Endless Debt

Palmer went out to work, and saw the deathly look on his face when he left. It seemed that Vonn had been training this guy a lot recently. Think about it, the war is approaching, and even the Glorious Ones cannot avoid it. Vonn should also train Palmer well. Alone, in preparation for those dark futures.

Boluogo tidied the room briefly, and then sat on the sofa with a blank look on his face.

There was still some time before his vacation ended, and as the crisis in the abandoned land was resolved, the fourth group was dispatched to other positions. The huge Order Bureau was not in a hurry to use a small role like Boluogo for the time being.

boring.

The holidays are a torturous time for a man of action like Bologo.

Boluogo is a person who can't take any time off. When he is free, he can't help but overthink, dig out one trouble after another, examine it repeatedly, and torture himself.

"Ah...what on earth is this?"

In a low murmur, Boluogo opened his own manual, the "Origin Manual" that recorded various information collected by Boluogo.

Now Bologo has opened two new chapters in this manual, one about the devil.

Judging from various observations during the battle, Boluogo guessed that the essence of the devil should be those wriggling tars. As for the form they appear in front of humans, they are just a carrier for negotiation.

This pitch-black tar reminded Boluogo of the shadows in the etheric realm, which should be the projection of the devil in the etheric realm, and there should be some connection between them.

It seems that as long as he understands these connections and finds out the nature of tar, Boluogo feels that he can lift off the devil's veil and see their true face.

Borogo is getting closer to the truth.

After turning over this chapter, a brand new content appeared in front of Boluogo.

"who I am?"

The first thing that catches the eye is this line of large characters.

For many years, Boluogo has been troubled by who he is. At first he thought he was a ghost who traveled from another world, but from Saqin's memory and King Solomon's words, Boluogo discovered something. The truth is not like this.

New World Project.

King Solomon tried to open up a new world to get rid of the shackles of the devil. To this end, he invested countless souls into nothingness. In the end, one ignorant newborn soul brought back the memory and coordinates of that world.

Mammon noticed something strange about King Solomon. He didn't know what King Solomon was studying, but he still launched a surprise attack and disrupted everything. In the crisis, King Solomon naturally stuffed the soul into the world created by Sa Qin. Among the soulless.

According to the analysis of the information in the soul echo, in order to avoid being pursued by Mammon, King Solomon sent the completed product away from Raymond Gaiton...

Boluogo guessed that in the days that followed, King Solomon continued his research until Mammon collected enough information and all the devils were aware of the danger of King Solomon.

The fall of the holy city.

This is extremely complicated information, but under Borgo's organization, everything becomes clear and simple.

Boluogo knew the reason for everything, but he still felt...somewhat unacceptable.

Unable to accept who I am.

It feels like you wake up and become a cat. You understand what is happening, but you still feel confused about your identity.

Boluogo left home and walked aimlessly on the streets, crossing busy streets and arriving at a secluded park.

Looking at the green fields around him, Boluogo suddenly realized that he had been in Oath City Opos for so many years and had only been to the park a handful of times.

Sitting on the bench by the lake, Boluogo continued to think.

Boluogo thought of his parents in Redwood Town, and then of Sachin and Susie, and he recalled the memories of his "past life".

A long time ago, Bologo realized that there was something wrong with his "previous life". He could recall fragments one by one, but he could never connect them into a complete life. He even said that Bologo even said that he " The name of "past life" is also unclear.

It was not a past life, nor was it time travel. It was just a memory that was implanted in his newborn soul that did not belong to him, so that he mistakenly believed that he had already spent his whole life.

From the beginning, Boluogo's life was twisted. After knowing the truth, he felt that he should be sad at this moment, for Sa Qin, Susie, his parents in Redwood Town, and the entire Redwood Town...

So sad that it's all gone.

But Boluogo's heart was only pale, and he couldn't bring up any emotion. Perhaps Boluogo had lived for too long, and those memories seemed to Boluogo himself like looking at another person's life. , he couldn't sympathize with it at all.

Immediately, a huge wave of sadness captured Boluogo.

Boluogo raised his head vigorously and looked at the blue sky. He felt sad for his indifference, sad for being so indifferent, and sad for being a cold-blooded person.

Sometimes Boluogo doesn't understand why his life has turned out like this.

"Can I sit here?"

An old and vicissitudes of voice sounded, and Boluogo turned his head. It was an old man with a stooped body and a cane.

Boluogo glanced at the benches along the lake. The other seats were empty, but Boluogo did not refuse, but nodded.

The old man sat down tremblingly. In the silence, he sometimes looked at the lake and sometimes at the sky. The old man thought he was hiding well, but Boluogo could notice that the old man always inadvertently put his gaze on It's like he's looking at himself.

"Can you do me a favor?" the old man asked.

"you say."

"Well... I made a bet with my friends, who of us can make friends with young people," the old man smiled, "I know, I don't understand what the young people are talking about at all, but you can pretend to talk to me. Do you look happy?"

Boluogo felt that the old man in front of him was inexplicably interesting, and he agreed, "Okay."

"This city is so beautiful, isn't it?"

The old man easily blended into the conversation and asked, "Have you lived here long?"

"That's right, I've been working here for a while."

Boluogo thought for a moment, is this his fifth year of work? Or sixth year? Time always flies by so fast that by the time you realize it, it has already escaped.

"That's really good," the old man sighed as he looked at the tall buildings. "I've been here before decades ago, when this place was still a scorched ruin."

Boluogo's eyes were a little surprised, and he just listened to the old man continue to speak.

"That war, the endless war. Looking back now, I don't even know why I fought the war. Anyway, when I came back to my senses, everything changed."

The old man rambled on, "My hometown is gone, my familiar friends are gone, and even I myself have become beyond recognition..."

