Endless Debt

Chapter 1236 - 55: Ruins District 2

"The evacuation back then was hastily executed, and there were many things we didn’t have time to take with us.""Do you want me to bring those things back on my way?" Bologue asked.

"Sort of. After all, it’s been so long, nobody knows if they’ve been damaged. Just consider it something you do in passing; I won’t press the matter."

Mamo said and handed a list to Bologue, describing the targets and their possible locations.

Bologue glanced at it briefly before tucking the list into his coat.

As they moved forward, Mamo snapped his fingers, and the surrounding buildings began to disintegrate, revealing murky blackness.

As the former head of the Sublimation Furnace Core and a Seeker of Glory, Mamo had the ability to move freely within the Cultivation Room. The darkness enveloped them, transferring space, so when a faint light appeared before Bologue again, he had already left the Cultivation Room and arrived at another dim and mysterious place.

Bologue looked around and recognized it.

The surroundings were filled with an icy silence that seemed almost tangible, pressing down on Bologue, causing an inexplicable feeling of oppression throughout his body.

Mamo coughed lightly, like a pickaxe shattering the silence, and Bologue freed himself from its embrace.

Bologue took a deep breath. He realized for the first time how loud his own breathing sounded, like a gale rushing through his throat.

Looking around again, in the dim light, countless doors floated, their weak outlines barely illuminated. They seemed endless, forming a complex maze with no apparent end.

Each door existed independently, displaying astonishing styles and materials. Some were made of ancient oak, intricately carved with patterns, each line showing signs of age. Others were enveloped in luxurious metal, shimmering with the luster of silver and gold, emanating a mysterious power.

Some doors were constructed from stone, rough and stern, while others were made from curtains, with tassels swaying, exuding a soft and romantic feel.

Bologue looked towards the end; these doors piled up like mountains, extending to the horizon, with no start or finish, only endless doors standing before him.

They stood silently, each leading to an unknown realm.

Transfer Station.

When Bologue first arrived at the Order Bureau, he passed through here, and it was also the buffer zone established by the Order Bureau outside the Cultivation Room to prevent another Xilin invasion event.

Bologue found it reasonable; the chaos of the Ruins District would spread to the outer regions, and the existence of the Transfer Station separated it from the secure Cultivation Room.

Mamo gestured to Bologue, and they moved quickly in the dark. Bologue saw the pitch-black wall looming close, with a heavy door beneath it adorned with engravings of chains and swords.

The door Bologue intended to go through was not this one but another that lay under the wall, on the other side of the darkness.

As they drew closer, the door hidden in the dark gradually grew clearer.

A door forged of iron stood in the darkness.

The surface of the iron door was covered with various warning signs in different languages and symbols. Some displayed red danger signs, warning of potential hazards or forbidden entry. Others used yellow symbols to express caution, reminding people to act carefully.

These signs of different sizes and shapes covered almost the entire door, portraying various warnings from electric shock hazard, radiation warning, to gas leaks and high-pressure areas. Some of the languages and symbols were unfamiliar and mysterious, as if from another world.

The seams of the iron door were welded, forming a silver scar that outlined the door’s frame, making it seem even more indestructible.

Bologue didn’t dare approach the door rashly; within the dim space, the dignity and warnings emitted by this iron door became the focus of the entire scene, demonstrating an unsurpassable power and mystery, prompting Bologue to wonder infinitely about the secrets hidden within.

"Forbidden Gate."

Mamo’s voice sounded from beside him. He continued, "We usually use this term to refer to this door."

"Is it the Ruins District behind this door?" Bologue asked.

Mamo nodded and then looked at the door before him, with the glow of Ether burning in his eyes.

As Mamo’s Ether came into contact with it, the symbols on the surface of the iron door began to exhibit an eerie distortion, forming a scene of chaotic madness.

The red patterns flickered in the darkness, like ripples of blood flowing on the iron door.

The images depicted by the signs changed unpredictably, turning from twisted human figures to bizarre creatures, all instilling a profound sense of terror. Some signs grew distorted and stretched as if undergoing feverish transformation, projecting an incomprehensible absurdity and madness.

The silver welding scar on the iron door also began to be heated, turning red, and the next moment, melted completely, and the molten iron dripped, revealing a tiny gap between the door seams. Simultaneously, an unshakable door now presented an exploitable breach.

A deep voice echoed through the dim space. Bologue heard someone speak.

"Permission confirmed."

"Passage allowed."

Amidst the rumbling echoes, the heavy door creaked open, releasing what felt like genuine evil. Chaotic darkness surged from behind, enveloping everything like a layer of oppressive and nauseating shadows, spreading through the air.

From the gap of the opened door, dim light emerged, outlining vague and distorted images, the flickering light resembling the cheers and frantic shrieks of a madman, conveying a shocking intensity.

Chaotic sounds emerged from the darkness, like tearing garments, hoarse shouting, and the clashing of smashed items.

The chaotic clamor made Bologue feel dizzy, uneasy, and within the suppressed breath, it seemed a group of frenzied creatures lurked in the darkness, demons swaying their twisted bodies, their terrifying and insane faces flickering, as if mocking human normalcy and sanity.

"Are you sure it’s a ruin inside?" Bologue questioned, "And not some demon-slaying battleground?"

"As I said, many contained entities escaped, and the entire space is evolving towards chaos... who knows what happened inside?"

Mamo appeared indifferent, as it wouldn’t be him exploring anyway.

"This shouldn’t be a problem for you," Mamo praised, "Whether it’s walls or monsters, you always manage to tear them apart."

Bologue sighed; no wonder this operation seemed so fitting for him.

The chaotic symphony in the darkness, filled with disorder and madness, was tumultuous and unsettling, with fear and anxiety intertwined, spreading in the darkness. This frenzied darkness filled people with tension and terror, seemingly ready to drag anyone into the endless abyss of madness at any moment.

Those with an unstable mind would likely collapse at the moment they faced the darkness, but only someone as obstinate as Bologue would not only remain unaffected but instead become furious, wielding a sword to slay the chaos.

"Come on."

Mamo smiled, stepping into the darkness first, his figure vanishing, with Bologue following closely behind.

As if satisfied, the Forbidden Gate creaked shut, sealing, leaving the Transfer Station in silent stillness once more. Amid this absolute silence, a thin and ghostly figure wandered between the doors, a string of keys hanging from his waist, the metals colliding silently.