Endless Debt

Boluogo seems to be a rational and rigorous expert, but he knows one thing very well, that is, he has been in long-term chaos and mystery.

The content of my transaction, the devil who stole my soul, the source of the soul fragments, the true nature of resurrection from the dead...

Boluogo itself is a walking mystery, but these mysteries have coexisted with Boluogo for too long, and the unknown has become so common that he no longer cares about it.

Boluogo's mind was empty, holding the document handed to him by Lebius in his hand, standing alone in the corridor.

This is the area of ​​the special operations group. Unless there is something to report, few people who are not from the special operations group will come here. Naturally, no one has seen Boluogo's appearance at this moment.

Boluogo looked at the document in his hand, surprised and delighted. He had asked Jeffrey about all this more than once, but he never expected that he would get it so easily today.

"There is a lot of content in it, and most of it comes from various inferences we have drawn based on experiments."

Lebius's voice echoed in his ears, "There may be some errors in the analysis of your immortal body, but there is nothing you can do about it. The only ones who truly know the nature of this power are you and the devil, but it is obvious that you I don’t know all this myself.”

"Resurrection from the dead..."

Boluogo looked at the bloody chains and sword, his voice emotionless.

He hesitated for a while, suppressed his curiosity and thirst for knowledge, stuffed the document into his pocket, and took deep breaths repeatedly to control his restless emotions.

Lebius is right, he has had some big mood swings recently, and experts should control their emotions perfectly to avoid any mistakes.

This document was like a birthday gift. Other children would open it excitedly, but Boluogo held back and acted as if nothing had happened. He left the field area, arrived at the Court of Pillars, and pressed the button in the elevator. The symbol of the sublimation furnace core was moved.

Compared with the truth about her resurrection from the dead, Boluogo cared more about Aimu at the moment. As his good partner through life and death, Boluogo needed to confirm her status with his own eyes.

Aimu is a flower growing in a greenhouse. When this flower explored the outside world for the first time, it encountered a violent storm.

Not to mention the flowers, even Boluoge, who took her out with her, almost stayed in that abandoned place forever.

The elevator started to move. In the closed and lonely space, Boluogo's mind was empty, and then another wave of thoughts emerged uncontrollably.

Bologg stared at the shiny elevator door, his face reflected in it.

The elevator shook slightly, and the lights trembled. In a moment of illusion, Lebius was sitting in the mirror, and the conversation not long ago ran through his mind.

"Is it so sudden?" Bologg asked Lebius in the memory, "Leave it to me so easily?"

"This itself is not a major secret, and it is related to you. You have the right to know."

Lebius glanced at the document, and his tone was still calm, "I didn't tell you this before, partly because we need to observe it for a while."

"Like an assessment period? Assessment period after assessment period to determine if I have the ability to accept this information?"

Boluogo remembered his conversation with Evan. During the time he joined the company, he never knew about the Abandoned Land. After Evan confirmed the information he knew, Boluogo thought that he would cause some amnesia for him. means, or sign a confidentiality agreement.

But Evan just told himself a few words not to leak anything, and left directly.

A secret that is not known is valuable, but once known, it becomes meaningless.

"That's true to a certain extent. Just like after you are promoted to a Sublime Master, if we instill the various things about the Abandoned Land, the Orang Rot Sect, the evil... and other things into you, even an expert will Can’t you bear it?”

"Big...probably."

Hearing this, Boluogo didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Knowledge is gradual. Another reason is that the regulations are like this. Each employee has his own authority. The authority limits your intake of knowledge, but what you get through your own exploration is not subject to such restrictions."

"In other words, if I have the ability to enter the archives, won't the regulations punish me?" This sounded like encouraging transgression, Bologo couldn't help but ask.

"The premise is not to be discovered. If you are not discovered, no one will know. If you are discovered, it is another matter."

Lebius seems to be very experienced in this area.

"Of course, the reason why there is such a regulation...don't you think that sometimes knowing too much can be painful?"

Boluogo was stunned.

"What if we tell everyone now that there is a monster called evil in this world. They were powerful and glorious ones before they fell. They will only become more powerful after their fall. But now there is a evil sleeping under the great rift. Once it wakes up, everyone will die."

Lebius made an analogy and asked Bologo, "What will be the reaction of ordinary employees when they find out?"

