Endless Debt

Berogo woke up from the bed and saw the familiar, narrow ceiling. He felt like he had just woken up from a larger coffin, feeling very decadent.

This is the small bedroom that Berogo left in the office. The office and the coffin seem to be no different, both are places leading to death.

Berogo sat on the bed in a trance for a while, yawned hard, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and left the small bedroom with a tired face.

Outside the door, Freya had been waiting for a long time. Seeing that Berogo woke up, they all rushed up.

"This is the pending items for today."

"This is what was not handled yesterday."

"Regarding the reconstruction assistance of the Kogadel Empire, this is more urgent, please sign here first."

"The meeting in the decision-making room will start soon, please be ready."

Berogo blinked, looking at the group of Freyas who were chattering and calling around him, he nodded one by one, indicating that he would actively deal with it.

After sending the Freyas away, Blogo sat on a chair and drank the iced coffee that Freya prepared for him.

Blogo was not sure whether the cold liquid and caffeine would work for him, but like a kind of psychological comfort, Blogo had become accustomed to having such a cup every morning.

After sitting quietly on the chair for a few seconds, Blogo sighed deeply.

The cuteness of the Freyas was inversely proportional to the busyness of Blogo's work. The more leisurely they were, the more beautiful these Freyas looked. The busier they were at work, the more these Freyas looked like evil spirits who wanted to take their lives.

But... there was nothing we could do about it.

Blogo glanced at the calendar on the side. On a certain date, a big red cross was drawn.

It had been a week since the end moment that swept all mankind. Fortunately, this time mankind won the game with the devil and the power of God, breaking the cycle of sin and freeing mankind from the curse.

But... to be precise, Palmer won.

Palmer was like the real chosen one, with incredible luck. When Blogo chose to dedicate himself and become the vessel of God's power, Palmer was the first human to come into contact with God's power. At the same time, he made a choice beyond imagination.

Faced with the supreme power that could satisfy all wishes, Palmer did not sink into his own desires, but with unimaginable perseverance, he rejected the temptation that no one could resist and defended his goodness and virtue.

Since then, the circle of sin was broken by Palmer, shattered to the ground, and disappeared. At the same time, Palmer also returned the God's power to Blogo.

Thinking of this, Blogo's eyes glowed with ether. He raised his head, and a crown of light emerged from the void, ending all sins, and only holiness remained.

The Crown of Final Sins

Blog thought that in fact, Palmer still made a wish for the power of God, but his wish was not for his own selfish desires, but for his friends, for Blog, to hand over this supreme power.

In this delicate and complex situation, Blog, as a container of the power of God, also became the embodiment of the wish of the power of God. Like the sacred trinity, Blog thoroughly purified and guided this power of God from the basis of the system that was originally detached from the aliens.

Since then, Blog has become a higher existence than the devil and at the same level as the aliens, the supreme being who is above the crowned and on par with the gods.

More importantly, under Palmer's choice, Blog was also freed from the curse of power and no longer sank under the temptation of desire.

The head of all evil became history with the death of the devils, and now it is Blog, the crown of the final sin, who stands in the world.

So, the curse that has shackled human history for thousands of years disappeared.

Blogo sat quietly for a long time again, and sighed deeply, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden, and as if he was lamenting the impermanence of the world.

"Once again," Blogo said to himself, "Lazarus who came back from the dead."

Unfortunately, Blogo had no time to celebrate the disappearance of the curse, just as the pleasure of defeating the devil was fleeting in his heart.

Work, work, and work.

The final battle with the devil triggered a series of disasters in the material world. Not to mention the great rift that created the world, the Kogadel Empire, which was baptized by the Kingdom of Solidification, was enough to give the Order Bureau a headache for a while.

Although Blogo and others destroyed the Kingdom of Solidification in time, it had caused countless casualties in the short time it was in operation, and caused serious damage to a large area of ​​cities.

With the death of the demons and the demise of the Kogadel royal family, the hostile relationship between the Kogadel Empire and the Rhine Alliance ended. The Order Bureau established several rescue teams to cooperate with the troops that arrived in the Kogadel Empire to provide assistance and reconstruction.

"So busy."

Berogo closed the file in front of him and sighed in a low voice.

At present, even Berogo could not bear the intensity of the work.

