Endless Debt

Chapter 1300 - 92: The Deceiver

Bologue hasn’t felt like this in a long time, his joints seemed to be sealed shut with iron pins, his muscles as stiff as if frozen, unable to muster even a single ounce of strength. He stood in place for a long time, and only the heavy sound of his breathing slowly broke the dead silence.Looking around, the mountains overhead were cracked, the shadows divided into distinct boundaries, and the gray-white earth was littered with similarly gray-white sculptures, piled up like corpses.

"What... what is all this?"

Bologue asked in a low voice, but no one in the void responded.

He knew that these gray-white corpses were not born out of thin air, nor were they the product of a bored astronaut’s prank. Within this false domain, they must have a significance of existence, one that was closely related to Bologue himself.

What was the connection between them and himself, really?

Bologue couldn’t fathom it, couldn’t recall it at all.

With his rigid body moving with difficulty, Bologue slowly began to walk, first stumbling, then breaking into a panic run, as he fell next to one toppled gray-white corpse, meticulously examining its composition.

He crushed down with his fist, and the knuckles were grazed, revealing a fleeting glow of Ether. Under Bologue’s fist, the gray-white corpse crumbled like stone, the cross-sections covered in fine dust like limestone.

Bologue stared at the fragmented visage, and as a breeze passed by, the dust spilled was carried away, evenly carpeting the gray-white earth. With the sound of cracking, the corpse beneath Bologue broke, weathered away, and vanished without a trace.

With trembling eyes, Bologue looked at his dust-covered hands, and then back at the vast gray wasteland, the countless weathered and corroded remnants. A twisted, maniacal thought rooted itself in Bologue’s mind.

"What have you done to me, Leviathan."

Bologue murmured to himself.

His thoughts, dense as an overloaded machine, in the blink of an eye threw out one speculation after another, only to be overturned one after another.

Bologue was almost about to forget why he had come to Between Nothingness, his consciousness left only with the mass grave at the bottom of the Ring Mountain.

Between Nothingness, countless Ring Mountains, gray-white earth... all of it seemed connected to Bologue, and at that moment, the iron laws once revered by Bologue were shaken once more, as he asked himself deep down.

"What am I exactly?"

Bologue couldn’t understand, he kept questioning, "What precisely is my Undying Body?"

Blessing·Time Reversing Axis.

This is the assessment report from the Order Bureau, but the report was confined to Bologue’s state in the Material Realm. Though Between Nothingness also falls under the Material Realm, it is the domain of the Devil, an integral piece of Bologue’s resurrection. Clearly, Bologue understood only part of the mystery of his Undying Body, the other part lay hidden here.

Suppressing his anxious inner self, Bologue walked towards the depths of the shadows. The further he advanced, the more corpses he could see, most of them severely damaged, weathered down to just vague and rough outlines.

No knowing how long it took, Bologue slowly cut across the bottom of the Ring Mountain, reaching the slope on the other side. He felt considerably more stable, yet when he recalled what he had just witnessed, Bologue still felt a pang of inexplicable unease.

It seemed within the blind spot of his memory, he had died thousands of times within Between Nothingness, leaving behind heaps of gray-white corpses.

Bologue suddenly realized, "Yes, I’ve died here many times before... Every resurrection, this place is my inevitable path."

"It’s just... just that I don’t remember."

Bologue held his head in his hands, his consciousness already detached from his body, unable to use Secret Energy, but the Protection might be activated, as the Devil’s power always holds a certain priority. Bologue decisively activated Protection·Soul Sucking and Essence Stealing.

However, there was no target around for Bologue to plunder.

Bologue didn’t need to seize any power, he needed only the power of the Devil, more precisely, the Curse from that power.

"Remember quickly, remember quickly."

Bologue seemed possessed, murmuring repeatedly, constantly seeking the power of Protection, even though it had nowhere to release.

The murmuring suddenly halted, as if someone pinched Bologue’s throat, and then his body seemed to be torn by an invisible force, convulsing nonstop.

Bologue’s finger bones suddenly bent into grotesque shapes, yet upon closer inspection, it was merely an illusion. But then Bologue felt his body slowly deforming, limbs twisting into smoky tendrils, bristling with sharp spikes threatening everything around him like serpents.

"Ah... ah..."

Bologue was half-kneeling on the ground, his waist bent, hands plunged deep into the dust, trying to grasp something. His mouth agape, as if a massive worm was crawling within his throat.

His eyes began rolling back, yet the bizarre sound persisted.

Bologue forced himself to keep only that voice in his mind.

"Remember!"

The buzzing noise in his mind grew louder and louder, like someone pressing a drill against his skull, boring into the bone, tearing the flesh, until sudden silence fell.