Endless Debt

The research on the alchemy matrix did not last long. After completing the preliminary data collection, TEDA buried himself on the workbench, writing and drawing. He did not know what he was calculating. Anyway, they were all things that Boluogo could not understand. s things.

When he was free, Boluogo did not disturb TEDA, but returned to the stronghold hut, lying on his single bed, thinking about what he had just discussed, and shaping the rough metal embryo in his hand.

This kind of multitasking was difficult for Bologo at first, but after going through the difficult initial learning period, Bologo quickly adapted to this state.

The metal in his hand kept changing and twisting in shape as Boluogo thought about it.

Ever since he learned about the life of Overlord Xilin, Boluogo had an indescribable feeling in his heart. He and he had the same power, like some kind of wonderful inheritance, passed to him in this weird form. in hand.

If possible, Boluogo wanted to see Xilin again, but after the implantation ceremony, the men in gray robes took Xilin and disappeared into the Bureau of Order. With Xilin's terrifying power, even if he died, It was then sealed into a container with the highest security level.

Boluogo thought that unless Nathaniel gave him permission, it would be difficult for him to see Xilin again.

Stopping shaping the metal, Bologo placed the rough iron block on the box aside, and then took out an ether flow eyepiece from his pocket.

This was obtained from TEDA. Bologo was very interested in something that could directly observe the ether. He put on the ether flow eyepiece and looked around.

A faint blue mist fills the room, and obvious ether currents can be vaguely seen. They are flowing along the established trajectory and traveling between the walls.

This kind of ether flow is everywhere in the alchemy workshop. If Bologo opens the door, he will see all the ether flow converging on the central tower to maintain the operation of the virtual realm.

In addition to these, the ether concentration of several devices placed in the stronghold hut is also significantly higher than that of the surrounding environment.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Boluogo's observation. He stuffed the ether flow goggles back into his pocket and said loudly.

"Please come in."

Boluogo knew who was coming. Although the alchemy workshop was large, there were only a few people living here.

The door was slowly pushed open, Aimu leaned his head in, blinked, and looked at Boluogo with a halo in his eyes.

"Is work over?" she asked.

"Well, it's over for now." Bologo replied.

In the study of the alchemical matrix, he could make very little contribution. Most of the time, he was more like an experimental material, allowing TEDA to conduct different tests on himself.

"Oh... would you like some fruit?"

Aimu walked in with his whole body, holding the fruit plate steadily in his hands.

"Okay, thank you."

Boluogo did not refuse Aimu's kindness. He took the fruit plate and put it on the table. When he turned around, he saw that Aimu had no intention of leaving, but was standing indoors, looking around curiously.

This must be the first time she came in since the establishment of the stronghold hut. Like a wild cat that strayed into a new area, she looked at every new thing excitedly.

Boluogo had thought that Teda and Aimu might enter the stronghold hut when they were in the same room. He was still a little wary of the two of them. For this reason, Boluogo had locked many important things into the safe. Inside.

Sitting on the chair, Boluogo discovered that Amu was actually somewhat different from a real human being, or that she still had many contradictions in herself.

For example, Aimu looked at everything in the room without saying a word, which reminded Boluogo of the mother in the sitcom who wanted to clean up the house for him despite her children's objections.

Aimu was completely unaware of all this. Maybe it was because the theoretical knowledge in the books she read did not mention these things.

"Would you like to...sit down?"

Bologna broke the silence. It was not the same thing that she had been standing like this.

"OK."

Aimu probably thought that Boluogo was very considerate, but she didn't notice how weird his behavior was at all.

Fortunately, Boluogo has enough patience for this strange life, and the communication with Aimu also has a strange experience, which is difficult to experience with others.

She is like a complex and contradictory combination, innocent yet mature, ignorant yet soberly aware of everything around her.

Boluogo feels that Amu really needs to communicate more with humans, at least let her be in a human environment. In this closed alchemy workshop, all her knowledge comes from books. No matter how sufficient theoretical knowledge is, , she also needs some practical operations to verify all this.

As for why Boluogo suddenly thought this way, it was because since Aimu sat down, she had been staring at her, never looking away, not even blinking.

At first, Boluogo could still endure this scrutinizing gaze. Under this gaze, he picked up the cut apple pieces, swallowed the pulp naturally, and then started to read the information.

