Endless Debt

The Undead Club has prepared a luxurious suite for itself. Everywhere you look is luxurious. If you add some more wine bottles and ancient oil paintings, then this place will be basically the same as Sere's room.

Boluogo was not surprised by this. After all, this is the Club of the Undead. It has existed longer than the Bureau of Order. It has some unsolved peculiarities, which is normal.

While talking to Weier, Boluogo suspected for a moment that the founder of the Undead Club might have always been living in the Undead Club, but his room was hidden in the deepest part of the maze.

Bologg turned on the light, and the soft light illuminated the study. After closing the door, Bologg sat in front of the table, took out the document that Lebius handed him from his arms, and spread it flat on the table.

Chains and swords are engraved on the document bag. The red mark is as bloody as blood, as if it will melt in the next second and penetrate the paper.

Boluogo's breathing became lighter. He carefully opened the document bag and took out the papers.

"Resurrection from the dead..."

Bologger whispered that he was finally about to solve the mystery of himself...one of the mysteries.

Bologo has always been extremely curious about his own resurrection from the dead, and so are the undead like Sere. After all, his own immortality is so perfect.

Apart from the need for etheric resurrection and the inability to die multiple times in a short period of time, there are almost no flaws in his own resurrection.

He will not age, nor is he afraid of sunlight or silverware, and every time he is resurrected, he will achieve it in an extremely weird way.

Sometimes the blood flows backward, sometimes the flesh and blood are resurrected, and sometimes it is reorganized out of thin air... all of this is so special.

Bologg turned to the first page. It was an experimental report. Bologg's name was written on the cover, and there was a line of small words under the name that said extreme test.

There was some other information on the cover. Boluogo guessed that it should be the person in charge of the experiment, the recorder, etc., but this information was blacked out in black handwriting and completely hidden.

Borogo flipped through a few pages roughly, and found that such black obliterations existed everywhere in the experimental report.

The experimental report he got was not complete, but was processed by the Bureau of Order. They hid all the names of those who participated in the experiment and only kept those that Boluogo was allowed to know.

Boluogo thinks this is not bad. Most of the participants back then are already dead. Even if they are not dead, they are still old guys.

He doesn't care about those things. What Boluogo really cares about is what his resurrection from the dead is.

Turning the page, Bologo read the text on it.

"The first extreme test record, testing the limit of death that the target can withstand..."

The words were arranged together, describing the wailing pain, and the memories of the past crawled out of the grave one after another, flashing endlessly in front of Boluogo's eyes.

He recalled the dark laboratory and himself tied to the operating table. Experimenters in white clothes surrounded him, injecting toxins intravenously and recording the number of times he died.

After waking up from the black cell, Boluogo has been tortured by guilt. He always feels that people's deaths are related to him, although he can't remember anything.

As if to atone for his sins and make himself feel better, and to find out the mystery, Bologo cooperated with the Bureau of Order's research.

As for the pain of death, Boluogo has long been used to it.

When Bologo first became a debtor, his memory was fragmented and basically devoid of coherence. Even if he remembered something, it was like a dream or hallucination. It wasn't until he fully woke up and was tested to the limit that Bologo's mental state was considered... Stabilized.

During that chaotic time, Boluogo didn't know what happened specifically, but he could feel death and pain countless times.

"The third extreme test record, the form of target resurrection..."

Boluogo read the words on it expressionlessly, and those people tested themselves in a very traditional comparison method.

While still alive, cut off the limbs and observe how the injuries heal.

In the state of death, cut off the limbs and observe the method of resurrection.

Keep a certain distance between the body and limbs...

Resurrection methods at different distances...

Under the cold words are countless deaths, corpses piled up in mountains, and sticky blood overflowing from the gaps.

Boluogo was not affected at all. He had long been numb and indifferent to death, as if the person recorded in the record was not Boluogo himself, but someone else.

While reading, Bologo also rang the call bell and asked Serre to bring him some food.

Serei had a mean smile on his face, and asked himself if he needed a massage or other services. As he said that, he showed off his muscles to himself.

Bologre didn't bother to pay attention to him and closed the door directly.

