Endless Debt

The tram slowly passed through the dark buildings and headed towards the bright place.

The city of Opos is very modern, with towering chimneys emitting black smoke and trams transporting workers everywhere. They transport countless people from one urban area to another, like the blood vessels of the city. Put your blood into factories and make cities roar.

"It feels like I haven't been imprisoned for long. This city has really changed."

Looking at the scenery passing by, Boluogo's mind wandered and he remembered the stories related to this city.

Since the death of King Solomon sixty-six years ago, the once holy city and its owner were destroyed in the flames of war.

After the war, the Rhine League and the Kogadel Empire negotiated peace on the ruins. They rebuilt this city sandwiched between the great powers and turned it into a neutral city. It would become a link between the two Behemoths linked together.

The oath not to fight was made, and the oath city Opos was reborn among the ruins. With the oath made, the "Wrath of the Scorched Earth" that swept the continent came to an end.

"Please hold on to the handrail."

In the swaying carriage, an emotionless female voice sounded from the radio. Boluogo grasped the armrest tightly, and then the entire carriage tilted up, climbing at a huge angle.

Boluogo cast his gaze out the car window. As the car climbed up, he saw the scars across the ground.

A huge, bottomless crack.

There are different opinions about the origin of the rift. Some people say that it was caused during the war sixty-six years ago. Some people argue that even now, no weapons can destroy such terrain. Some people say that this rift has been here since ancient times. , but someone read the information and said that in the time of King Solomon, this place was still a plain...

No one can explain what is going on. The Great Rift actually exists like this, answering all questions indifferently and silently.

"Is that the Great Rift?"

There were screams of exclamation, and a man was lying on the window, looking in the direction of the big crack.

"Yes, I heard from my friends that they are still recruiting workers there... I am going to apply, but the working environment seems to be quite bad."

The passengers on the side were chatting. They were dusty and dressed like foreigners.

"It's not just bad. It is said that when you work there, you must wear protective clothing and gas masks at all times." Another person joined the discussion and said with worry.

He was right, the Rift was a terrible place.

"It's so bright."

Boluogo looked at the large crack and muttered to himself.

There was light shining in the great rift, and even though it was so far away, the light was still clear.

You can see the ferocious and sharp silhouettes through the light, which are the cable cars and platforms built along the Great Fissure. After the war, people discovered a large amount of metal ore from the Great Fissure, and since then the Great Fissure has become part of the factory. Mining and excavation are going on.

Later, people conducted several surveys, but they could not find the bottom of the great rift. It seemed that the great rift connected to the abyss without an end.

After the investigation failed, the factory began to use the large crack as a trash can and discharged various industrial wastes into it. Over time, toxic gray fog filled the large crack.

Many poor people live next to the Great Rift. Because of the gray fog, the housing prices here are extremely cheap. If Adele hadn't taken him in, Boluogo would have planned to live there from the beginning.

"However, if you work in the Great Rift, the salary seems to be quite high."

Someone said, looking at the big rift with longing.

Boluogo looked away. Everyone had various worries. These strangers were thinking about how to make money, while he was thinking about what happened next.

Want to escape? Escape the city?

Such an idea arose in Boluogo's mind, and after a brief thought, he temporarily shelved the idea.

During this year's internship, Bologo was no different from a free person. "Those people" only sent Jeffrey to contact him. Other than that, Bologo's life was no different from that of ordinary people. .

But the more this happened, the more subtle fear Boluogo felt, just like facing a deep sea. You can only see the tranquility on the sea, but you don't know what is hidden under the sea.

As a debtor, I have no supervision, no regular reports, nothing.

Boluogo didn't think the other party was careless. They had absolute confidence and confidence that they were in control...after all, they were so mysterious.

He still knows too little about the unknowns of this world.

Maybe Boluogo stepped out with his front foot and was shot to death in the back foot. Although Boluogo would not die so easily due to the existence of the "gift", the bullets still hurt quite a bit.

With this thought in mind, the tram stopped and Boluogo arrived at the station.

Shenbei District, a newly built urban area, is famous for its cheap housing prices, large number of foreigners, and the fact that the commute to the city center takes more than two hours.