That day, when Berogo woke up and took Palmer, who was about to freeze to death, away from the ether world, he only rested for half a day and then devoted himself to the busy post-war reconstruction work.

Berogo was first responsible for resolving the brewing ether vortex points to prevent them from further evolving into extraordinary disasters, and to find a way to close the fatal cracks to prevent the further increase of the ether concentration in the material world.

Under the power of the Crown of Final Sin, on the third day after the battle, Bologo successfully closed the great rift between the Pillar of Kingship and the Ridge of the Mountains, and also relied on that supreme power to solve the problem of all the matter scattered throughout the world. There are most dangerous ether vortex points in the world, but the ether concentration in the material world is still at an extremely dangerous level. Scholars are working overtime to study how to ease the balance between the two worlds.

This busy work has continued to this day, and will probably continue to do so.

Putting down the stack of thick documents in his hand, Bologo leaned back, and the crown of final guilt on his head swayed.

Looking at the golden light, Boluogo didn't feel like he had become the supreme being at all... He had clearly mastered the power of the gods and became a mortal god, but he still had to work at his desk. It was a bit absurd no matter how he thought about it.

What makes Bologo even more irritated is that as a professional field staff, Bologo likes to waste a lot of time in the practice room after every promotion to repeatedly test the limits of his new abilities.

As for how strong he is now, Boluogo has always maintained great curiosity and is eager to try. However, there is no free time for Boluogo to waste at the moment.

Bologo has been able to roughly grasp the power of the Crown of Final Sin, but it is only a rough grasp, and many of the limits are still beyond Bologg's knowledge.

"I still don't have any sense of reality."

Boluogo sighed, and then he smiled with satisfaction.

It is a good thing to have no sense of reality. It proves that Boluogo still has a mortal heart and that he will not have any changes in his state of mind due to the level of strength.

Power is just power, a tool that can be driven, even if this power is enough to split mountains and rocks, or even reverse the world.

Even if he becomes the Supreme, Boluogo must always be vigilant. Once he is lost in power, it will undoubtedly be a betrayal of those who have dedicated themselves.

Freya's figure suddenly appeared from beside Boluogo. Just like Boluogo had no real sense of his own sublimity, Freya also had little feeling.

The only change may be that he can add "you" when calling Boluogo, and most of the time, Freya will forget this.

Just like now.

"Boluogo, the meeting in the decision-making room is about to begin. Do you want to leave now?"

As Freya spoke, she stared straight at the Crown of Final Conscience on Bolog's head. It was obvious that she wanted to touch it and had no intention of asking Bolog.

"It feels really weird."

Freya rubbed the crown of final guilt several times vigorously, as if what she held in her hand was not a sacred object, but a fancy toy.

Boluogo didn't react much to this. He was used to this kind of unrealistic thing.

Just like in the past few days, Bologg often went to the staff canteen to eat. The staff looked at him with surprise. In the past, they could restrain their emotions a little. This time, they applauded Bologg. , cheering, lifted Boluogo up and threw him high into the air.

Of course, a few of them took photos with Boluogo. Boluogo also thoughtfully summoned the Crown of Final Guilt, which made everyone marvel.

The most terrible thing is that there are a few overly social staff members who suggested that they use the technique of borrowing the camera to make the crown of Boluogo's final sin appear just above their heads.

As a result, there were a few more supreme beings in this world for a short time...probably.

Under the celebration of everyone, Boluoge once felt that he was not the supreme being, but more like a doll waiting to take photos with tourists in the scenic spot.

It's good that Boluogo is not a god or a king. He is just a mortal who happens to be in charge of the supreme power.

Every time he thinks of this, Boluo Ge will always feel an inexplicable peace in his heart, like a piece of quiet water.

"Stop playing, it's time to go."

Borrogo calmed the aether within him, and the crown dissipated, urging.

The hazy darkness enveloped Boluogo. When his vision became clear, Boluogo had appeared in a huge hall. It looked like a temporary building. There were no meaningless costumes, only the gray-white Concrete is stacked layer by layer to form a surrounding terraced seating arrangement.

During the final battle, the decision-making room, that is, the One of Ten Thousands, came out in full force. In that final sacrifice, it not only disintegrated itself, but also collapsed along with the huge upside-down hall.

