Endless Debt

In the bustling bar, the sound of loud music and the chatter of the crowd came one after another. People's figures became increasingly blurred against the backdrop of lights and smoke. After a night of carnival, their emotions were burned again and again until nothing was left.

The lights in the bar have turned into a soft and warm yellow, the music has gradually become lower, and the piercing noise has done its duty in the air and turned silent. The waiters in charge of the bar have begun to put away the cups and clear the table. Other drinkers They also gradually left and returned to their own lives.

At this moment, the bar became extremely deserted, and there was a faint smell of alcohol in the air. The tired man sat in the corner, quietly tasting the wine in the glass. There was no one around him, and everyone who could The objects of communication and communication have all left, leaving him with only infinite loneliness and loneliness.

There were fewer and fewer figures around, and the man's face looked slightly tired. From time to time, he would lift the cup and take a sip, glancing at the increasingly bright sky outside.

The man had been in this bar for several hours. As time passed, he felt like he was trapped in a group of strangers, and he was afraid of being forgotten from the bottom of his heart. In the corner, a person quietly reminisced about today's carnival, but he couldn't help but feel that these emotions would become meaningless after it was over.

In the remnants of the carnival, he was still alone, looking up from time to time at the laughing figures of others. To be honest, he envied this group of people, but he was unwilling to gain his own satisfaction through social circles. He understood that for For the undead, this kind of satisfaction is only a brief moment. Maybe in the blink of an eye, these people will grow old.

"Is this the curse of immortality?" Sere sighed in a low voice, his eyes becoming a little blurry, "Everything became slow and fast, meaningless."

Party, kill time, let alcohol numb everything, and then at sunrise, use your only clear will to feel the emptiness of life.

This kind of thing has been repeated for countless days and nights in Sere's life. He always thought that he was used to it, but when the cycle came again, Sere still felt pain from it, and his heart that should have been numb also felt like It was an instinctive twitch.

It was painful and vivid, as if it was telling Sere himself that he was still alive.

"Like sick people, slit their wrists with a knife..." Sere muttered in a low voice.

The more he thought about all this, the more Sere could feel the pain and uneasiness in his heart. He knew that the emotions he had suppressed would burst out under the influence of alcohol, leaving him in a confused situation, but he had been holding it in for a long time. Inevitably, a release is needed.

In the first few years, Sere liked to fight with others under the influence of alcohol. With the advantage of being undead, he always won. Later, he became more numb and even lost the motivation to punch. Now, he only cares about holding women and lying in their tenderness, but gradually, even these Serei lose interest.

As time passed by, Sere could clearly feel that his desire, energy, and motivation were being crushed and consumed bit by bit. Now after being drunk, his emotions were like a cold corpse, without any trace of emotion. ups and downs.

Sere was aware of all this, and he was approaching death in an alternative way, a death of insensibility, numbness and despair.

It's really scary to think about it.

After standing up and briefly moving his body, Sere walked out of the bar. There was a familiar look outside the bar that he had seen a thousand times.

The sky is gray and the whole city is in a quiet state. There are many fewer vehicles and pedestrians on the street. Only sporadic car lights and street lights barely illuminate some areas. The wanderers on the street corners have already returned home, and the high-rise buildings are The lights have also been quietly turned off.

However, as the sun slowly rose, the city began to wake up from its slumber, the sky gradually brightened, the color of the morning light changed from light gray to light blue, and the whole world seemed to move from darkness to light.

Sere quickened his pace. The sun rose and the city woke up. For many people, it was a scene full of vitality, but such a vibrant scene was poison to Sere.

"It's like a wild dog on the run, but you and I both know that we can't escape. This is doomed."

Sere continued to whisper something, like a strange question he was asking himself.

The surrounding street scene began to change, and under the influence of alcohol, some strange thoughts arose in Sere's mind.

Sere is very clear that he is an existence that is not limited in time and space. He can stay anywhere and directly observe the changes of time.

He is a noble Lord of the Night Clan and has an immortal body. He will not age, get sick, or die. However, this seemingly attractive "eternal life" brings him endless loneliness and pain.

As time went by, Sere saw countless people leaving him. He once had close partners and lovers, but they were all separated from him in the long river of time. He observed the changes in the world and the rise and fall of civilizations, But he was unable to truly integrate into the world until he felt completely alienated from it, until he began to doubt whether his existence had any meaning.

Fatigue and pain often lingered in Sere's heart. He once longed to end this long life, just like now, as long as he slows down and lets the sun catch up with him...

It's like a crazy life or death chase.

Serei smiled mockingly at the thought. This kind of life-and-death chase had been staged countless times in his past days.

But Sere defeated Death every time and lost to his own cowardice.

He is indeed a coward, just like his father.

Under such contradictions, Sere began to doubt whether "eternal life" was really meaningful, and he began to think about whether his existence could be called "life".

His life seems to have no real purpose or meaning.

When the first ray of sunlight fell, it first hit Sere's clothes, and then passed over his neck. A burning pain was quickly released and spread along the nerves throughout his body.

The pain of sunlight far exceeded the limit of all pain, but Sere did not react at all. His skin began to turn gray, like burnt firewood, a little smoke rose, and then the ashes shattered, revealing each person. A sunken bloody hole.

Sere could clearly feel the warmth of the sun behind him, until the bright fireworks ignited on his skin. The pain that penetrated into his bones and the instinctive fear made him no longer able to control his body.

Sere's pace became faster and faster, and he even ran wildly, until the shadow covered him again. He bent over and gasped in pain, and then a great sadness and self-blame rose in his heart.

Every time he survived, Sere always doubted whether he really had the courage. His confidence was riddled with holes and his dignity had long been burned away.

Raising his head, Sere noticed a familiar figure standing not far away. He blocked the way and stared at him eagerly.

"It's so embarrassing, Sere."

Boluogo said that he got up early just to ask Serei something, but he didn't expect to see him in such an embarrassed state.

"Hey, Boluogo, are you back from your business trip?"

A confident smile rose from Serei's face, and he was completely different from the one he had just been. He straightened his long hair, and his steps became steady and firm. In a few seconds, he changed from a drunkard back to the noble one. identity of.

"I have something to ask you," said Borogo.

"Many people have come to see me this time," Sere shook his head. "Sorry, Boluogo, I can't say anything. This is a rule."

"Then I can tell you something else," Bologo said.

"Next time, I'm very sleepy, it's time to go back to sleep."

Sere passed directly over Boluogo, looked at his back, and Boluogo said loudly.

"We have made some progress regarding the Night Clan. Lebius said that they are called the Disobedient Royal Court and are led by a high-ranking Night Clan named the Regent."

"Olivia!"

Boluogo called out her name, and at the same time Sere's steps stopped.

"Is she related to the rebellion against the Royal Court? After all, she is also a Night Clan member who left the Land of Eternal Night."

Sere turned his head, the drunkenness in his eyes disappeared. He was the noble Lord of the Night Clan and the son of the Night King, and alcohol had never affected him at all.

"I also saw a name that was erased by you in "The Oath of Dawn", a name that is not bound by the oath. Could that name be Olivia Villeless?"

Boluogo organized his thoughts and made an inference.

"Serre, did your kindness at that time create a new empire?"