Walking on the empty street, the cold wind passed by, carrying dust and torn newspapers, passing through the streets like ghosts.

Arriving in front of the shiny iron gate, Boluogo knocked hard on the rusty iron fence. Soon after, footsteps sounded, the small window behind the iron fence was opened, and a white-haired old man appeared. In front of you.

"Hey, Bolog, have you just gotten off work?" the old man said to Bolog, "Are you still the same?"

Boluogo nodded, took out six Weng'er coins from his arms, and handed them to the old man through the iron fence.

After a while, the old man handed over a piece of bread and a can of beer from behind the iron fence. Boluogo put it in his pocket and was about to leave when he noticed something.

"Is the public security not good recently?" Boluogo asked.

"It's okay, I just need to be more prepared. If we open so late, we will inevitably encounter some trouble."

The old man laughed and stuffed the gun handle exposed by the small window back.

Boluogo raised his eyebrows and waved his hand, "Remember to tell me if you have anything to say, good night."

"Good night, Burlogo."

The old man responded with a smile, and then closed the small window.

Returning to the apartment where he lived, he opened the door to the first floor, glanced at the drowsy building manager, and walked up the dirty stairs. Endless noise penetrated his ears.

Those are the neighbors of Boluogo. One is a somewhat deaf old man who likes to turn up the volume of the TV every day. The other is a couple who are not emotionally compatible. Every once in a while, they have to quarrel. That was all night long, with Borlogo having the misfortune to live between the two.

To be honest, this feeling is quite strange. The neighbors are running around for firewood, rice, oil and salt every day, while I wander around hunting down demons, but in the end they all return to a building and sleep peacefully.

It's like people from two worlds, yet wonderfully coexisting in one world.

Ignoring the endless noise, Boluogo stopped in front of a dilapidated door, turned the handle, and returned to his familiar cabin.

…

After a day's work, Jeffrey dragged his tired body back home. Because he lent his coat to Boluogo, the cold wind along the way made his cheeks slightly hot. He wondered if he had caught a cold.

He was slumped on the sofa, and just as he was about to enjoy the short-term peace, the phone rang quickly. Jeffrey looked in the direction where the phone rang, his eyes filled with a little gloom.

When I picked up the phone, a familiar voice rang.

"What do you think of this Boluogo Lazarus?" The other party asked directly without being polite.

In the dim room, Jeffrey lowered his head and held the phone in his hand. He hesitated for a few seconds and replied, "Not bad. At least I think he is a good person."

"Good guy?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was stunned.

"Well, a good man." Jeffrey untied the tie on his chest with one hand. This thing made him breathless. "A good man who is a little out of everyone's perception, beyond common sense, not very good..."

He vaguely pictured the appearance of Borogo Lazarus in his mind.

"Do you think he is a good person? Look at the things he has done."

Jeffrey was not surprised by the other party's reaction. Boluogo was indeed a wonderful guy.

Like a rare species, when you see him, you begin to doubt the authenticity of this world.

With a wry smile, he picked up the cut newspaper on the table. In each clip, he reported all kinds of horrifying news.

"In January of this year, a serial murderer codenamed 'Werewolf' appeared near the Great Rift. Mr. Borogo Lazarus found him and hung him on the cable car of the Great Rift. The cable car moved upwards early in the morning. There were still shaking bodies hanging below, witnessed by hundreds of people..."

A voice sounded on the phone.

"The other party is a demon. As you know, demons are no longer human beings. There is no need to be so kind... I think Bologo thinks so too." Jeffrey tried to defend Bologo.

“In May, on a tram leading to the outskirts of the city, he slaughtered several carriages with a knife. When the tram arrived at the station, the carriages were opened, blood flowed into a river, and corpses were piled on the ground... There are still some citizens who have witnessed this scene. , still receiving psychological treatment in the hospital."

"The tram was full of demons that had gathered. I admit that his methods may have been a bit extreme, but he did stop a gathering of demons. No matter what they were plotting, they turned into corpses everywhere."

Jeffrey covered his head. He had to say that Boluogo's resume was really amazing.

"What about this one? This one...he did a good job. We tracked the demon codenamed 'Fang' for a long time, but he killed it by mistake."

