Endless Debt

Solemn, depressing, heavy, cold, clear straight lines and turning right angles, advanced and modern, simple and efficient...

Employees have always had many words to describe Kenshi's style, but in Bolog's summary, he felt that one word was enough to perfectly describe everything about Kenshi.

order.

Orderly order.

This is the style of the Kenshi. Whether it is the resting benches, the division of areas, or even the classification of authority, everything is classified and sorted according to a certain standard, and is completely bound by a cold and solid order.

Order brings sanity and stability, like an unshakable safe house. As long as you are in the room, you can remove all sense of crisis and let the room protect you.

But now, the reason and order that the staff fully trusted were gradually crumbling in front of Boluogo's eyes. The neat bricks and stones were shattered, and the straight edges were covered with broken gaps. Behind the collapsed walls, boundless darkness was revealed, with streaks of A series of pale arcs of electricity.

The signs of the safe passage were piled up in disorder on the floor, walls, and ceiling. They all pointed behind Boluogo, as if the will from the room was guiding Boluogo to escape from this place.

That's too late.

The surrounding light began to flicker quickly. In the alternation of light and darkness, Boluogo could clearly detect the changes in the surroundings. The entire space was twisted and deformed under a certain force, and the straight straight lines were distorted into arcs, indicating that The annihilation of order and reason.

In an instant, the safety passage sign that glowed with green light turned into eye-catching red, as if a virus was spreading in the light. The red light spread quickly, swallowing up all the green light, and reflected Boluogo's face blood red. .

Boluogo was not interested in exploring the mystery of the room. He turned around and ran in the direction indicated by the safe passage. The previously straight and deep corridor had begun to bend and deform.

It was as if a pair of big hands were violently breaking the space. The corridor was like iron bars being twisted and forged. The bricks began to break, and a lot of gravel and dust were thrown up. Boluogo's steps were a little unsteady as he ran wildly. The ground beneath his feet is bending towards the other side.

The corridor's supposed rectangular cross-section is being twisted into a weird parallelogram. Some locations have been twisted in space, and the bricks and stones are stacked together, showing a superimposed thread pattern.

The alchemy matrix is ​​operating efficiently, and the ether is rising and immortal. Bologo has tried to spread the flames of the cauldron to prevent the deformation of space, but this is a kennel, a huge virtual realm. The virtual realm is filled with ether, and the ether repels each other. Berlog's resistance was in vain.

Boluogo still remembers Vonn's praise for the Kenshi. If the Void Realm is divided by the rank of the Condenser, the Kenshi is undoubtedly a Void Realm at the Glorious One level, and among the many Glorious ones, he is the closest to the crowned one. virtual domain.

In a stable state, the Kenshi is a safe house that protects you from wind and rain. But when the Kenshi becomes restless, it will turn into a crazy and disorderly ruined area.

Boluogo poured all his ether into his legs. Relying on the ether amplification, he moved forward at high speed like a cannonball.

Behind Bologo, the corridor began to collapse, like wrought iron full of threads. The space folded together, exposing the dark space behind the masonry. The bright arc broke through the restrictions, whipping the materials in its path and annihilating them. into powder.

Bologg gritted his teeth and moved forward. He found that the corridor in front of him had changed, and it was the same as when he came before. It split into multiple branches. Just as Bologg hesitated, signs of safe passages appeared on the wall. , continues to guide Boluogo.

Time was urgent, and Boluogo had no time to think. He rushed into the fork indicating the safe passage. The scenery in front of him was still the monotonous and unchanged corridor, with no end in sight.

While running wildly, Boluogo vaguely heard singing, coming from behind the darkness of the crack.

A woman was singing passionately, using a language that Bologger could not distinguish.

The warm liquid crossed Boluogo's cheek. Boluogo's expression was dull for a moment. He raised his hand to wipe his cheek, and saw many more tears on his palm.

In Boluogo's life, he cried only a few times. Sometimes, Boluogo felt that he would never cry again in his life, but now the tears were overflowing uncontrollably.