But almost five minutes passed, and Aimu still didn't look away. Boluogo ate all the fruits on the fruit plate in embarrassment.

"that……"

Boluogo couldn't help it anymore and turned his head to say something, but Aimu's reaction was one step faster than him.

Seeing the halo in his eyes shrinking rapidly, Aimu sounded as if he suddenly realized something. He walked to Boluogo and picked up the fruit plate.

"More please?"

Boluogo understood that it was easy for her to observe him while feeding him, right? But looking at the way Aimu was observing, he would probably be fed by her.

As an undead person, Boluogo has experienced many ways of death. If he wanted to, he could even write a horror novel about it, but among so many ways of death, he has never tried to survive this one.

"No, no, no, I've had enough," Bologo said.

"ah?"

Hearing that Boluogo was full, Aimu seemed a little panicked, as if Boluogo had disrupted some of her plans.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Boluogo said seriously, "Speak directly if you have anything to say."

Aimu was probably shy or embarrassed. From her slightly artificial body movements and the uneasy change in the aura in her eyes, Bologger could detect this.

After learning that she uses Alice's Philosopher's Stone as her power source and is suspected of being affected by her mental projection, Bologo has been observing her in various details.

For example, when the halo in her eyes turned back into stars, she was happy; when it turned into waves, she felt a little uneasy.

"Are you...really undead?" Aimu asked doubtfully.

"Do you want me to die in front of you?"

As he spoke, Borogo took out the short-handled shotgun from his waist and committed suicide with this thing. His whole brain would be broken into pieces.

"No, it's not."

Aimu quickly waved her hand and refused. She felt that Boluogo was a weird guy, as if death was something he had become accustomed to.

In fact, they are both weird guys.

The undead, who have died too many times and have become completely indifferent to death, are born into this world, a strange and strange new life.

Both Boluogo and Aimu are too special, and it is difficult to classify them as a specific group of people. Even whether they are really human beings may be doubtful in the eyes of some people.

"I want to know, what would it be like not to die?"

This seemed to be a forbidden secret, Aimu asked cautiously.

"What a feeling...no feeling."

Boluogo didn't know how to answer Aimu. He hadn't experienced death for a while since he became a Sublime One.

"If you have to say what you feel, it's a heartbreaking pain, and then your consciousness falls into peace, just like falling asleep, and then waking up."

Bologg explained, but what he didn't say was that every time Bologg died, he would see the empty and empty landscape.

"Sleep?"

Aimu's voice lowered. She didn't know what falling asleep meant. For alchemy dolls, it was just dormancy.

"Do you think I'm 'alive'?"

Aimu suddenly asked again. Bologg's figure was reflected in his blue eyes, and the halo was slightly locked, as if Bologg was imprisoned in it.

"Probably, for humans, living means that the brain is still thinking and the heart is still beating. For you, your constant motion core is still running, and your thinking is not interrupted."

Boluogo gradually caught up with Aimu's thinking. This guy always tells you some inexplicable things without hesitation. One second he was discussing with you what a movie is, and the next second he started discussing life and death.

"But my heart is not beating." Aimu knocked on his chest.

"Of course, you are an alchemy doll." Boluogo's voice was a little louder.

Aimu seemed even more confused. The next second she suddenly reached out her hand and rubbed Boluogo's face.

Boluogo was stunned. What caught him even more unprepared was that Aimu approached him, grabbed Boluogo's face with both hands, and squeezed Boluogo's expression hard under the cold touch.

"It's weird."

Aimu seemed to have encountered some problem, and his halo shrank.

"Huh? This is how human skin feels..."

Aimu muttered to herself while rubbing it, and Boluogo became a guinea pig in her hands.

After a brief panic, Boluogo understood Aimu's thoughts to some extent. Human common sense obviously did not apply to her, and she had been living in this closed alchemy workshop since she was born. The only human being she could contact was TEDA. , but TEDA has a strong resistance to Aimu.

This was the first time that Aimu had such close contact with humans. She relied on her rough perception to get as much information as possible... to learn about humans from Boluogo.

Suddenly Aimu stretched out his hand towards Boluogo.

Unlike her torso, Aimu's torso was transparent gelatinous and felt as soft as human skin, but her limbs had a metallic coldness, and they pressed tightly against Boluogo's chest.

Feeling the slight tremor under his chest, Aimu murmured to himself.

"Is this... living?"