Endless Debt

"Event card·Emergency supplies."

"Event card·Reconstruct the defense line."

"Disaster Card: Brewing Darkness."

"..."

Bai Ou is like a ruthless broadcasting machine, calmly telling people the development of the next story. Along with his words, like a spirit that distorts reality, the words he tells turn into reality.

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded from the nearby carriage, and Boluogo immediately became nervous. Logically speaking, the monsters in the nearby carriage should have been cleared away, so why are there still enemies?

But when the car door opened, a group of heavily armed soldiers appeared behind the door. They were wearing thick black military uniforms and gas masks on their faces. Their deep breathing sounded from the breathing valve, which sounded like they were marching in a cemetery. ghost.

They moved boxes of supplies and piled them in the carriage, and then they left without looking back. When Bologger tried to chase them, he found that they had disappeared, like ghosts that had never existed.

The brought supplies included everything from ammunition to sword blades and medical supplies. Palmer was firing on all cylinders. According to the game settings, he was clearly an assassin, but at this moment he was using the firepower of a platoon.

In the previous battle, the damaged carriage due to several monster attacks has also been strengthened. The clanking sound of knocking came from all directions, as if craftsmen were leaning over to hammer the metal, layer upon layer of armor. Covering the outer wall of the carriage, it turns into a moving fortress.

Most of the events in this round were benign events, which relieved a lot of the heavy pressure on several people. Except for Palmer who was still firing to clear out the random monsters caused by the event card infestation, everyone else was sitting He rested in his position and enjoyed the tranquility.

Blood dyed Hart's hair, and the blood solidified, tangled large chunks of hair together, and there were many wounds on his thick body. Even though Aimu stepped up to bandage his wounds, the speed of recovery was still not enough. Injuries occur frequently.

Hart was a neat guy, and the sticky feeling all over his body tortured him far more than the pain from the wound.

In the board game, they only need to throw points to fight, but in this real game, the battle has evolved into a real fight. Many factors interfere with the progress of the battle and make them exhausted.

The game has progressed to this point, and the Dawn on the board has gradually left the wilderness. After a while, they will reach the supply station, and then the next area.

The event cards took effect one by one, and Bologo asked, "What is the brewing darkness?"

"It means that as the game progresses, the difficulty will gradually increase."

Hart explained that he is also an old player and is familiar with most of the card effects in "Journey to the End of the Night".

"In "Night Journey", the deeper we go into the darkness, the intensity of the enemies will increase, and the environment will have a more serious impact on us. After all, we are going deeper into the darkness, heading towards the monsters' lair. .”

Hart pointed at the chessboard, and the Dawn was advancing on the rails. In front of the rails, one could see the swollen coast, the dark mountains with blizzards, and further away, there were endless eerie castles.

"Our current game progress is less than one-third."

This cruel fact made Hart feel exhausted. If he were in charge of extraordinary power, Hart would have the confidence to fight until the end of darkness, but now they are just a group of mortals.

Like some kind of long torture, for a moment, Hart began to wonder if he could survive it.

"This dark night is too long."

Canary kneaded her arms and repeatedly stringed the bow. The muscles in her arms were numb and sore, as if they were about to break.

Looking at the vast darkness outside the car window, the game has been played for more than ten rounds, and the monsters that have been killed have piled up. Judging from the senses of a few people, several hours have passed, but the night sky is still extremely dark, and there is no trace of it. There is no intention to turn bright.

"The Garden of Joy distorts the time scale so that we feel like we have spent days and nights here, but only a few minutes may have passed in the outside world."

Gold's voice sounded, and he was hung on the wall by Bolog. This angle allowed him to overlook the entire chessboard carriage, and it was also convenient for others to talk to him.

Gauld has a deep understanding of the distortion of time scale. He was almost crazy under the torture of the Witch of Desire. He even suspected that if Bologg found himself in a few rounds at night, what he would see by then might be A completely broken will.

"Senses, maybe it is not the scale of time that is distorted, but our senses."

Aimu suggested, "You also feel it, right? Compared with the mysterious concept of time, the Desire Witch obviously prefers sensory stimulation."

Looking up at Gold, Aimu asked, "What do you think?"

