Endless Debt

Boluogo believes and affirms that he will never like the so-called devil now, in the past, and in the future, and will definitely retain absolute hatred and disgust for him.

What makes Boluo Ge even more uneasy and painful is that no matter how much he resists the devil, it is indeed difficult for him to leave the devil.

Just as the astronaut said, he needs to carry out a grand plan by himself, and he also needs to use the devil to find out the truth of all mysteries.

His own immortality, strange protection, and even the various information given to him by the devil, they tempted Boluogo like the honey flowing from the trees, until he went deep into it and could no longer escape, like a mosquito in amber. , eternal imprisonment.

Boluogo was not afraid of this. On the contrary, what he was really afraid of was that he could not do it and he was afraid of living up to the expectations of others.

"I am a pioneer...I am a pioneer..."

Bologg murmured to himself, and the extremely twisted psychological illness resurfaced. Just as Jeffrey once commented on him, Bologg had an almost twisted savior plot and a spirit of sacrifice.

This may come from the guilt of surviving alone during the Wrath of the Scorched Earth. Boluogo regards himself as a future pioneer. Even if he dies on the road, he will drive the corpse, crawl, and bring back the knowledge of the New World. .

"I'm a trailblazer, too," the astronaut picked up Borogo's soliloquy, "as much as I like this outfit."

The astronaut lowered his head and looked at his clothes, "I think there is nothing more suitable for a pioneer than a space suit."

“Challenge the frontiers of human cognition and open up places where life is forbidden.”

Boluogo ignored the astronaut's words. He was still in those crazy thoughts. It was like a storm was rolling up in his mind. It completely messed up his brain and scratched his skull with thick blood.

"what are you up to?"

After a long time, Boluogo stared at the weather map and asked quietly, "What else do you need me to do?"

The astronaut let out a disturbing, victorious laugh. He snapped his fingers, and a stack of printed weather map drawings appeared in his hands.

"It's very simple. The all-seeing eye can detect changes in the concentration of ether around the world. Nowadays, ether is surging in the material world. In other words, the material world and the ether world have actually overlapped to a certain extent. It's just that over thousands of years, In the time, the overlapping area is not large, it is like a slender pipe, transporting a steady stream of ether into the material world, transforming the material world."

The astronauts lightly confirmed another conjecture from the side. The rise in ether concentration symbolizes the overlap of the ether world and the material world. Two completely different dimensions will completely collide in the near future.

"The rise in ether concentration can be seen as the overlapping area expanding over time, and the slender water pipe gradually turning into a leaking dam, causing a large amount of ether to flow into the world and rapidly increasing the ether concentration."

Borlog asked, trying to maintain his composure, "What then?"

"It's very simple, just find it, close it, prevent all these overlaps, cut off the connection between the etheric world and the material world, and if possible, push the etheric world to leave and completely eliminate the existence of this threat."

The astronaut then told about his plan, "The preset first overlapping place, I call it the door of origin. If you close that door, the disaster will be over."

He then picked up the weather maps one after another, "The way to find it is also very simple. Just find the area with the highest ether concentration. That is where the Gate of Origin is."

"You devils don't know where it is?"

Boluogo suddenly realized that the devil did not know the intelligence of the etheric realm, at least not completely.

Then Boluogo asked again, "What on earth are you devils?"

"That has nothing to do with what we're going to do," the astronaut said.

"Then how can I trust you?"

Boluogo would not believe the astronauts' words easily. He said that the interests were the same. Who knows what interests he thought they were. As for closing the so-called door to the origin, who could guarantee that the astronauts would not completely blow up the door and speed up the process? Does the overlap of two dimensions make everything irreversible?

Another question is, why at this time?

The existence of the astronaut is far more distant than that of Bologg, and the same goes for him and his blood relatives. Bologg does not know the nature of the devil, nor does he know the truth of everything. He can only piece together as much as possible from the fragmented words of the astronaut. An answer closer to the truth.

As early as thousands of years ago, the astronaut must have been aware of the existence of the Door of Origin, but at that time he did not think about closing the door, but many years ago...

"Why didn't you close that door before?"

"Because the conditions don't allow it, the ether concentration is extremely thin, and the world is so vast, it's difficult for me to find its location accurately."

"You are a devil. It is not difficult for you to organize a search team."

"That's true, but my blood relatives don't agree with my ideas. They long for the moment when the door of origin is completely opened. Once I show my true thoughts, they will be attacked, just like the wrath of the scorched earth. like the death of King Solomon.”

The astronaut said, looking up with all-seeing eyes, "Speaking of which, this is the legacy of King Solomon. He died after he designed the blueprint for me. It's really a pity."

The memory of King Solomon in the ether realm flashed back in Boluogo's mind.