Therefore, the mysterious decision-making room of the Order Bureau was completely destroyed after that battle, both in terms of meaning and physical level.

In order to rebuild the command center, the Kenshi temporarily built this place. Freya's cluster consciousness also took over the original work of Ten Thousand Ones. Although there are still many problems, it at least ensures the current stable operation of the Bureau of Order.

Standing in this huge hall, Boluogo looked at the extended staircase seats, and one familiar face after another came into his eyes.

Aimu, Bailey, Mamo, Lebius, Jeffrey...

In Nethanil's initial formulation, the future decision-making core of the Bureau of Order will no longer be completely dominated by the cluster consciousness. Instead, this power will be split into three parts, one part will be given to the staff working in the decision-making room, and one part will be given to the staff working in the decision-making room. The first share is given to the cluster consciousness, and the last share is given to the current director of the Order Bureau.

Of course, this part of the reform is still under planning, and the staff list of the decision-making room is also being drawn up. During this special period, the Order Bureau has summoned all available staff.

"Even though we have met before, I still feel very lucky to see you all alive again."

Boluogo muttered in a low voice in a voice that could not be heard by others.

Walking up the stairs, Bologo saw Nathaniel, Holt, and...Palmer in a corner of the stairs.

Seeing the three of them looking like this, Boluoge couldn't help but laugh.

In the successive battles, all three of them suffered injuries of varying degrees, and this injury could not be healed in a short time.

Just like a wounded person who had just been discharged from the hospital, Nesanir was covered in circles of bandages. Most of the long hair on his head was shaved off and wrapped with several pieces of gauze.

The flesh and blood that grew in the wound almost ate up Nethaniel's flesh and blood. Although Nethaniel survived after being surgically removed and maintained with the ether, but as the number of soul scars increased, Nethaniel Neil's condition is still not much better.

Holt followed a small cart, which was loaded with extracorporeal circulation equipment similar to that used by Mamo. In the final battle on the ridge of the mountains, Holt tried his best to resist the endless flow of flesh and blood. At full strength, the alchemical matrix was almost overloaded and destroyed.

In order to heal the disintegrated alchemical matrix, the doctors designed this set of extracorporeal circulation equipment. Pure alchemical liquid will circulate in his body twenty-four hours a day to repair the damage to the alchemical matrix.

As for Palmer, he seems to be the worst yet the lightest one. Due to his overly strong luck, his alchemy matrix did not suffer much damage. It is even said that when he regains extraordinary power, he can make alchemy When the matrix was running again, he still had a certain amount of ether remaining in his body.

Palmer's main injuries came from the various frostbites he suffered in the etheric realm when he lost his strength, among which his legs were the most serious. Like Lebius, he sat directly in a wheelchair with his feet in plaster. But this did not prevent Palmer from using the strong wind to propel himself and speeding through the corridors of the Bureau of Order.

"Everyone."

Boluoge smiled and nodded to everyone, and everyone responded to Boluogo in the same way.

"What are we going to discuss today?" Boluogo asked as he took his seat.

"About... the secret source," Mamo on the seat spoke first, his cloudy eyes falling on Boluogo, "It's time to rebuild a new order, isn't it?"

Bologger listened and nodded in approval.

"Yeah, New Order."

Passed away together with the devil, the secret source incarnated by the eighth person. Their power disappeared, but their influence on the world continues.

Then, influence on the world was passed into the hands of Borlog.

Like a subtle...debt transfer?

Bologo tried to understand these things in a more rational way. In short, the various influences left by the devils and the secret source were transferred to Bologo's hands one by one.

Now, Boluogo is not only the only supreme person in the world, but he has also taken over the debts left by the devils and the blood contract of the secret source. Boluogo can feel that he can lift all of this at any time if he wants, but This also means that all beings born from the secret source of the devil will be affected by it.

After careful consideration, Boluogo retained these influences. At the same time, he also ensured that no new debtors would be born in the world, let alone the establishment of a blood contract.

The power of the secret source was temporarily separated and reconstructed from the Crown of Final Conviction by Bologo, and the blazing storm once again rolled up in the ethereal world, so that all the Sublime Ones could regain contact with the ethereal world.

Under Boluogo's day and night work, the world seems to have returned to the eve of the end.

