Endless Debt

After meditating on the single bed for a moment, Bologo decided what to do today, sat in front of the table, and drew a sketch on the paper.

Boluogo's painting skills were average. Fortunately, this thing was just for his own viewing. As long as Boluogo could understand it, it didn't take long for the design of a windshield goggle to appear on the paper.

Picking up the blueprint, Boluogo opened the door and left.

The alchemy workshop has a large space. In addition to the experimental area on the second floor, there are also some corners on the first floor with simple workbenches for simple metal processing.

The space in the stronghold hut is limited, so Boluogo also often uses these workbenches to process some things.

Since becoming a Condensator, Bologo has been studying knowledge related to alchemy. Now he cannot study the alchemical matrix like an alchemist, but he can make simple equipment with some existing materials. The ability is still there.

Brought two ether flow eyepieces, without affecting their functions, Bologo removed all the redundant parts of the ether flow eyepieces, and got some scattered belts and metal parts from a pile of discarded parts. Scattered on the workbench.

After starting the training of mechanical watches, Boluoge's mastery of secret energy has become much more precise. Many small and complicated parts are not difficult for him now.

While looking at the drawings, Boluogo activated his hand of recruitment to shape the metal parts in his hands. In the cyan light track, the shape of the metal began to change.

The Hand of Recruitment is indeed an extremely convenient secret power. Previously, TEDA said that he is very suitable to be an elegant blacksmith. When others are laboriously hammering the red-hot metal, he only needs to reach out and touch it.

The ether flow eyepiece that was dismantled by Bologo now only has two cylindrical bodies left. The winding and crawling metal tied the two together, turning them into a shape similar to a telescope.

Borrogo picked it up and put it on his face, tried to see if the angle was correct, and then made more detailed adjustments. After the adjustment, Borrogo threaded the belt through the ether flow eyepiece and put it on his head.

After a short delay, the field of vision turned into countless ribbons of light, which were entangled and woven together.

The world of normalcy is no longer, but the world of ether.

Boluogo wore a homemade ether flow eyepiece and walked around the alchemy workshop. The ether flow eyepiece he used before was for single-eye observation, and his field of vision was somewhat limited. Now his field of vision is completely widened, and the ether is like a materialized wind. Rolling.

The ether tracks of the entire building are gradually revealed. They surge around and finally end up on the spire in the center of the building. It is the core of the virtual domain and stabilizes the operation of the entire virtual domain.

This was a new world for Boluogo, and he was immersed in it. It wasn't until the flashing light made his eyes uncomfortable that he took off the eyepiece and hung it around his neck.

His eyes were a little sore. Boluogo blinked hard and rubbed them, and he felt much better.

Looking at the design drawings and his own product, the joy in Boluogo's heart did not last long, as a feeling of boredom and emptiness filled his heart.

Boluogo sat in his chair expressionlessly.

Bologo was in a strange mood at this moment. He still remembered the beauty he experienced during the Oath Festival a year ago. At Adele's house, he and her children cheered at the dining table.

Just one year later, everything has changed beyond recognition. Boluogo is not sad because of Adele's death. He is more concerned about the beauty that can no longer be touched.

Everyone has someone who needs company on this important holiday, even that guy Palmer has to call his fiancée.

By comparison, Bologna himself seemed alone.

Lonely?

Boluogo didn't care about loneliness. He spent a long time in the dark prison, and no one knew how to deal with loneliness better than him.

He just doesn't fit in.

Just like an anxiety disorder, when a festive festival comes and everyone is caught up in the carnival of the festival, Boluogo always feels alienated when looking at the excited crowd. He seems so out of place among the carnival crowd, like a outsider.

Boluogo also wanted to join, but he couldn't find a reason to join, and he couldn't empathize.

The more he tried to blend in, the more out of place he seemed and the more anxious he became, so he wanted to escape from this carnival and come to the alchemy workshop alone to escape this important day.

Thinking back to everyone in the Undead Club, these monsters who have escaped from the world are very happy for the arrival of the festival. For them, this is a day to return to the world, but Boluogo, a debtor walking in the world, has no idea about this. What a feeling.

Bologg no longer thought about these things, and bursts of footsteps came from the corridor. Perhaps out of curiosity, Bologg put on the ether flow goggles before she arrived.

