Endless Debt

There are chaotic images lingering in the field of vision. They overlap and turn into an absurd hunting movie.

First there was a burst of singing full of vitality and power, and then there was a huge smear of cheap blood, covering every corner of the field of vision.

Broken rag dolls, cotton wool rolled out from the sutures, mixed with countless venomous snakes, and a red car crashed into the wall under the sound of a woman crying in labor.

The bright sunlight poured into the room through the crack. For a moment, the powerful singing was slightly distorted, and turned into thousands of screams, mixed with the violent electric guitar sound, and then the falling sunlight illuminated the stage. .

A group of bears in formal attire were grabbing the microphone and singing loudly. The songs were cultish and weird. Countless rabbit dolls were cheering and throwing bloody heads onto the stage one after another.

The bears also cheered to the audience and then bowed.

The stage returned to darkness, and then became bright again.

"Ah...what is this all about..."

Boluogo opened his eyes. After a brief blur, his vision gradually became clearer. Severe pain rose from under his head, as if someone had just opened the skull with an electric drill.

After losing consciousness, the first thing that came into view was the gray ceiling, and then the iron frame with several hanging bottles hanging on it. Some bottles were empty, while others were filled with liquid medicine.

The air smelled of disinfectant, and white figures could be vaguely seen walking around. They were talking and whispering, as if they were discussing themselves or others.

It looked like he was in the hospital. It had been a long time since he had been to the hospital. Ever since he was "resurrected from the dead", Boluogo thought that he was insulated from the hospital.

He tried to sit up, but there was a sharp pain like needles all over his body, as if his joints were filled with sharp metal, and the slightest movement would cause excruciating pain.

At the same time as he was in severe pain, the absurd dream he had just remembered came to mind. He vaguely felt that the bear band was beside his hospital bed. They were playing trumpets and electric guitars, twisting their heavy bodies, Let the damn show begin...

Boluogo suspected that it was his "past life" memory that kept him dreaming about these messy things. He felt that if he became a director of fantasy films, he would have a bright future.

After a short rest, Boluogo regained his strength. There were low sounds in his throat, and he struggled to sit up.

My left hand felt a little heavy. I endured the soreness and pain. I raised my hand and found that the back of my hand was covered with infusion needles. This was probably the reason why I would not die. These doctors were not polite at all when they started.

Turning to look around, he heard a shout of surprise.

"Brother Boluogo!"

Boluogo was thinking that it was not too late to pretend to be dead now.

With Bailie's roar, people surrounded Boluogo's bed in the blink of an eye... Actually, there weren't many people.

First, there was Bailey, who regarded herself as a guinea pig. She opened her eyelids and shone a flashlight endlessly, with emotions of love and hate on her face. Then there was Badr, who was still wearing a protective suit and was always in danger. Stay with Bailey to prevent her from doing anything outrageous.

Then came Jeffrey. This guy was smiling. Judging from his expression, his implantation ceremony should have been successful. Before they could say anything, a slightly cold voice sounded, and a slight collision sound came closer. Bologo.

"Congratulations, Borogo Lazarus."

Jeffrey got out of the way, and Lebius stood in front of his hospital bed with a cane.

"You are now a member of the Sublime Ones."

"Condensing...condensing person."

This vocabulary should be familiar to Boluogo, but when he really touched it, Boluogo felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.

It was as if an electric current was passing through his body. This sense of surprise made Boluogo suddenly wake up a little, and then he realized that the world in his eyes was different.

There is something more in this world, something invisible, ubiquitous, and perceptible...

Boluogo was certain that they existed from the beginning, but he could not feel them so clearly.

Just like you can observe light with your eyes, hear sound waves with your ears, and feel the contact of objects with your skin.

It was as if Boluogo had an extra sense now, allowing him to detect these things that should not have been noticed.

ether.

The mysterious ether, now they are no longer the high-altitude elements, now they are within reach.

Cyan lines appeared on the surface of Boluoge's body, and the light was a little dim. It continued to rise and fall with his breathing, and the light reflected in his eyes, making Boluogo's breathing quicken slightly.

This is his alchemical matrix and he is now a member of the Sublime Ones.

"Do you remember anything? Brother Boluogo."

Bailey asked at this time. The sudden accident at the end of the ceremony made her have many doubts in her heart.

"Remember...what?"

"After the ceremony, you must know that you caused a disaster, plundering all the 'cold iron souls' around you, destroying the entire laboratory, and triggering the etheric vacuum phenomenon, which led to multiple experimental projects in the sublimation furnace core. Make mistakes and cause accidents.”

Bailey originally wanted to ask, but she spoke faster and faster, and finally complained loudly, then hid back, slowly sat down against the wall, and hugged each other.

"Obviously there have been no accidents this year... obviously..."