King Solomon was the last person chosen by the astronauts and his predecessor. He made a deal with the astronauts. Part of his soul belonged to the astronauts, and the other part returned to the secret source.

Bologo was able to glimpse King Solomon's memory in the secret source, which also originated from the mental projection carried by that part of the soul.

"You...why did you close that door?"

Boluogo raised a new question, "You said that your interests are consistent with human beings and contrary to your blood relatives."

His voice became louder, "Stop joking, astronaut, you are a devil, what on earth are you talking about!"

"It's up to you."

The astronaut said indifferently, "I said what I wanted to say. As for whether you believe it or not, you don't need to promise me anything. Anyway, the decision is yours."

As if playing hard to get, the astronaut's words made Bologg more and more uneasy. He clenched his fists, as if there was an unknown anger rising.

At this time, as if the astronaut deliberately touched the heartstrings of Boluogo, he continued, "I never lie, at most I don't tell the whole truth."

"Truth and falsehood, falsehood and reality are always difficult to distinguish."

The astronaut then remembered something, and he uttered a phrase that seemed very familiar to Bologg.

"Sometimes our wishes backfire, don't they?"

The astronaut raised his hand and made a gentle pushing motion.

This action aroused Boluogo's anger. He knew what the astronaut was referring to. He remembered Hill's tragic experience, which was exactly what the astronaut had done.

Boluogo raised his fist and wanted to smash the astronaut's head and drag him out of the bloated spacesuit, but as soon as he raised his hand, it seemed to freeze and he could not move.

"asshole!"

Boluogo cursed, and a sense of powerlessness completely captured him. He rarely felt like this anymore, feeling at a loss.

"The execution of this plan requires absolute confidentiality. My blood relatives must not be aware of it. In order to gain their trust, I even risked letting them join in... When I tell them, this will be completely different. plan."

The astronaut's true face was hidden under the space suit, and all his emotions and secrets were condensed in it. Borlogo felt like he was talking to a sculpture, a cold machine.

"It's all up to you, Burlogo.

I never force anyone to do anything, I just give some guidance. You can tell my blood relatives about our conversation to verify the truth of my words, but what I want you to know is..."

The astronaut's voice became deeper, like the moan of a wild animal.

"No matter what you do, you are responsible for your choices."

The astronaut opened his hands and said loudly.

"How do you judge a person's worth?

Put the weight of the world on his shoulders and sit back and watch his decision. "

The whites of Boluogo's eyes were bloodshot and he looked downcast. He felt that hundreds of billions of tons of force were pressing on him. He could no longer stand and his back was about to break.

Raising his head with difficulty, the blue and clear world hung high above his head. From the perspective of an astronaut, Boluogo overlapped exactly with the edge of the planet, just like the mythical creature that carries the sky. giant.

"Why...why me?"

Boluogo murmured, "Why am I the one who suffered this fate?"

"Is there something special about me?" Borlog asked the astronaut. "On that piece of scorched earth where I lost my memory, did I show any value?"

The astronaut shook his head ruthlessly and objected.

"No, you're not special, Bolog."

He continued, "You are just an extremely ordinary person, just like one of the thousands of soldiers on the battlefield. The reason why you bear such a fate is because I happened to see you at that time and chose you at the right time. It is special." It's my choice, not yours."

"You were never the destined savior."

The words of the astronaut completely defeated Boluogo's morbid psychology. Boluogo felt that his body was as heavy as a thousand pounds. He could hardly stand, but he had a strong will and insisted on persisting.

"Ha ha……"

Boluogo gasped in pain. He liked fighting because it didn't require any brains or pressure. He just had to put the knife into the enemy's body.

But now Boluogo has to bear the fate of the world. He has to be responsible for his own choices, and every decision he makes will affect countless lives.

Bologo didn't think he was a good person, and it was difficult for Bologo to have any empathy for people he had never met. He had had such conversations with his psychiatrist countless times. He also suggested sending Bologg to a mental hospital countless times. He always believed that Bologg had a certain antisocial personality.

Boluogo does not have an antisocial personality. What he knows is that Boluogo has just experienced too many bad things. He no longer has too much kindness to share with those he does not know. The world he loves is very narrow, with only Those friends he knows well will be included in this huge world no matter how narrow the world is.

"I...I won't promise you anything, astronaut."

Boluogo raised his head stubbornly, "I will see it with my own eyes and be in that environment myself until I make a real decision."

As if unwilling to admit defeat, Bologg resisted the heavy pressure and gave such a response. He would not believe the astronauts. All Bologg could believe was himself and everything he saw with his own eyes.

"Okay, I'm looking forward to that scene."

