Endless Debt

Aimu was lost in the darkness, unable to make any feedback to the outside world, only the light in his eyes flickering.

The lonely soul is imprisoned in a dark cage.

Boluogo has experienced all this, and he knows very well the feeling of being alone in the darkness. This is not comfortable, let alone the ignorant Aimu.

"Okay, I know." Boluogo responded.

The glass wall in front of him cracked and opened, Bailie waited in place, and Boluogo walked into the room alone.

Boluogo looked around the glass container and looked at Aimu, every inch of the mechanical structure came into view, and the ether moved forward on it, weaving a blue light track.

Aimu should wake up, but something seems to be restraining her, erecting a high wall between her and the perception of the outside world.

"Aimu?"

Boluogo called out softly. This behavior seemed a bit stupid, but this was not the time to care about whether it was stupid or not.

He shouted a few more times, but Aimu still didn't respond. Only the glimmer of light in his eyes kept showing that Aimu was still alive.

Boluogo stopped and stood in front of the container. Now Aimu had lost all perception of the outside world, and naturally she could not hear her own voice.

For a moment, Boluogo felt that he was trapped in some kind of paradox, thinking about how to make Aimu, who had lost all ability to perceive the outside world, realize his own existence and wake up from the darkness.

"Bologo?" Bailey's voice sounded from the speaker above, "Do you need to stop?"

Boluogo waved his hand and rejected Bailey's proposal. He looked at Aimu behind the container solemnly and muttered.

"Don't give up so easily, Aimu, I finally brought you out of the abandoned place."

Boluogo kept thinking. He was not an alchemist and had no idea how to do all this, but he was Amu's only friend and he only hoped for the illusory power.

He said a few more words to himself. He was obviously talking to the familiar Aimu, but Boluogo had a strange feeling, as if he hadn't communicated face-to-face with her for a long time.

Yes, I have become accustomed to being in the same body as Amu. No words are needed, just a thought can make the other person understand my thoughts and even emotions...

Wait, common string body?

Boluogo took a deep breath. At this moment, he had a strange idea. He slowly raised his hand and pressed it on the surface of the container. Then, a cyan light trail spread on Boluogo's palm.

Afraid of an accident, Boluogo only released the ether and did not recruit the glass. Once it was broken, Boluogo didn't know what would happen, and maybe it would harm Aimu.

"You should remember, right? Amu."

Bologg murmured in a low voice. After all, it was a matter of life and death. Bologg believed that Aimu remembered everything.

Remember your own etheric reactions.

Amu's perception of the outside world comes from the power brought by the body, but there is a power that can transcend all of this, and this is the ether.

Boluogo continued to release the ether, and he continued like this for several minutes, but Aimu still had no reaction, only the glimmer of light in his eyes.

Maybe... I'm not that unique either.

This is a noisy world, with ether surging everywhere, not to mention the ether reactions that are as numerous as stars. It is normal for Aimu not to remember his own ether reactions. It is even said that Aimu has no self-awareness now. That's another story.

Just when Boluogo was about to take back his hand and leave here, Aimu suddenly moved.

Although Aimu has lost all ability to communicate with the outside world and is locked in darkness, she still has the ability to control her body to a certain extent, even though she herself cannot control it accurately.

She raised her head, as if she could see Boluogo, with a glimmer of light constantly flashing in her empty pupils.

…

This is a lightless world, with nothing but endless darkness.

Aimu huddled in the darkness. After a period of panic and uneasiness, she gradually accepted such a world and such an ending.

She remembered the stories Bologger had told her about the afterlife.

It was a world of nothingness, where mountain-like boulders collided and collided with each other, shattering into powder and dispersing in the darkness.

Aimu is currently in a similar world, but in this world nothing really exists. Even Aimu himself only has a ray of consciousness and does not have a specific body.

Himself...dead?

After thinking about it for an unknown amount of time, Aimu gradually accepted this answer.

Yes, she still remembered the disaster she and Boluogo faced at the end of her memory.

The city in ashes, the evil of hunger and violence, and the cold rain of arrows falling from the sky.

Different from the fear and madness that he had expected, Amu behaved very calmly this time, floating in this world of nothingness without saying a word.

In fact, this is not the first time that Aimu has died. When she fell into the great rift, she was in a state of harmonious bodies. She had already felt the same experience from the death of Boluogo.

It was an extremely bad experience. When she broke away from the feeling of death, Aimu almost collapsed. Huge fear and sadness exploded in her heart, almost swallowing up her reason.

This is death, without light or tears, enough to drive everyone into hysterical madness.

Thinking that Boluogo has been going through all this and gradually becoming numb to death, Amu felt an indescribable emotion in his heart, of course, more of it was guilt.

Death is so terrible, so cold.

Before this, death was just a scary word to Aimu, but now she really understands what death is.

"Dead?"