Badr stood in the position where Bailey had just been at the right time. Although his face was blocked by protective gear, Bologg could detect the gaze cast from under it, and Bologg continued.

"I do not remember."

He vaguely remembered the dead world in his mind, but apart from the dead world, Boluogo couldn't remember anything else. As for the dead world, he had long been accustomed to it. Every time he died, he would arrive briefly. There.

But...but it seems that besides deathly silence, there is something else coming...

Boluogo racked his brains and couldn't figure it out.

"However, I seem to...can vaguely feel something..."

Boluogo looked at his shining palm and said uncertainly.

"I just felt a lot of pain at the time. I couldn't contain the alchemy matrix...asking, I needed to ask. I didn't know what to ask for, but it was just like instinct."

"Instinct?" Badr thought, "This is also a possibility. After all, it is the power of the Overlord, and it is not impossible to cause any miracles."

They still can't understand this, so they can only attribute it to miracles and other explanations.

"By the way, how long have I been unconscious?"

Boluogo asked. He died and was resurrected repeatedly during the ritual. A large number of deaths in a short period of time would make him feel exhausted and comatose.

"It didn't take long, just half a day."

Badr's answer surprised Boluogo.

"Is that so...where is TEDA? What does he think?" Bologo asked. Compared to these guys, he still thinks the former minister is more reliable.

"After the ceremony was completed, the teacher left. He didn't like staying here for a long time." Badr explained.

Boluogo was silent for a few seconds before speaking again.

"Because the 'capacity' of my soul is not enough, I robbed the 'soul of cold iron' to make my soul reach the required 'capacity'. What happens after that? This is not my soul, so there will be no problems. ?"

"No, the 'Soul of Cold Iron' is the humblest soul. It will not disappear on its own and will be easily bound," Bader explained. "The alchemy matrix of the Alchemy Arms is based on the 'Soul of Cold Iron'. '."

"Many advanced condensers will also use the 'cold iron soul' to solidify their own souls when necessary, but their usage is not as large as yours."

"In other words, I can use the 'Soul of Cold Iron' to pile up all the believers?" Bologo asked.

"No, 'Leng Iron's Soul' is the humblest and least valuable soul. It can only be useful to those who are promoted to become Sublime Masters, and its effect is only to stabilize the soul.

It can be said that apart from being made into alchemical weapons, the 'soul of cold iron' is useless.

That's why we are curious. With a broken soul, you shouldn't have such a smooth life even if you have a "cold iron soul". "

This gives Bader a headache. There are many factors required for the promotion of the Condenser. One is to stabilize the soul, and the other is to solidify and strengthen the soul after stabilization, so that its "capacity" increases, thereby making the alchemy matrix Keep growing.

This requires a long time and a large amount of alchemical materials. They are even prepared to cultivate Boluogo for several months to ensure the stable implantation of the alchemical matrix between his life and death.

In other words, Liboluogo was expected to die for a few months...but that was it.

The incomplete soul was forcibly enlarged in "capacity", allowing the alchemical matrix to continue to extend on the plundered soul, thus spreading throughout Bologo's soul and completely implanting it in it.

"So...is this my soul?"

Boluogo lowered his head. He could vaguely feel that there was something between reality and reality under the alchemical matrix, and it filled his body.

That was Boluogo's soul. Different from the ordinary golden soul, Boluogo's soul was undoubtedly a lot darker.

He knew why, he was the debtor, he sold part of his soul.

It's just that he instinctively felt that his soul shouldn't be so dim...at least it should be a little brighter...

But then Boluogo remembered something, and he suddenly understood the reason why his ceremony went smoothly.

It seems that he has some kind of "absorbing" ability, and the soul fragments that he "absorbed" are also released during the ceremony, and are integrated into his own alchemical matrix together with the "soul of cold iron".

Those are the soul fragments from the "golden soul", and their value is undoubtedly much higher than that of the "cold iron soul". It is they that build a new trajectory and allow the alchemical matrix to extend on it.

While Boluogo was thinking, an uncontrollable strange feeling came from the depths of his body and soul.

It's over.

A trace of panic flashed across Boluogo's eyes, and that familiar feeling returned.

As the fragments of his soul were consumed, the hole that had been filled was revealed again. Now his soul was weak and the mania attack was imminent.

"Do you have any straitjackets?"

Borogo suddenly asked.

"ah?"

Bader was stunned by Bologg's words, and then Bologg's expression twisted, and he panted like a wild animal. He grabbed the armrests on both sides of the hospital bed with both hands, and squeezed them hard, and the steel was pressed. Flat and twisted.

"A little... rude."

A hoarse voice came from Boluogo's mouth. Balder was stunned for two seconds and shouted loudly.

"doctor!"