Endless Debt

Watching Boluogo leave, Vika's smiling expression gradually turned cold, and then another brighter and more fanatical smile appeared on his face, with a hint of madness.

Vika has always been calm and rational, and it is unimaginable that he would lose his temper like this, like a madman.

He hummed, and Vika said to himself, "Mr. Lazarus, you still don't pay enough attention to details. Didn't you even notice this?"

Vika put the wine glass aside casually. The glass shook, rolled up on the bar, and then broke into pieces.

The ear-piercing cracking sound attracted the attention of many people, and they all looked at Vika with a bit of surprise. This seemed to be the first time that Vika had broken a cup since they met.

Vika didn't pay attention to the broken cup at all, and didn't even look at it. His temperament completely changed, as if his inner soul had changed.

He stepped towards the door in the shadow. As he got closer, a strong blood energy overflowed from the crack in the door. There were also some blood stains on the ground.

Opening the door, Vika saw the figure leaning in the corner in the dimness, just like the first time he came here, covered in blood and in a state of embarrassment.

Gray gasped in pain. As the effect of the potion wore off, heartbreaking pain came from his calf. Not only the flesh and blood were torn, but even the bones were filled with cracks.

He tore open the outer layer of his trousers and exposed his bloody calf. Not paying attention to Vika's gaze, he picked up the medicine in the medical box and treated the wound himself, like a beast licking its wounds.

Vika leaned against the door, crossing her arms and looking at Gray.

"You almost got caught."

"But you covered for me."

Gray lowered his head and did not look at Vika. His voice seemed calm, but there was a sharp knife hidden in the shadow under him, and he was ready for a desperate fight.

"So...what price does this cost?"

After a brief silence, Gray's voice sounded again.

He has lived in Wandering Road for a while and knows the rules here very well. There is no sudden kindness, but only the prices that need to be paid.

There was a price to pay for Vika's cover, but he didn't know what he had to pay.

It might be few, or it might be a lot, but Gray no longer cares about this. He has stepped into the vortex and will either die in the middle or reach the end. There is no third way.

There were bursts of laughter.

Gray raised his head and looked at the man next to the door. The room was dark, and his back was to the light outside. His whole person turned into a black shadow. In the shadow, Gray felt that he was being locked by countless eyes.

A golden bolt was thrown by Vika, and Gray reached out to catch it, only to see an extra Mammon coin in his hand, with countless threads entangled together, as if pregnant with something.

"Each pattern represents a legend, and this pattern is the most common..." Vika's voice came slowly.

"The more frequently a pattern appears, the more familiar it is to everyone." Gray responded in a low voice.

"What do you think this pattern represents?"

Gently rubbing the surface of the coin with your fingers, it seemed to be magical, emitting a golden afterglow even in the dark darkness.

"You...and this Spider Web Bar."

Gray's pupils were bloodshot, and the severe pain kept cutting into his nerves. Fortunately, he had begun to get used to enduring the pain.

During this period of time, he has been living under the protection of Vika. As time goes by, he gradually realizes the mysterious position of Vika in the wandering road. Everyone respects him. When you step into the bar In the middle of the night, there was no more chaos, but instead an order that everyone silently abided by.

Vika is like a legendary existence in this wandering road. Everyone living here needs his help. For this reason, Gray has always felt that this pattern represents Vika.

"how could be?"

Vika smiled and shook his head to deny Gray's conjecture.

"Sometimes the legend does not refer to a specific person, but it can also be an unforgettable event or a mysterious and strange phenomenon."

"What do you want to say?" Gray became alert.

"It represents a rule."

Vika opened his hands and spoke a little louder, "Pay taxes to the tyrant, and accordingly, you will be protected by the tyrant."

There has never been a clear owner of Wandering Fork Road. If you have to say who is the ruler here, then there are only tyrants that exist in people's mouths, but that is an existence that only exists in stories. No matter how many people sing about it, Gray has no idea. I found every trace of the tyrant in the hesitating fork in the road.

Gray, like many others, viewed the tyrant as a weird legend that had been passed down for many years.

"Are you crazy?" Gray felt that there was something unusual about Vika today, as if he was a different person. "Do you have any schizophrenia?"

Vika just laughed at this, and he no longer tried to hide it, but spoke frankly.

"Gray, do you know what is most valuable?"