In the world outlined by the ether, all ether reactions became clear. Only then did Bologo realize that the ether flow eyepiece can actually see through, but it can only see through things that have ether reactions. .

Just like Aimu.

The ether flows and weaves into a vague human shape, burning like daylight at the heart.

While Boluogo was looking curiously, he suddenly found that Aimu had stopped moving, hiding in the corridor and not moving for a long time, as if he was monitoring himself.

"Aimu?"

Borlog shouted tentatively.

no respond.

"I see you," Bologg said again.

After a moment of silence, Aimu walked out slightly embarrassed. The halo in his eyes kept trembling, but these Boluogo didn't notice it.

Now that he was wearing the ether flow goggles, in his eyes Aimu had completely changed into a different person, and the blurred outline became clear.

The ether flow surges in Aimu's body, interweaving and intersecting, showing a pattern similar to blood vessels and nerves, and they will eventually flow to the perpetual core of the chest.

"How did you see me?" Aimu asked curiously.

Boluogo knocked on the ether flow goggles. Aimu knew exactly what it was and was not surprised by it.

Boluogo took off the ether flow goggles, and then asked Aimu, "What's the matter?"

On this important festival, everyone went to celebrate and revel, and now only Boluogo and Aimu stayed here, as if they were abandoned.

"Aren't you going to celebrate the festival today?" Aimu asked. "This should be an important festival for humans. Everyone has left."

Boluogo felt that in the eyes of Aimu, he should be a freak. While others were joining in the carnival, he was here tinkering with these gadgets.

"Such important things vary from person to person," Bologo explained.

"It varies from person to person?" Aimu didn't quite understand.

"The important thing is not the festival, but the people who celebrate the festival with you." Regarding his situation, Boluogo said indifferently, "My friend passed away, and the festival is no longer interesting, that's it."

Aimu seemed a little disappointed when he heard of his death.

"Because you have friends to spend it with you, the festival becomes important and is given special meaning." Aimu lowered his voice, "Just like the name."

Mentioning the name, Boluogo thought of what TEDA said before, and he asked curiously.

"Aimu."

"ah?"

Burlogo said her name abruptly, making her panic.

"Why did you name yourself Aimu?" This name was not given by TEDA, but Aimu named it for himself. Boluogo was very curious about this, "Why do you think you need a name?"

Aimu didn't answer immediately. She thought about the answer and then said.

"follow me."

Aimu unexpectedly took the initiative, reminding Boluogo of the first time he talked to her, when she teased him with a bad smile.

Boluogo nodded, followed Aimu, walked through the winding corridor, and came to a dusty door.

Aimu does not have complex expressions, but Boluogo can still touch the pressure in her heart, and she becomes more and more uneasy and anxious, as if there is something sinful hidden behind the door.

"At first I didn't care about names. After all, names are given by humans to indicate something. I'm not a human, so this thing doesn't seem to be necessary for me."

Aimu put his hand on the door handle, mustered up the courage, and turned it hard.

"But that day, I saw these things. Although I am not a human being, I roughly understand what life and death are, and I have infinite fear about them."

The door was pushed open, and in the dim light, the choking smoke filled the air. Boluogo coughed several times before he recovered. Then he saw the corpses piled up in the room.

They were not corpses in the strict sense, but broken alchemy dolls one after another. The metal on the surface was oxidized and rusted, and the accumulated dust filled the gaps in the machinery. What was even weirder was that each alchemy doll had Occasionally, they all have the same face as Amu, and it seems that countless Amu have died here.

Boluogo walked in and glanced at these steel wreckage. For humans, these are just failed experiments, but for Aimu, this is what she "died" like.

"From then on, I felt that I needed a name, so that I would no longer be 001, 002, 003, etc., just a numbered alchemy doll."

Aimu lowered his head and stretched out his hand to wipe the dust from the broken cheek. In a sense, the corpses all over the place were the former selves, the selves before self-awareness was born.

"I am Aimu. Even if one day I become a member here, I will also be a special one. It is no longer a vague code name, but one with a clear name."

Aimu turned around and watched Boluogo express her inner thoughts.

"The name is magical. It makes me no longer a vague group, but a specific, real and recognized individual."