The successive shocks made everyone's spirits numb. Everyone's reaction to Gold's appearance was very dull. Others didn't talk much to Gold. They could only ask him what he had been through, and then leave him alone. aside.

Gold is indeed useless now, and he knows this very well. He strives to control his emotions and cracked will, repeatedly reciting the regulations of the Bureau of Order silently, strengthening his inner will, and avoiding affecting other people.

"Sorry, my head is filled with noise right now and it's hard for me to think complexly."

Gold retreated into the darkness and could vaguely see a huddled figure. He racked his brains, trying hard to suppress those messy thoughts and think about Aimu's guess.

“Pain, anxiety, awe, boredom, longing, jealousy, excitement, fear, hate… love and hate.”

While Irwin was narrating, he was writing down lines of text on the paper. Suddenly he stopped and did not look at Gold, but looked directly at Boluogo.

"It's all stimulation from the senses, just an illusion."

"Do you think we are in a huge illusion?"

Bologg felt that Irwin's guess was reasonable. This distorted reality, the weird game of reality and reality... This reminded Bologg of the timeline chaos incident, but in that incident, he was unshakable. The latter serves as backup, as well as Sai Zong's reminder and Se Lei's "love".

But this time it was different. Boluogo and others were fighting alone, and no external force could break through the devil's shackles.

"It's just a guess," Irwin said. "I'm an author, and I'm very good at fantasizing about this kind of thing, but the real decision must be left to you. You are the expert."

Irwin has absolute trust in Bologg, which is good news. Although the situation is extremely bad, everyone has the same position and there is no infighting. That was the side Bologo didn't want to see the most.

In a real game, many tedious details are omitted, such as damage and attack determination, Bologo's mechanical dice rolling and card drawing. If he can successfully leave, Bologo hopes that when he returns, Palmer can burn the box of board games.

In this round, Boluogo was unexpectedly lucky. He drew the benign event card, and nothing happened. He also gave several people some time to rest. The train continued to move forward, and everyone enjoyed the tranquility of this rare round.

"Are you mentally healthy?"

While others were recuperating, Gold suddenly asked.

Everyone cast doubtful glances, wondering what Gold was going to do, and then he added.

"Similar to some childhood shadows, regrets, troubled nightmares, recurring memories, aching wounds, lingering ghosts..."

As Gold spoke, his voice trembled and became distorted. He tried hard to control his words, but he gradually lost control. He took deep breaths repeatedly, and after a few seconds of silence, Gold tried to speak at a gentle pace again. .

"Is there anything like this?"

Boluogo asked without raising his head, "Does this have anything to do with the predicament we are encountering now?"

"This is a game hosted by the Desire Witch. What she wants to see most is our strongest emotions... I hate to say this, but for humans, pain is undoubtedly the simplest, strongest, and easiest The emotions she obtains are also the easiest for her to extract from us.”

All it takes is a sad past, a bleeding wound, a desperate and tragic situation, a vicious childhood curse... as long as it is such a simple and direct thing, the pain will follow you like a lingering nightmare.

"Human positive emotions have their limits after all, and are difficult to arouse, but negative emotions are different. If positive emotions are precious gold, then negative emotions are cheap dust that can be accessed later."

Gold didn't want to look back on that long, terrible nightmare.

"This is just a game to her, a game for fun..."

Gold's voice became lower and lower until he was completely silent. The blood tank under the white gull was filled with blood. The peace brought by the event card ended. Then Palmer drew a card, and he was lucky enough to draw one again. There was an equipment card, and there were hurried footsteps outside the car door, and those ghostly soldiers returned again with supplies.

Then came Canary, and nothing strange happened again, but when it was Hart's turn, White Gull's voice suddenly became shrill and hoarse, and he seemed to be laughing wildly as he narrated the story.

"The evil power has eroded you! The terrible darkness is growing in your heart, prying open the dust-buried side of you!"

Hart looked at the card in his hand blankly, and Bologg shouted to him, asking what happened, but Hart said nothing, fell straight down, and then his body twitched violently.

The card fell out of his hand and scattered on the ground. Before it burned into plumes of black smoke and penetrated Hart's body, Bologo read the words on it.

Corruption Card·Darkness Comes.

In the vast darkness, Hart was alone. He called loudly, but no one responded.