But Boluogo was not satisfied with this. After all, all this is still a product of the old era. Human beings need a new order, a new order that is not affected by any force, rather than a person hanging above their heads. God.

Bologo will serve as the guardian of the old order and continue to maintain the operation of debts and secret sources. The scholars of the Order Bureau will, with the assistance of Bologo, further develop the ethereal world and create a world free from the secrets. A new generation of source-limited alchemical matrix.

For that kind of future, Boluogo is very optimistic.

The secret source was originally born because mortals had no understanding of extraordinary power. In order to speed up all this, the Eighth Man sacrificed himself to create a huge power system to accommodate human beings.

But now, human beings have accumulated enough knowledge and are no longer ignorant beings. Since the alchemy matrix is ​​a power system born from that distant world, Aurora, today's scholars have enough power. To get rid of the limitations of the secret source and create a real, independent alchemy matrix.

new order.

However, before the new order is completely established, the subsequent implantation and promotion of the alchemical matrix will still have to grow through the power of Bologo. This also means that for a long time, Bologo's work will not be done. it's over.

Boluogo felt a little headache about this.

The meeting lasted all morning, and the progress was slow, but it was indeed moving forward.

Bologg walked out of the hall with a tired look on his face, while Palmer pushed his wheelchair happily. Aimu and Vosilin followed closely behind. One was just following Bologg, and the other was responsible for taking care of him. Palmer before he does that stupid thing of speeding down the hallway again.

"Let's go, it's time to have a bite to eat."

Boluogo said a little tiredly. He didn't expect this meeting to last so long...but that's right, after all, this will affect the future of the world.

The established blood contract will be sealed and preserved until all debts are repaid. A new round of Blazing White Storm will be re-rolled in the etheric world. Similarly, when the independently operated alchemical matrix is ​​born, the power of the secret source will also end.

Bologo temporarily split a part of his supreme power to maintain the operation of these two systems, but with the remaining power, he is still the world's undisputed supreme being.

This time when Bologo arrived at the cafeteria, the staff's reaction was not as excited as before. It seems that this period of desensitization reaction was very successful. Everyone's awe of themselves is not so crazy, or even pathological as a kind of belief.

"Oh? Bologo!"

As soon as Bologo arrived, he saw Serre coming out of the crowd and wiping the corners of his mouth. He had just finished his meal.

"Good afternoon, Serre."

Berogo was not surprised that Serre appeared here. After the war, the Order Bureau fell into a serious shortage of personnel. In order to resume operations as soon as possible, the Order Bureau had no choice but to recruit many temporary workers.

"To be honest, I still can't stand your outfit."

Berogo frowned, looking at Serre's uniform of the Order Bureau and the temporary worker badge on his chest, and he felt an indescribable discomfort.

This feeling is very subtle, just like a professional honor guard suddenly mixed with a few clowns from a circus. Let's not talk about their professional qualities, just standing there, there is a feeling that it damages the professional image.

"Hahaha."

Serre laughed loudly, then suddenly moved closer and whispered, "Speaking of which, your Order Bureau has not considered when to hold a celebration?"

Celebration?

Yes, celebration.

After the victory of a war, in order to wash away the bleakness and sadness, and to commemorate the sacrifice and glory, everyone will always gather together to celebrate something, not to mention that the victory of this war will save mankind from the curse of cyclic extinction, which is a moment that will surely go down in history.

Everyone in the Undead Club likes celebrations very much, to be precise, likes any activities that can rationalize hangovers.

So after the Order Bureau had no choice but to recruit these undead as temporary workers, they have been studying these things in their spare time and repeatedly applied to the decision-making room to let them host this event.

When it comes to eating, drinking and having fun, everyone in the Undead Club is a real professional.

However, the Order Bureau is very busy and everyone is busy as if victory has never existed. Therefore, no one pays attention to the demands of these undead, and they just hope to quickly stabilize the turbulent world.

"I don't know, you can plan it yourself first, and then remember to show me the plan first."

Berogo promised Serre a little to save this guy from being restless. As for whether he really came up with a plan? Let Freya take a look first to avoid dirtying her eyes.

Serre asked mysteriously, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Blogo checked the time, "Are you free? Go get busy after dinner."