Because of fear?

How is this possible? As an undead person, how could Boluogo be so frightened that he shed tears because of such a thing? Facing the disorderly living room, Boluogo was at best a little anxious and nervous, as well as worried about the unknown.

The emotions blend together, far from turning into tears of fear.

But Boluogo cried uncontrollably, and as the woman's singing continued, an unimaginable sadness overflowed from his heart.

This sudden emotion made Boluogo confused. Melancholy songs poured out in his ears, and the incomprehensible language gradually became clear.

"On this day of tears."

The syllables struck Boluoge's heart, and the tears had long since flowed out. Boluogo's eyes were red, and scarlet blood overflowed from under his eyelids.

Boluogo staggered a few steps, vomiting blood in large mouthfuls. His spirit began to drift, and endless fatigue covered his body, urging him to stop and sleep here.

He couldn't stop yet. Boluogo had a hunch that once he stopped here, not even the axis of time could save him.

The building shattered and collapsed, revealing the dark nothingness behind it. Arcs and lasers coexisted, like the handwriting of a master, painting a masterpiece.

Boluogo didn't dare to look back, and he didn't have time to look back. At the end of the corridor, the gentle dawn was exuding warmth, like a rope made of light in the infinite darkness.

Holding on to the rope tightly, Boluogo thought that no matter what was behind this dawn, it would be better than being swallowed by the darkness behind him.

Boluogo got closer and closer, and his body became more and more exhausted. At the same time, the wailing female voice became clearer and louder.

"The sinner who is about to be judged."

She was so sad, as if she was carrying all the sorrow in the world.

"Will rise from the ashes."

Bologg could no longer run. The surrounding masonry was twisted together, shattered into debris and returned to darkness. Soon, Bologg would become one of them.

Just when Boluogo was about to fall, an inexplicable force grabbed Boluogo's body, like the threads controlling a puppet, forcing his body to move again.

Head towards the dawn.

This time Boluogo's speed was much faster than before. He was like a walking corpse, at his mercy.

As the light approached, Boluogo saw clearly what the end of the dawn looked like.

It was an open door. Near the door, there were densely packed safety passage signs stacked on top of each other, like clusters of crystals.

Now they all dimmed together, leaving only the little man on the sign, which kept running.

Running behind Bologo.

This is not a safe house. Compared with the darkness behind us, the real dangers are after the dawn.

Boluogo was stunned. Unfortunately, he no longer had the strength to resist at this moment. He was dragged by the nameless force and crashed into the dawn.

The door closed, the light dissipated, and the safe passage signs lit up again, flashing a dazzling red light.

The female voice became stern, and the darkness became restless. All the surrounding masonry collapsed into the darkness, and the moment before the darkness approached, the door began to blur and dissipate.

The darkness swallowed up everything, and in the turbid shadow of nothingness, only the female voice continued to sing.

…

Boluogo fell to the ground. Judging from the touch of his body, he was lying on the cold tiles. The slightest coolness cooled his hot body a lot.

He reluctantly opened his eyes, and under his blood-blurred vision, Boluogo could see neatly arranged checkered tiles.

Seeing these orderly lines now, Boluogo felt unexpectedly happy, even though he knew that he might have stepped into another dangerous place.

The power gradually returned to the body, and the lost senses became sharp again. Boluogo raised his head, and bursts of warm light hit his body, making people feel like the afternoon sunset.

After rubbing his eyes and wiping away the blood, Boluogo's vision became clearer, and then he realized that he was in a strange place.

In fact, there is nothing strange here. On the contrary, it is quite normal.

It's a bit confusing to say that, after seeing too many strange things, this place is too normal, but it makes Boluogo feel a sense of distortion hidden in the normality.

This is a hotel, a hotel full of sunshine.

Boluogo swore that the lighting here surpassed all the houses he had ever seen.

It seemed as if the sun was rising outside the door.