Endless Debt

The dim light passed through the gap in the curtains and fell on Boluogo's face. When he opened his eyes, a new day began.

When he got up, he thought he would be in a daze as usual, but this time Boluoge became more conscious much faster. Not only that, he also felt that he was much "healthier".

This feeling was quite vague. Boluogo attributed it to the "satisfaction" in the assessment. After killing so many demons, he felt that his soul had never been fuller before, and this fullness not only filled The emptiness is also reflected on the body.

The soul determines the body. If the soul is strong, the body will be strong. If the soul decays, the body will be twisted into a demon.

If calculated according to the games in his previous life, Boluogo feels that his experience value must have increased a lot, but unfortunately, so far, he only relies on vague feelings to understand these, and cannot intuitively see clearly the incompleteness of his soul. Degree.

But this is not a problem. Boluogo guessed that the Bureau of Order would solve this trouble for him. He began to look forward to the day when he could intuitively observe his own emptiness.

"A new life."

Boluogo sighed. After successfully passing the assessment, he felt a sense of relief. A big stone fell in his heart. He could finally continue to imagine the future instead of spending time in the dark prison.

"soul……"

Looking at the ceiling, Boluogo's mind wandered.

Jeffrey is very much like a teacher. During his one-year internship, he taught Boluogo a lot of things. In his words, these are the most basic "professional qualities." It seems that from then on, He then decided that he could join the Bureau of Order.

Everything in the world has a soul, whether it is steel rocks, cats, dogs, or humans, they all have souls, but due to differences in wisdom and will, souls have certain differentiation.

For the devil, the soul is the equivalent of "value", the only medicine that can relieve the devil's "hunger", and the most precious alchemy material for alchemists.

The souls of "dead objects" such as steel and rocks are willless, "cold iron souls". Their souls will not "disappear" autonomously and can be easily plundered, bound, and exploited. This is It is clearly reflected in alchemy.

The souls of living animals and plants have a certain amount of wisdom and will, and are "silver souls." Therefore, after they die, their souls will slowly "disappear", but their wisdom and will are still too small to be able to Through the method of "condensation", it is completely bound.

The human soul is the most precious. It has sound wisdom and free will, and is a "golden soul." After the death of the body, the human soul cannot be bound. Even if the devil devours the soul, it will only stay there briefly. into the void, thereby alleviating the feeling of hunger.

Using "Condensation" to bind the "golden soul" and turn the nihilistic soul into an entity is only in vain. The embodied "golden soul" will slowly evaporate until it completely "disappears".

The human soul is the most precious and cannot be bound. Even if you use "Condensation" to forcibly "detain" the soul, it will only slow down its "disappearance" time.

Except for one way.

The devil's blood pact.

Make a deal with the devil, write your name on the contract, and give your soul. From that moment on, the human soul will be completely bound, belong to the devil completely, cannot "disappear", and become the devil forever. part of the property.

The shape of the devil is ever-changing, and no one knows how it will come to you. It may be a bird, a letter, or a phone call... People who have been deprived of all their "golden souls" in transactions , it will turn into a hungry demon.

Now Boluogo has also fought against many demons. Their "desires" were once satisfied by the devil, but they soon fell into another even crazier and deeper vortex.

What is even more puzzling is the devil's judgment of "value". For humans, all souls are extremely precious "golden souls", but in the eyes of the devil, the soul also seems to have "value" ” distinction.

The most obvious manifestation is Boluogo, a debtor, and the demons he killed.

Boluogo is of extraordinary value to the devils. He only received a "gift" with part of his soul. However, most devils gave up all their souls but degenerated into monsters.

No one knows the standards by which these demons judge "value", just as no one knows what purpose these mysterious existences have.

Let out a long sigh.

Therefore, part of Boluogo's soul now belongs to the devil forever.

Every time he thought of this, Boluogo had a headache, thinking about how to redeem his soul.

But...it doesn't seem like there's any need to redeem it.

In addition to the above, the soul also has another characteristic, which is debris.

The birth and death of the soul, or being plundered and devoured. During the transfer of carriers and changes in form, the soul will inevitably experience "loss", and these lost parts are called "debris".

The debris is the soul, but it is not the soul.

Jeffrey couldn't explain this part. There are currently no scholars who can effectively observe the existence of debris. Everything is just inference and theory.

Demons prey on other people's souls, and the robbed souls will have a "lost" part, but this part will not disappear or be transferred, but will remain in the demon's body, accumulate, and be completely released after his death.