The voice on the phone became complicated. According to what Bologo said afterwards, he was wandering that day and happened to notice the traces of the devil. He treated it as overtime and got rid of the "venomous fang" along the way.

"Then what's next? A revenge? He single-handedly dismantled several small gangs, lynched several bribed vigilantes, and massacred him along the way, and then he was the priest today."

"This just shows that he has justice in his heart! He is so angry as a common man!"

Jeffrey started gibbering.

The other end of the receiver fell silent, and after a while, the other party asked.

"Why are you protecting him like this?"

Jeffrey did not answer immediately, squinting his eyes as he recalled working with Boluogo over the past year.

"How should I put it? Yas, I just think... Boluogo is really good. Although this guy has all kinds of problems, he is indeed an expert in dealing with these things."

On the other end of the phone, Yas listened quietly without interrupting Jeffrey.

"Sometimes, I think Bologna might be giving up on himself."

"Giving up on yourself?"

"Well, he's a bit unlucky. I've talked to him many times, and he can't remember exactly why he signed a contract with the devil. In short, he became a debtor inexplicably, and what bad things happened next? Before he could do anything, he was locked up."

Jeffrey asked Boluogo many times, but Boluogo himself could not remember anything related to the devil. It was a blank memory. In his own words, he knew that he had fought with the devil. As for the transaction, he couldn't remember the specific content of the transaction, as if his memory had been deliberately erased.

"After he was released from prison, he was taken in by kind-hearted people...Berogo even talked to me before about preparing some gifts for Mrs. Dovilan, but she died like this."

Jeffrey muttered.

"This guy is a little too unlucky, yes, too unlucky. He wants to have love for this world, but nothing good happens to him. Even if it does happen, it will disappear quickly and bring him more. Big hurt.

But none of this has knocked him down, at least not yet. Although life is cruel, he still maintains his own principles. For a monster, adhering to the bottom line is really an admirable virtue. "

"So you want to help him?" Yas asked.

"Yes, I think he just missed a chance, a chance to prove himself."

Jeffrey pondered for a while and continued, "What's more, isn't this also the original intention of selecting debtors? Give these unlucky people a chance to repay their debts."

"The 'gift' carried by the debtor will give them powerful and deceitful power, which is completely independent of the 'alchemy matrix'. Moreover, the debtor is different from the devil. He has not completely lost his soul and can endure the emptiness in his heart. sense of hunger."

Jeffrey continued to fight for opportunities for Boluogo.

"But debtors are already connected to the devil, and they will only get deeper into debt."

"That's why we need to control them and keep them sane, right?" Jeffrey was as loving as an old father.

After a brief moment of calm, Yas's voice was a little helpless, "You are always like this, whether it is you or Lebius."

In response, Jeffrey burst out laughing, "Yas, sometimes you have to learn to compromise."

"Compromise with evil?" Yas asked, but he was too lazy to dwell on this issue. "Okay, I understand, then the next assessment..."

"Are we going to start?" Jeffrey asked.

"Well, the 'Kenshi' is being covered. After the coverage is completed, we can start the assessment to test whether Bologo has the ability to become one of us."

Yas thought of something and asked, "Have you mentioned anything about the assessment to him?"

"No, he doesn't know about the existence of the assessment," Jeffrey said. "He only knows that the results will be available at the weekend, but he doesn't know the specific time or the method."

"I think he will be shocked." Yas smiled evilly.

"It's okay. After all, handling emergencies is one of the professional qualities we should have, and it is naturally part of the assessment."

Having said this, Jeffrey clenched his fist, and bursts of light shone on his arm. Under the light was a dense, circuit-like array.

"Are you going to release the water? Jeffrey." Yas asked.

"No, but I think he will definitely pass."

The dim light on Jeffrey's arm went out, but the response from the other end of the phone was a burst of gloating laughter.

"What's wrong?" Jeffrey asked.

"Actually, I just received a notice that the examiner of the assessment has changed, and you and I are no longer in charge."

"Who is that?" Jeffrey didn't understand. He had always been in charge of Boluogo. Logically speaking, he should also conduct the final assessment.

"Lebius."

Yas said.

"Lebius wants to personally assess Bologo."