"I believe in the staff's belief in fighting evil, but trust is one thing. It's another thing to really test it all with disaster."

Boluogo whispered, as if he agreed with Lebius, he nodded slightly.

"Well, that's it. Not everyone has a strong enough will to bear the psychological pressure of knowing the secret. For this reason, we will open some backdoors for those who are curious enough.

Such as you. "

Lebius picked up the hot coffee on the side and took a sip.

"We know that disaster is coming, but we cannot drag everyone into fear and have to live this nightmare alone."

"Want to have the nightmare to yourself?"

Boluogo said to himself.

So, who else in this world has nightmares all to themselves? What about the secret that only he knows and cannot be told to anyone else? It is being guarded forever?

The elevator shook and made bursts of iron noise, interrupting Boluogo's random thoughts. The clear bell rang, indicating that Boluogo had arrived at the sublimation furnace core.

The elevator door opened in front of his eyes, and Lebius's face cracked in the memory.

Bologg walked out of the elevator. The sublimation furnace core was as hot as he remembered. Someone signaled Bologg to ask him to get a protective suit before taking action, but the undead obviously didn't care about this.

Among the orange warning colors, the gray and black on Boluogo's body are like stains, which stand out, traveling through the sea of ​​icy orange flowers.

After briefly showing his identity and asking for directions, Boluogo quickly found Bailey. This guy never wore protective clothing, and his cool summer clothes were equally eye-catching here.

"Hey! Boluogo, are you discharged from the hospital?"

Bailey was as excited as before when she saw Bologo. She opened her hands and wanted to give Bologo a loving hug.

If it weren't for responsibilities that bound Bailey, maybe when Bologger woke up, he would be able to see Bailey in the border sanatorium, and Bailey would most likely be one of his attending physicians.

"Why did you come here as soon as you were discharged from the hospital? Do you miss your sister?"

Of course, her nonsense was the same as before.

Boluogo raised his hand and pressed Baili's face. If he didn't care about the minister's face, he would really want to kick him.

Pushing Bailee away hard, Boluogo knew very well that once Bailee got entangled, this guy would hug him like an octopus and it would be difficult to break free.

"You know what you're here for," Boluogo said.

"Oh?" Baili's expression was subtle, "You came to see my little junior sister?"

"Little junior sister?"

Borogo took a few seconds to think about the word before he realized it was referring to Aimu.

If Bailey hadn't mentioned this, it would be hard for Bologg to imagine that Bailey and Aimu were from the same school. Remembering the missing TEDA, Bologg had deep doubts about the legitimacy of this school.

"How is she?"

"Huh? I am her attending physician. The doctor's diagnosis is that the patient needs to rest now and cannot see outsiders."

After Baili finished speaking, her eyes pointed at Boluogo. She often threatened Boluogo in this way.

Only this time, Boluogo looked on expressionlessly, showing no intention of cooperating with Bailey's coercion game.

"You're really bored like this." Bailey said, turning around and motioning for Boluogo to follow her.

"I'm not going to be funny in every situation," Borogo replied.

Bailie turned back and looked at Boluogo with a bit of disgust, "Boluogo, has anyone ever said that you are very unpopular with girls?"

Scarlet color flashed in front of his eyes, and Boluogo thought of the night tribe named Olivia.

Bologg listened to Olivia's warning, but listening is one thing, whether to implement it is another.

"Hmm, someone mentioned it."

Boluogo nodded in agreement with Bailey's words.

Bailey wanted to continue to say something, but being interrupted by Boluogo, all her words were stuck in her throat. She expressed anger and hatred, and finally complained.

"You really can't get enough of it."

"I am very determined personally, and ordinary words cannot affect me."

The most heinous thing is that Bologo also recognized himself.

Bailie felt a pain in her chest and almost suffered internal injuries due to Bologg's anger. Few people could make Bailie so angry, and few people could ignore Bailie's charm.

To be honest, during the conversation just now, Bailey felt that Boluogo had a bit of humor in him, but it was obvious that all his humor turned into verbal quarrels to torture her.

"Forget it."

Bailey muttered that this contest ended with Bologg winning, and she didn't want to be angered by Bologg anymore.

Bologg followed Bailey. She was the passport for walking. The heavy gates opened one after another, and soon the blue light spread over Bologg.

Bailey stopped suddenly, then pointed forward and said.

"Look, there she is."