After sending Serre away, Blogo finally had some peace and quiet. Palmer was moved to the opposite side of Blogo by Wosilin, and then she and Amy went to get food first, and brought some for the two of them.

There was a lot of noise around, Blogo took a long breath, and then looked at Palmer sitting opposite him. He didn't know where he had found a novel and was reading it with relish.

On a day when everyone was busy, Palmer unexpectedly lived a retired life.

Blog thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, I have a question, Palmer."

Palmer said without raising his head, "What?"

Blog pondered for a moment and asked doubtfully, "Why did you reject the power at that time?"

"Huh?"

"Yes, why did you reject the temptation of power and choose to save me?"

Even now, Blog is still confused about Palmer's choice. If Palmer only takes one step forward, he can own the whole world, but he didn't do so, but carried himself to an unknown fate.

This is not a doubt about Palmer's character and will, but Blog is simply puzzled and curious about an answer, an answer that overwhelms reality.

"Is this a difficult question?"

Palmer put down the novel, and he looked more confused than Blog.

Then, he raised the book again, "The answer is very simple. I think if it were you, you would do the same."

"That's it?"

"What else? Do you want me to write you a thousand-word journey?"

Listening to Palmer's words, Blogo fell silent. This was an expected answer. After all, this was Palmer, and his brain structure itself did not allow him to have overly complicated reasons and ideas.

But even so, when this fact was really placed in front of Blogo, Blogo still had a kind of... unreal feeling, as if being treated like this by others was an impossible miracle.

Blogo unconsciously touched the cross on his chest and recalled the passive, beautiful situation from others.

"Humans become human because we have the extraordinary ability to empathize and understand others. These precious qualities enable us to transcend selfish instincts and make altruistic choices with a broader mind, showing the golden splendor of the soul."

Palmer's voice sounded slowly, and Blog looked at him with even more surprise. He didn't expect that Palmer could become so philosophical after experiencing this life-and-death catastrophe.

Palmer seemed to understand what Blog was thinking. He turned the novel over and the words were facing Blog.

He said, "This is written by Irving. He is worthy of being a novelist. I can't think of such words."

...

Sere sneaked through the corridor. He looked around and confirmed that the staff in the broadcasting room had gone to lunch. He quietly opened the door and wanted to sneak in like a thief.

"Sere, what are you doing?"

A familiar voice sounded behind him. Sere turned around quickly, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"Wow! Bode, I'm so scared!"

Sere turned around and saw the tall Bode standing behind him. Like himself, Bode was also wearing a uniform of the Order Bureau with a temporary worker tag on his chest.

"Wait a minute," Serre felt something was wrong, "The voice just now was clearly Wei'er's, how come it's you standing in front of me? Where's it?"

Bode remained silent, unbuttoned his shirt with both hands, and exposed his chest. As a skeleton, Bode's chest cavity was originally empty, but this time, a small fish tank was stuffed into it, and Wei'er swam around in it, like a driver driving a tractor.

Wei'er swam a circle, stuck her head out, and spit at Serre.

Bode buttoned up his shirt again and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

"Me? I'm preparing for the celebration."

Serre walked into the broadcasting room with a beaming face, sat on the chair with a swagger, and fiddled with the equipment in front of him.

Bode was extremely suspicious, "Are you sure?"

"Of course, I just asked Blogo, and he said that we undead are best at eating, drinking and having fun, and it's right to leave this kind of thing to us."

Serre was full of confidence, and to some extent, he did think in sync with Blogo.

Hearing Serre say this, Bode really had nothing to refute.

Wei'er's voice sounded, "You want to do it now?"

"To be precise, it will be held now."

Sere searched his pocket and took out a cassette mysteriously.

As if he was afraid that Wei'er and Bode would not cooperate, he said again, "Celebrations are like surprises. Don't you think the dullness of the Order Bureau needs some surprises to wash it away?"

Neither of them spoke. Sere couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "We are the undead who are looking for fun. You don't really think of yourself as a worker!"

As he said, Sere pulled off the temporary worker badge on his chest and smashed it heavily on the ground.

After being aggressive, Sere picked it up with a smile and pinned it back to his chest, "People are under the eaves. The Order Bureau has too many access control. Without this thing, it's really hard to move."

