtue. It was reset back to its original state of chaos and transformed into pure power.

Amid the successive collapses, more and more light poured into the room, the black and white tones disappeared, and everyone regained their color.

In this whirlpool of destruction, Boluogo looked surprisingly peaceful. He lowered his head, rubbed the ring in his hand, and chatted with Hill wordlessly.

"After the dedication is over, the power of God will be reset to its initial state of chaos. I will serve as a perfect container to carry its power. At the same time, as a container carrier, I will be waiting for the next visitor. He The good and evil that will determine the power of God will also determine the direction of mankind."

Boluogo looked forward to what would happen after the ending, with a slightly melancholy expression on his face, "This sounds like a bet."

"Yeah, but it's also fun, isn't it?"

Hill raised his head and looked at the crack above his head, where the light came in.

"All the efforts I have made are not so much about liberating mankind, but rather about eliminating all outside interference and allowing mankind to make another decision.

It is up to humanity to decide whose victory will be this. "

Boluogo nodded gently, and the collapsing light became more and more. The devils still sat behind them without saying a word. Perhaps they themselves were also looking forward to the end of the curse. Vaguely, Boluogo felt that the devils Laughing and singing.

Staring at the broken screen, the text at the end of the play became blurred... This is the story of Boluogo's life, and it is completely summarized at this point.

"Oh, by the way, one more question, Hill."

Boluogo looked at him curiously, "There is something I never understand."

"What?"

Hill stood up as he spoke, with pitch-black robes covering his body. He looked at Boluogo with a smile. At this moment, he transformed into the last and profound existence of the throne in the movie.

grim Reaper.

"Why does Jealousy want to bet with you?"

Boluogo didn't understand that when the Holy City fell, Hill was at the end of his rope and on the verge of destruction, but Jealousy chose to make a bet with him and gave him the devil's power.

"It's very simple. He is jealous of me and humans."

Hill looked arrogant and narcissistic. "He was jealous of human character, jealous of human beings' noble personalities, and jealous of human beings' golden souls."

“He was going crazy with jealousy, but no matter how much he plundered and devoured, he could not transform his ugly soul into a golden light.

So jealousy chose to destroy it. He made a bet with me to prove to me the inferiority and pathetic nature of human beings, and to prove that we are just a group of pathetic ghosts chasing desires. "

Hill looked forward. The cinema completely collapsed into nothingness. The pale golden morning light shone down, making everything look so warm.

"Fortunately, you won, Borogo, and you proved your nobility to him."

Hill whispered, "Next, it's time for your successors to prove to you that all these sacrifices are not meaningless."

After speaking, Hill strode forward, and the devils also stood up and followed closely behind him.

Boluogo stood there and watched them leave.

Death, the harsh master, led the way at the front, while the eighth person followed at the back to prevent anyone from falling behind. They held hands and danced solemnly towards the dark country in the dim morning light.

"Bye, Hill, bye, everyone."

Boluogo bid farewell to them, and all the light returned to nothingness.

The dark storm rolling in the etheric realm suddenly collapsed, and all the visions returned to absolute tranquility.

In the collapsing black fog, Blogo's figure appeared. The previous round table, cinema, and demons all disappeared. In the vast and quiet world, there was only Blogo and... a crown of light.

The broken power was recast into this crown of light. It quietly floated in front of Blogo, waiting for the successor to decide its fate.

Blogo slowly stretched out his hands, gently held him up, and said piously.

"May your power eliminate all differences."

The heavy darkness finally caught up with Blogo's consciousness. His body fell heavily to one side, and the crown in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Blogo tried to open his eyes and move his body. He wanted to do something and recall something. He hoped that in the last moment of his consciousness, he could be with his friends, even in his memories.

But the strict master, the god of death, had caught up with Blogo. He was always so punctual.

The strong sense of sleepiness made Blogo unable to open his eyes. The heavy fatigue locked his body like a winding root. Gradually, Blogo's breathing became weaker. In the end, the cold wind and snow covered his body.

Blogo stepped into the quiet night calmly and calmly.

In the haze, only the crown of light was shining.

A cruel cycle ended, and it was waiting for the arrival of the successor to open another cruel or hopeful future.

This time it didn't wait too long. After the vast wind and snow, a sound of footsteps slowly approached.

Palmer wrapped his thin clothes tightly, like a traveler who was about to freeze to death in the cold wind, walking alone in this boundless world.