Aimu murmured, her mood actually felt a bit relieved and relaxed.

"It's finally over."

A faint sigh echoed in the darkness. Now Aimu no longer has to care about his own wishes, nor the wishes of others.

All social relationships, all desires, all disputes, all possessions come to an end with death.

Amu was also able to escape from this painful contradiction.

In this lightless world, the perception of time became blurred or even stagnant. In the long silence, Amu thought of nothing and did not think about anything.

Until a certain moment, the darkness gradually squirmed, and then a glowing figure appeared. Aimu looked at the familiar figure, and Aimu was a little surprised by her arrival.

Unexpectedly, she would still be with him until death.

"You look quite happy? Why do you feel happy in this situation?" Alice looked at Aimu doubtfully, not understanding her mood.

"Is it because you don't have to think about it anymore?"

Alice approached Aimu, but Aimu ignored her and just curled up like a chrysalis.

Seeing this, Alice laughed, and the darkness behind her continued to squirm, as if there was something there.

"Aimu, I am your only friend. Friends should help each other, and I can save you." Alice whispered in Aimu's ear.

Aimu said, "But I'm dead, it's over, don't bother me."

"died?"

Alice looked directly into Amue's eyes as if she had heard a joke.

"Death cannot bind everything. As long as you are willing, I can make you return to the world and fulfill all your wishes."

Alice looked at Aimu with a smile, and there was an indistinguishable and strange aura on her delicate face. Aimu felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

It seemed that the change had started a long time ago, and it seemed that nothing had changed, it was just my own illusion.

"Bologo Lazarus has brought you to see all the beauties in the world, and also made you see the horror of death... Are you really willing to end it all like this?"

Alice's voice became clearer, without any power of temptation, just a simple and straightforward explanation.

"What's more, do you want to give up your wish?"

Hearing this, Amu's heart seemed to be touched, and he slowly raised his head and looked at Alice.

The hazy light surrounded Alice, like a holy angel, trying to save Aimu from this dark and turbid darkness.

"Aimu, it's time to make a choice."

Alice extended her right hand to Aimu, as if waiting for her to kiss the back of her hand.

Aimu's will trembled a little. No one told her all this, but now Aimu can clearly realize something.

As long as you hold this hand, all of Aimu's wishes will be realized. But once you hold this hand and make that choice, an irreparable mistake will happen, which will make you regret it for the rest of your life.

But……

If only that wish could be fulfilled...

Aimu slowly raised his hand and tried to hold Alice's hand. She moved closer and closer, and Alice's face was filled with an indescribable smile.

Just when all this was about to be accomplished, a strange power came from the end of the darkness. Aimu was stunned on the spot, then turned his head and looked towards the direction from which the power came.

It was a little blurry, but she could clearly feel the familiar wave. Something was coming, something she was very familiar with.

Seeing this, Alice's expression changed a little, but she still maintained her dignity and said with a smile, "What are you waiting for? Aimu."

Aimu didn't answer, just stared blankly at the darkness there. She thought it was her illusion, but when she was about to turn around and hold Alice's hand, the power there emerged again. At this time, Aimu also clearly understood I figured out what that power was.

Aimu was too familiar with that power, she whispered.

"Bologo?"

In this dead, lightless world, I actually felt Bologo's etheric reaction. How was this possible?

But soon Aimu realized something and muttered to himself.

"I'm just an alchemy doll. I'm not a human being, and I don't have a human soul. For me, there is no death, only damage."

"There is no afterlife. For me, there is just a recycling bin."

Thinking of this, Aimu looked a little sad, and then her eyes became firm, and she looked at Alice behind her and asked.

"Who are you anyway?"

"Me? I'm Alice, your only friend."

"But Alice is already dead. Death is death, and there is nothing left." Aimu retorted.

The atmosphere solidified, and Alice still kept smiling. She didn't say anything, she just stared at Aimu quietly and raised her hand.

After a long time, Aimu shook her head without making any answer. She turned around and approached the end of the darkness.

He does not have the nature of death. For himself, there is only damage.

Maybe... maybe he wasn't dead, but was damaged too badly and lost all ability to communicate with the outside world.

From this point of view, he is no different from death, but Amu knows one thing clearly. He has another ability, another ability to communicate with the outside world.

Aimu relied on her so-called instinct to forcefully activate her power. She couldn't feel the existence of her body, so she still exerted her strength clumsily, as long as it could have some impact.

A golden light lingered around Aimu, and then she struggled to reach out her hand to the darkness.

Alice just watched Aimu's departure quietly. She was not surprised by Aimu's resistance. At the same time, she also understood one thing, Aimu would always come back to find her.

This is doomed.

…

Boluogo looked up at Aimu who was soaked in the liquid, staring directly at him with empty eyes, and then she stiffly and awkwardly stretched out her curled up body, and stretched out her hand tremblingly.