Sitting back in the chair, seeing that Bode and Wei'er did not stop him, Sere pressed the switch and flicked the microphone. A sharp noise passed by, and a sick smile appeared on his face.

"Good afternoon, everyone."

Sere's voice echoed throughout the Order Bureau through the radio. He said excitedly, "This is Sere Villeris, your loyal neighbor living in the Undead Club!"

He picked up the tape and inserted it into the machine.

"Everyone, smile, you just saved the world."

A familiar and pleasant song sounded from the radio.

In the summoning room, Nathaniel looked at the radio on the corner of the wall. The song echoed in the room. He was about to stop Sere, the psychopath, but he sat down again as if tired when he just stood up halfway, with a helpless smile on his face.

"See, when you are not here, I have to deal with a group of psychopaths like this every day. It's really annoying."

Nathaniel took a bottle of fine wine from the wine rack while talking to himself. This time, the summoning room was no longer dark and empty. It was full of warm light and exuded a warm atmosphere.

With a long sigh, he said, "Forget it, let's relax."

Pouring half a glass of wine, Nathanial hummed along with the music and toasted to the ghost-like existence.

The ghost smiled in response, and she whispered, "I really troubled you during this period, Nathanial."

...

"Cerre again?"

In the office, Jeffrey listened to the song and sighed, "These undead bodies will not age, and why do they feel that their spirits will not age at all?"

"Because they don't need to work."

Levius rarely responded in a humorous way, although his tone was still cold.

"You and I both know that work is a slow death."

"Wow, I didn't expect a workaholic like you to say something like that," Jeffrey said in disbelief, "Why, are you enlightened?"

"Not really, I just feel a little relieved now that the sword hanging over everyone's head has disappeared."

Levius's mouth inexplicably raised a smile, and he continued, "I'm thinking about retirement."

"Huh?"

Jeffrey was stunned. In his eyes, Levius should be a person who works until death at his post, but he took the initiative to imagine the future.

After a brief trance, Jeffrey became happy, very happy.

Although it was many years late, his good friend finally got rid of the heavy responsibilities and chose to enjoy his life.

Just listen to Lebius say seriously, "I plan to open a beach hotel on the beach of Freeport. The user group is the employees of the Order Bureau. I will provide excellent vacation arrangements..."

…

As One of Ten Thousands disintegrated and dissipated, the Freya cluster consciousnesses as a backup plan came online and took on some of the previous work of One of Ten Thousands.

Freya's collective consciousness is not as powerful as the One among Ten Thousands. She still needs to learn for a long time, and she does not have much combat power and is extremely fragile.

In order to ensure the safety of Freya's cluster consciousness, the decision-making room established a new department for Freya, responsible for the security and daily maintenance of Freya.

And then... Hart is the only one in this department right now.

"I want to resign. No, I will definitely die if I keep working overtime."

Hart's wails floated through the outpost in the ruins area, which was still functioning as a temporary gathering place for Freyas.

But after persisting for so long, the only maintenance staff was Hart. He fell to the ground and struggled feebly. No matter how much Fuliya tried to persuade him, he refused to get up.

"I'm going back to the field department. I miss my team members."

Hart howled and pulled his hair, "Look, I was shiny and shiny before, but now I'm losing hair and getting tangled!"

"Hold on, Hart, think on the bright side, when the department is set up, you will be the first minister."

"Yes, yes, yes."

"I was promoted from an ordinary employee to a minister at once!"

"You're losing hair because your hair quality isn't good enough. It's okay. We'll comb it for you."

Freyas were chirping and talking nicely. In their spare time, they had been making fun of Hart. After all, in the eyes of Freyas, Hart was the only remaining human being in the world.

Hart pretended to be dead and remained motionless, and then Sere's voice sounded from the radio.

Freya and others turned their heads one after another, realizing that Sere had overstepped his authority.

"Okay, see you soon, Hart!"

Freya and the others still looked at Hart with some nostalgia, but they still turned around and sank into the living room and disappeared. Hart seemed to have not heard their words and was still lying on the ground. After a while, bursts of Snoring began.

…

"Everyone, now is the critical moment of the celebration."

Sere looked at Bode and Weier in Bode's chest seriously, "Friya and the others will definitely come to hinder us, we must stop them!"