The astronaut spoke with a strange smile. He seemed to be glad that Bologg had not fallen into his trap, and he seemed to be laughing at Bologg's hard struggle.

He raised his hand and pressed Boluogo's forehead with his thick fingers.

"Well, see you next time, Borogo Lazarus."

The surrounding space began to distort, and Boluogo's figure was like an abstract painting, beginning to twist, deform, and even be completely peeled off from the void.

Boluogo disappeared, and the astronaut was the only one left in the desolate crater.

Before the astronauts could enjoy a moment of tranquility, a winding door slowly opened in the darkness, and uninvited guests arrived one after another.

Belphegor opened the door with a puzzled look on his face. He was still wearing his leisurely pajamas, as if he were a guest at a friend's house.

"what happened?"

"What?"

"Was this place blocked just now?" Belphegor looked around suspiciously, "The winding path has become confusing, making it impossible for me to pass."

The astronaut lied, "I was observing just now. It may be the ether turbulence set off that affected this place."

"Is that so?"

Belphegor sat directly on the recliner. This lazy devil has rarely become more diligent recently. He no longer always stays in the cinema, but often goes in and out of nothingness.

"There are some movements on the Bureau of Order. They are trying to explore the Ether Realm. I don't know the more specific information."

Belphegor complained, "I am just a puppet of the Bureau of Order and cannot interfere with them at all."

"Don't worry, they won't find anything useful in the ether," the astronaut said. "Even if they can learn some secrets, they won't know what we really think."

"I agree with this, but it's better to be vigilant," Belphegor continued, "such as your chosen one, Borogo Lazarus."

"What's up with him?"

Belphegor's expression became serious, "You know, no matter what, he is a member of the Order Bureau."

"At first, I wanted to use Xilin to invade and corrupt the Bureau of Order. I finally turned the director of the Bureau of Order into my chosen one, but the Bureau of Order imprisoned her. I could feel that she was still alive, but I couldn't detect it. to any movement."

The astronaut said, "You can give her up."

Belphegor shook his head, "I have put all my chips on her. Before this dispute is over, I have no energy left to choose another chosen one."

"That's really a shame."

"So I hope you can be more vigilant about Boluogo. The Bureau of Order is not as simple as we think...at least in the decision-making room."

Belphegor wanted to invade the decision-making room countless times to see what the Bureau of Order was up to, but when he took action, Belphegor found that he couldn't even find the decision-making room.

The decision-making room seemed to be in a completely different space, not inside the room. He even suspected that all the connections between the decision-making room and the outside world were through some kind of winding means, almost imperceptible space transfer, so that everyone could People mistakenly think that the decision-making room is within the reclamation room.

"As your chosen one, what role does Boluogo play in this plan?"

Talking about Bologg, Belphenger had extremely complicated emotions. Judging from his pursuit of poetry, Bologg was undoubtedly a good poet. If possible, Belphenger was very eager to get Bologg's attention. , wrote the story of his life.

But it's just longing.

The pursuit of poetry was just a hobby that Belphegor relied on to pass his boring time. No matter how much Belphegor praised the greatness of the poet, it could not change his evil nature.

The nature of the devil.

Belphegor took his allies seriously. They had been fighting for countless times as blood relatives, and their personalities couldn't be clearer.

No one can trust anyone absolutely.

"Him? In my plan, he will find the Gate of Origin under my guidance... I guess he will close that door to prevent the increase in ether concentration. Of course, whether he closes the door or sits idly by, no matter No matter what he chooses, it won't change anything."

Listening to the astronaut's words, Belphegor burst out laughing, "Oh my god, is this a true lie?"

"I'm starting to pity Bologger."

Belphegor loved the astronaut joke, which was so funny it could tug at anyone's heart.

"I'm looking forward to his expression when he's desperate."

Belphegor held his stomach and leaned on the recliner. After laughing for a long time, he slowly stopped and brought another news.

"Asmodeus agreed, and she chose to join our chariot against the others."

Belphegor asked the astronaut, "What do you think?"

"Very good," the astronaut nodded, "so what are we waiting for?"

The doorbell rang, and a beautiful figure pushed open the door Belphegor came from. She dragged a fiery red dress and came to the two of them with graceful steps.

Asmodeus said, "I have ordered the Happy Park train to track it according to the weather map you gave me."

The astronaut didn't pay attention to the news brought by Asmodeus. He just looked at that delicate face and couldn't help but sigh, "My blood relative, you look a lot haggard. Is it because of humans?"

Asmodeus did not respond, and his fiery eyes moved upward, looking at the blue and clear planet, which was set like a gorgeous gem in the dark void.

It was the first time that she looked at the world from this perspective. Thousands of emotions crossed the barriers of time and space and invaded.

Asmodeus murmured, "I hate change."