After taking a sip of red wine, the dark red liquid streaked across his throat. The alcohol relaxed Boluogo's tense nerves a lot, allowing Boluogo to continue reading the records in a more relaxed state.

"The removal of internal organs, the stripping of bones, multiple deaths in a short period of time, the destruction of the spirit..."

Boluogo recounted one gruesome test after another, and included several black-and-white photos in the record, which reflected the ferocious and twisted appearance.

Looking through the records with one hand, holding a fork in the other hand, he picked up the sausage from the dinner plate, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it into pieces.

"Oh? Crush experiment."

Bologo said vaguely, forked another sausage, chewed it and swallowed it.

Continuing to scroll down, Bologo finally found some interesting places.

"Based on the latest experimental records, we have overturned previous assumptions and the target time is not fixed."

When Boluogo read this part, they thought that their time was frozen because they had always looked like eternal youth.

But if Boluoge's time is really frozen, he should stop all physical growth. For example, he will not grow hair or beard, and he will not even need to eat or excrete.

But Boluogo usually lives like a normal person. Sometimes he feels irritated by the endless shaving and considers whether to have his beard depilated.

"If we study it from a time perspective, we may be able to make new progress."

After reading this sentence, Boluoge regained his energy and continued to read. Then there was a pile of experimental records that he was tired of reading, but Boluogo did not jump over them and continued to read patiently.

At least he can deduce from these tests how he will heal if he suffers such an injury in battle.

It sounds quite useless, but Boluoge is a very studious person, and he doesn't mind learning these things. His life span is so long, and he has a lot of time to waste.

Boluogo has always had a hunch that what he learns will always be useful one day, even if it is something inexplicable and wonderful.

Turning back the page, a blood-red page suddenly appeared in front of him. There were many warning signs on it. A lot of information was crossed out by dark horizontal lines, and it was full of ominous information.

"After repeated extreme testing, it can be determined that this is a completely new method of immortality."

Boluogo turned the page and read a passage like this.

"The target's state is very strange. He seems to make certain changes adaptively, but there are still some rules to follow."

Borogo put down his fork, pushed his plate aside, and read the next words carefully.

"The target's soul still remains active, and over time, it overflows and stabilizes."

Under the text is a report on soul detection. They performed a ritual similar to sublimation on themselves to determine whether their souls could be disturbed.

"Unlike the initial conjecture, the time of the target's body is not fixed, that is to say, he does maintain a state of 'survival' and is not frozen in time.

From a physical perspective, the target is endowed with near-immortality properties such as eternity and inability to age.

However, when observed from the direction of the soul, the target's soul can still be affected, allowing it to sublime and advance, and the influence of the soul on the body still exists.

This is an extremely complex situation that we have never understood.

The target's resurrection mechanism is not the physical resurrection as previously judged, but a regression on the timeline. It uses the lowest ether consumption to delete the time state of the target's death and load the time state of survival instead.

Time regression can be maintained locally to continuously restore the target's injuries to their optimal state until they fall into a state of death, performing a full sense of time regression. "

"Time... returns?"

Boluogo murmured in a low voice and was mentally prepared in advance. He was not surprised by such an explanation.

"There are still many unsolved mysteries about the target. For example, with the current conclusion of time regression, [Information Obscured] believes that time regression may not be the full picture of the target's gift. However, limited by existing technical means, we can only Come to this conclusion.

The target knows nothing about its own chaos. After repeated confirmations from Crow's Nest, the target itself does not understand the process of becoming a debtor, and does not even know the specific content of the transaction.

Finally, it was confirmed through [Information Obscuration] that the target itself has an independent timeline independent of the world timeline, and it continuously cycles and returns.

It is not yet clear what impact this independent timeline will have, and further observation is needed. "

Boluogo turned to the end, and this was all the information. Boluogo felt that there should be some follow-up to this information, but it was obvious that Lebius did not give that part to him.

But for Bologo, he knew enough now.

"Time returns?"

Bologg raised his head and looked at the mirror on the side. Bologg's face was reflected in the smooth mirror. At this point, he finally saw a narrow corner of his own confusion.