Before she finished speaking, Freya and others emerged from the wall like ghosts and shouted, "Temporary workers! You have exceeded your authority!"

"My position was given to me by Boluogo!"

Sere laughed loudly and said it was a celebration, but in fact he just wanted to mess with the Order Bureau.

Having lived peacefully with the Bureau of Order for so many years, Sere had long wanted to enter the chamber and cause some trouble for them. Unfortunately, with the previous attitude of the Bureau of Order, if he did this, he would definitely be dragged out to dry in the sun. .

But things are different now. The dark clouds that were pressing down on the world have disappeared and the sky is clear.

Besides... Sere is about to move, and it will be too late if he doesn't take action.

"You stinky outsourcer! You're fired!"

"You attacked me personally!"

Sere and the Freyas started fighting, and as more and more Freyas joined the battle, Sere was at a slight disadvantage.

Bode silently watched their scuffle. He carefully moved to the edge of the chair and silently increased the volume to drown out the painful sound of Sere being elbowed.

Should it be said or not, the Freyas started fighting in groups, and they were really powerful.

The singing echoed in the employee canteen. Bologg and Palmer looked at each other. When Sere's curses flashed past, the two finally couldn't help it anymore and laughed so much that their bodies shook.

"What are you going to do after this?"

After laughing for a while, Boluogo asked Palmer, "When the world settles down, our work will be much freer, and we should have a lot of time to do our own things."

Palmer glanced at Wosselin who was walking towards him, "Me? I might go back to my hometown and get married first."

Boluogo said mysteriously, "Oh? I know a pretty good wedding company. Do you want to recommend it?"

"Huh? You still recognize this one."

Palmer looked surprised. Then, he thought for a while and said, "But, I might also take a break first, such as staying at home for a month... What about you? What are your plans, Uncle?" Logo.”

"Maybe like you, take a break first, or... get married?"

marry?

For Boluogo, this is really a topic that is both far away and very close at hand.

He also looked to one side, where Wosselin and Aimu were walking towards here, carrying four dinner plates, talking and laughing.

Along the way, I don’t know which employee was the first to be unable to bear it. He twisted his body a few times to the singing played by Sere. Then, this happy atmosphere spread like a virus. Some employees hummed the song, and some Then they laughed and jumped in a circle.

The days of oppressive darkness are over, and everyone is happy and full of expectations.

Looking at this scene, Boluogo said with emotion, "I also want to learn how to become a director."

Palmer did not respond.

Boluogo looked at Palmer and saw that he was clumsily moving his wheelchair to Woxilin's side. Wosilin walked over quickly and placed the plate full of food on the table.

"I love this song!"

Palmer said with great joy, "This is exclusive to the Undead Club. Every time this song is played, it means happy times are coming!"

Woshilin responded to Palmer with a smile, took his hand, and naturally blended into the cheerful atmosphere.

The two danced, Woshilin was very graceful, and Palmer fiddled with the wheel with one hand and spun on the spot. He spun faster and faster, like a spinning top, causing cheers and applause from the surrounding staff.

Bologo watched everyone's nonsense, and an inexplicable sense of satisfaction filled his heart, as if all his efforts were for this moment.

In the sublimation furnace core, scholars hummed tunes and operated complex instruments. In each atrium, staff hurried past, but tunes of different tones rippled in the crowd.

Laughter and joy spread in the sea of ​​people, and Amy came over and sat in front of Bologo.

Amy asked, "Aren't you going to join?"

Berogo shook his head subconsciously. He was out of tune with such a happy atmosphere, like a sharp knife painted pink.

"You are always like this, Berogo."

Amy stood up and came to Berogo's side, put his hands on his shoulders and kneaded them gently.

"Always with a cold face and frowning eyebrows, as if there is some deep hatred... It's all over, Berogo, why not relax a little?"

Amy leaned down and stretched out his hand to Berogo.

"Let's dance."

Berogo wanted to refuse, but inexplicably, as if by a ghost, Berogo held Amy's hand.

He stared blankly at his clenched hands, and the heavy thoughts melted, evaporated, and disappeared in Berogo's mind.

Berogo laughed to himself, and even Berogo himself didn't know what he was laughing at. Then he stood up, took Amy's hand, and began his first clumsy dance in his life.

Following the melodious tune, he hummed softly.

"Barila~"