"Were you involved in the Scorch Fury?" Borlog asked.

"Yes," the old man smiled brightly at Boluogo, "I didn't expect that there are very few veterans still alive these days."

Boluogo wanted to say that he was actually a member of the veterans, but the other party would not believe it, and it was not necessary. As for there being very few... This is true. With the blessing of time, the soldiers who joined the army back then Each of them is considered a centenarian, and they are basically in the grave.

"Time is great."

The old man praised, "It turns the city into scorched earth, and turns the scorched earth into a city. It dilutes all sadness and forgets the countless dead."

"It's just that some things cannot be erased by time."

Boluogo continued what the old man said, "You may forget it under the influence of time, but it will always remember you in the torrent of time, until the fateful moment arrives, like a gunshot, alerting you."

The old man fell silent, deep in thought, while Boluogo looked forward and suddenly said, "Your friends are all dead, and no one will bet on such boring things with you. What on earth are you doing with me?"

Seeing that his conspiracy was exposed, the old man was not embarrassed and just laughed hoarsely.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking a lot before I came up with such a way to open the topic," the old man said, "I don't mean any harm, I just know you very well."

"familiar?"

"Yes," the old man looked at Boluogo's profile, "you look very much like a comrade of mine when I was young."

Boluogo looked at the old man, and in his eyes, Boluogo could easily see the emotions that could not be hidden.

"he died?"

"Um."

"Is it related to you?"

"Probably...I feel very guilty about him."

The old man did not dare to look at Boluogo anymore and turned to look at the lake in front of him.

"I used to be a proud man, but later I discovered that I was a complete coward. I thought time would make me forget all this, but like you said, even if I forget it, it still remembers me."

The old man covered his face in pain, and Boluogo suddenly stretched out his hand, moved the old man's hand away, and looked at his bloodshot pupils.

This time Boluogo saw familiar marks on his cheeks that had been chopped by time.

Borogo recognized the old man, and then he laughed and murmured, "That's not a phantom."

"That was real, it was not a phantom..."

The old man didn't understand what was wrong with Boluogo, and only heard his laughter getting louder and louder.

Stopped abruptly.

Boluogo sat slumped on the bench, his thoughts still confused, but his eyesight became clear.

"When you look back on the past, do you feel as if it's a lifetime ago?" Bologg asked, "As if it was not your own story, but someone else's."

The old man hesitated for a moment and then affirmed, "Yes."

"Like it's not me."

The old man said, and suddenly asked, "But isn't that myself?"

"Yeah, that's all part of our lives."

Boluogo suddenly stood up and stretched out his hand towards the old man as if to shake his hand.

"Don't think about the past, let what has happened happen, don't sink in the memory, but..."

Scenes of what had happened flashed before Boluogo's eyes, and he whispered.

"Do better."

do better!

The old man raised his hand in confusion and was grabbed by Bologna, who shouted to him happily.

"I forgive you, Dennis!"

Dennis was stunned for a moment, tears filling his eyes.

…

In the empty bedroom, a slender crack bloomed out of thin air, and then it was completely torn open, forming a huge crack that ran through the courtyard. In the twisted space, a heavy stone slab smashed through the floor, shattering the glass coffee table. It stirred up swirling air currents and messed everything up into a mess.

Leviathan slowly walked out of the crack, and then the winding crack closed. He sat swaggeringly on Boluogo's sofa, raised his feet, and looked at the stone slab he had brought back from the ethereal realm.

Start drawing.

Leviathan lifted the golden mask on his helmet. The moment the dark particles came into contact with the outside world, a repulsive force from the material world suppressed him. He did not resist, but just looked at the faded scroll on the stone slab.

"Before everything started, a group of naive children met guests from the sky deep in the forest."

Leviathan suddenly started talking to himself.

"The guest said, I can fulfill one of your wishes, but this requires exchanging your most precious things.

The first child said he wanted supreme power.

The guest said that even if you have supreme power, you will still die.

The second child wants absolute violence so that he can defeat those who have bullied him, and even power can be gained from the sword.

The guest asked him, there are always some things that swords cannot get, such as life.

For this reason, the third child said that he wanted to obtain the power of usurpation, so that he could usurp power, violence, and life from others.

The guest asked him, when you take away everything, will you be satisfied?

The fourth child, the fifth, the sixth...

The children put forward one wish after another, but they were all refuted by the guests one by one. It seems that perfect wishes do not exist in this world.

So the guest said..."

Leviathan closed his eyes, as if he could hear what the guest said at that time, the cold, emotionless tone.

"Then give me the power to grant your wishes."

When Leviathan opened his eyes again, he was already standing on the broken coffee table, reaching out to touch the cold stone slab. He looked towards the end of the stone slab, the ending of the scroll.

“The children said, ‘O guest from heaven, take these things.

So the guest got what he wanted, but then the guest discovered that there was another child who didn't make a wish. He just stood there and cried non-stop.

The guest asked him why he was crying, and the child said that he felt sad for what his blood relatives had done and despaired of the dark fate that the world would bear.

The guest asked him, child, what is your wish? He thought for a long time, and seemed to have made up his mind to make his wish to the guest. "

Leviathan's fingertips caressed the faded, blurred figure, and the child's voice echoed in his ears.

"He made a wish and gained the power to end the sins of his own blood relatives."

Countless pictures were interspersed and recalled in Leviathan's mind, and thousands of thoughts collided and burned with each other.

Leviathan's figure began to squirm, turning into a dark school of fish and disappearing from the place, leaving only the echo of booming words.

he said.

"Then the eighth man dedicated himself and spread the fireworks against the devil into the world.

Scholars named the fireworks they picked up the Alchemical Matrix. "