Gray couldn't understand that the value of this kind of thing was different for everyone. Some people could be bought by gold, while others regarded it as dust.

Out of curiosity, Gray asked in a low voice.

“What is the most valuable thing?”

"Human beings' most longing and most vain wishes, these original driving forces are intertwined together. When humans are forced to make choices, they also produce different values ​​due to different choices."

There was a bit of intoxication in Vika's voice, indulging in such beauty.

"Just like different people's choices in the face of disaster, some people choose to fall into self-deception, while others stand up bravely and show the value of their souls."

"Will choices determine our worth?" Gray asked.

Vika did not give a clear answer to this, he just said in a more enthusiastic tone.

"Gray, I like things that have value, but what I like even more is to witness the creation of value with my own eyes, and to see you make the right choices in desperate situations."

Whether it was an illusion or something else, Gray vaguely saw a hundred scarlet eyes slowly opening in the shadows, each eye revealing the madness that shattered his sanity.

“What’s even better is that you are standing on a blessed earth where all your wishes come true.”

"As long as you are willing to pay the corresponding price."

Gray whispered, he felt like a small boat sailing on the sea, covered by a huge black shadow.

"That's why you're willing to help me, help delusional people, right?"

Gray seemed to understand Vika's purpose. He seemed to have some kind of precognitive ability. Vika saw the choices everyone made in the not-too-distant future, and he was just like an audience in the auditorium, full of anticipation. Looking forward to that scene playing out.

In order to speed up the birth of all this, this stingy existence does not mind giving a little helping hand.

"I'm watching you."

Vika suddenly said such words of unknown meaning, and then he fell silent, and the madness in his body gradually dissipated.

Gray could clearly detect this change. Vika stepped aside at the door, and a little light illuminated his face. His expression looked a little confused, but it was as if he had temporarily lost his memory and then remembered everything. , he nodded to himself, and then looked at Gray.

"How are you?"

His voice was calm and calm, and he once again transformed into the Vika that Gray was familiar with.

"You're not really schizophrenic, are you?"

Gray couldn't understand Vika at first. His transformation was so sudden and his personality was so different, as if there were two souls hidden under his body.

"No, it's just that my boss is here. He always likes this. He comes without saying a word and then leaves suddenly."

Vika had long been accustomed to all this, and he was not prepared to explain anything to Gray. After confirming Gray's condition, he closed the door and darkness enveloped everything.

Some people are afraid of the dark, but for Gray, being in the darkness makes him feel particularly at ease, as if he is being protected by the darkness.

He lay down slowly. The battle and severe pain made Gray exhausted, and his consciousness was also drowsy. Just when he was about to fall asleep, a noisy electric sound sounded, and a red light lit up in the darkness. Gray quickly He woke up and reached out to grab the communicator in the corner.

"How is the result?"

The sound rang in my ears, and under the interference of the current, the sound was distorted and harsh.

"He is a real undead. All the alchemy equipment you gave me has been used on him. Whether it is gunfire or poison, that level of injury is enough to kill a believer. But on him, at most, it is only slightly restricted. His actions only take a short time before he can stand up again.”

Gray's voice was filled with fear. This was the first time he faced the undead, and Boluogo also showed him enough terrifying suppressive power.

Like an immortal evil spirit, all your methods are only prolonging your remaining life. Without Vika's protection, Gray would even feel like he was dead now.

"Why would you want to kill an undead?" Gray asked his own question. He almost died today because of the other person's idea.

"There are many ways to be immortal. I just want to judge which category of immortality he belongs to."

"How is the result?"

"He seems to be the toughest one."

The severe pain in his body was still reminding Gray of what happened today. He warned, "Unless you have a way to keep him in a state of death...that is, kill him repeatedly, I can't think of any other way to control him. Live him."

"Yeah...I know."

The other party was seriously considering this, but Gray couldn't bear it. The madness in this big rift was far beyond his imagination.

"So who are you? Delusion, you have designed so many things just to try his immortality? What does this have to do with your purpose?"

"Bologo will affect our actions. He is like a hound that was let into the hunting ground, and we are the poor rabbits."

The delusional voice is cold and cruel.

"Whether it's your wish or mine, the prerequisite for all of this to come true is to exclude Boluogo... and exclude the Bureau of Order."