The debris is not like the "golden soul" that cannot be bound and is destined to "disappear". It can be absorbed and swallowed by Boluogo, and can significantly suppress the restlessness of the void and prevent the outbreak of mania.

This formed a slightly interesting food chain, with demons devouring human souls, and Bologo killing demons and plundering crumbs from their remains.

From this point of view, Boluogo is more like a devil.

"Demons hunting demons."

Boluogo said to himself that he liked this statement. In his future work, he would have many opportunities to collect scraps and complete his soul.

"I want to look at the sun and watch it be erased~"

Walking out of the bedroom, Boluogo hummed a tune. He had not been so happy for a long time.

Brush your teeth and wash your face, and you will see yourself in the mirror, with an unhealthy pale skin on your familiar face.

The prison was a dark place. Because he had not been exposed to the sun for so long, Bologg was in a state like a cold corpse when he was released from prison. He planned to lie in the sun for a while to make himself look healthier, but Opos was What a hell, there's no daylight at all.

Looking up, there are only thick, oppressive, lead-gray clouds. Sometimes these heavy cumulus clouds even spread to the ground, and the whole city is shrouded in toxic haze. For this reason, gas masks and other such items are often used in Europe. Posi is very popular, and everyone has one piece.

Borlog once relied on his immortality to go out without a gas mask during the "grey tide smog" and walked alone into the smog that engulfed the city.

It was such a terrible memory, it felt like swallowing broken glass, it would not kill you, but the pain followed you like a shadow, repeatedly strangling your respiratory tract and even your lungs.

Since then, Boluogo has prepared some gas masks at home and bought a drawer of filter cans. These things are considered necessities in Opos.

Oath City Opos, this is a terrible city, but countless strangers still come here.

After cleaning himself up, Boluogo came to the corridor. The place still looked familiar, with dust everywhere, yellowing walls covered with advertisements, and garbage piled up in the corners.

Bursts of noise came from all directions, including the sound of the TV next door, the couple's quarrels, and unbridled laughter.

Nothing different, just like always.

It's just that Boluogo's mentality has changed a little. He is a free man, just like a slave in prison, smashing his shackles, which feels great.

When he walked out of the door, the building was as usual. There were no traces of fighting and no remains of demons. Boluogo checked carefully and there was not even any broken meat.

It was as if the madness that night was just an empty dream.

But Bologg was certain it was true.

How do these people do it?

So many demons were quietly thrown in, and all traces were perfectly covered.

When I asked my neighbors, they acted as if they knew nothing, as if the entire building had fallen into a deep sleep with the cement wall sealed that night.

This world is far more complicated than he expected. Fortunately, Boluogo is now standing in front of the door of the new world, just waiting to push it open.

"Bologo!"

The sudden shout woke Boluogo out of his thoughts. Jeffrey stood at the end of the corridor and walked quickly. After three days, Jeffrey finally took the initiative to contact him.

"Are you here to take me through the onboarding procedures?"

Boluogo asked directly, with a faint excitement hidden in his heart. He couldn't wait any longer.

"That's about it. By the way, I'll let you know some of the basic composition of our Order Bureau."

As he spoke, Jeffrey took out a bunch of key chains from his waist, rummaged through them carefully, and found a rusty brass key, with some words engraved on it. But it was too small, and Bologna couldn't see what was written.

"Walk."

He signaled to Borogo and stood in front of Borogo's house.

"The place you live is too far away. It will take at least two hours to get to the headquarters from here. Time is tight, and my application has been approved. I can just take you to see the world."

Jeffrey said to Boluogo mysteriously.

Boluogo didn't know what the connection between Jeffrey's two sentences was, but he felt relieved when he thought about the weird feeling during the assessment.

The "Bureau of Order" is far more mysterious and complex than I thought. These guys not only deal with demons, but also hunt demons, and possess many extraordinary powers that Bologg still doesn't know about.

"What are you doing?"

Jeffrey closed the door, then picked up the rusty brass key and tried to use it to open the iron door.

"Your key doesn't work for my door..."

Boluogo stopped just as he spoke, his eyes fixed on the key.

A fine texture exuding a blue arc of light appeared on the key. It was inserted perfectly into the lock cylinder, and after being inserted into it, the blue arc of light spread to the lock cylinder and the entire door in the blink of an eye. The surface of the metal quickly passed by and then disappeared.

Boluogo felt that something was flowing, something invisible and intangible, but something that did exist. It was surging and pouring into the key.

Jeffrey exerted a slight force on his wrist, the key was twisted, and the crisp sound of mechanical spring sounded in the lock cylinder.

The door opened.