
                                                                                        <div> Chapter 949: Chapter 52: Beautiful World
<p> "Ah!"
</p><p> A sharp scream shattered the morning silence. Palmer, as if waking from a nightmare, was surrounded by the lingering scent of last night’s alcohol, clutching the blanket to his chest and curling up in the corner of the bed.
</p><p> The yet-to-be-metabolized alcohol filled his veins, and the hangover-induced headache blurred Palmer’s vision. He could hear his heart pounding violently, breathing heavily as if he lacked oxygen.
</p><p> Palmer was grateful he was a Prayer Believer. As someone on the Path of Transcendence with an affinity for Ether, he was more robust than the average person, significantly reducing the chances of dying from fright.
</p><p> "You... you..."
</p><p> Palmer swallowed, pointing at the figure standing in the doorway. The inexplicable scene was too overwhelming, leaving him speechless for a moment.
</p><p> "Me? What about me?"
</p><p> Bologue pointed at himself, glancing at the time, then at the shocked Palmer. He said, "Get dressed, Geoffrey is calling us. He doesn’t want us to be late."
</p><p> "It’s something very important," Bologue speculated to himself. "It should be related to the upcoming negotiation. The King’s Secret Sword has not left during this period."
</p><p> Palmer didn’t hear a word Bologue said, his whole being tense to death.
</p><p> To know, Bologue was someone who respected Palmer’s privacy greatly, even though Palmer often left his personal belongings scattered in the living room, Bologue usually pretended not to see.
</p><p> As for Palmer’s room, Bologue had never barged in without permission. He would always politely knock and patiently wait for Palmer, but this time, Bologue broke in directly. The most alarming thing was, Bologue’s face looked terrible at this moment.
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                                </div><p> Like someone who had gone through a great battle, or days of relentless fatigue, Bologue’s expression seemed somewhat desolate and weary. His spirit and energy were significantly weakened, yet his eyes remained sharp, showing he hadn’t collapsed yet.
</p><p> For an ordinary person, this demeanor wouldn’t have agitated Palmer so much. The main reason was when Bologue was silent and stared at you quietly, his unfocused gaze was chilling to the bone.
</p><p> Palmer, groggy and still drunk, suddenly saw such a desolate monster killer standing by his bed. In an instant, various dreadful outcomes flooded Palmer’s cerebral cortex.
</p><p> "Wait a minute, when did you come back?"
</p><p> Palmer pressed down his excited heartbeat, speaking incoherently.
</p><p> Bologue’s promotion ceremony ended in a rush. A few people stayed at the Undying Club until late, leaving without hearing from Bologue.
</p><p> Palmer thought Bologue would go missing for a while, but apparently, Bologue returned that very night.
</p><p> "A few hours ago?" Bologue thought for a moment, "I just got back not long ago and then received the news."
</p><p> "You mean... you became a Negative Power User?"
</p><p> "Mm-hmm."
</p><p> A brief flash of Ethereal Radiance burst from Bologue, the etheric reaction belonging to the Negative Power Tier, grazing past Palmer’s face at close range.
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                                </div><p> Palmer, a bit dazed, murmured, "Just like that you’ve been promoted?"
</p><p> "Yeah, what did you think it would be like?"
</p><p> Palmer gradually sobered up from his hangover, saying with a complex expression, "You must understand, many people spend their whole lives unable to ascend to a Negative Power User."
</p><p> "Limited by the capacity and talent of the soul?" Bologue said haughtily, "I don’t feel a thing. I’m not like them."
</p><p> "I am the Savior, the Savior I recognize myself to be."
</p><p> Bologue affirmed himself inwardly, clutching tightly the great banner rising in the wind.
</p><p> Seeing Bologue’s calm demeanor, Palmer couldn’t help but sigh. Bologue indeed was steady. Even such a thing as ascending to a Negative Power User didn’t spark any joy in him? And his promotion was so uneventful, like Bologue just went out thrifting for second-hand goods.
</p><p> Palmer wasn’t aware of the Ethereal Realm exploration operation, nor did he understand Bologue’s later conversation with the Astronaut, and Mamo’s mention of knowing King Solomon’s true name...
𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚</p><p> Within a few hours, Bologue experienced one critically important event after another, unraveling the fragmented mysteries of past years. In Bologue’s view, any one of them was more important than ascending to Negative Power User.
</p><p> By comparison, Bologue naturally felt no excitement about his promotion. With a barrage of shocks, his nerves had become temporarily numb.
</p><p> "How long are you going to lie there?"
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                                </div><p> Bologue’s voice, unexpectedly cold and weary, passed into Palmer’s ears, sending a shiver down his spine.
</p><p> "Ah... this... this..."
</p><p> Palmer hesitated, Bologue squinted, stepping forward, ready to pull off Palmer’s blanket to drag him out of bed when Palmer screamed again.
</p><p> "Stop it! Stop it!"
</p><p> "Work time!"
</p><p> Bologue grabbed the blanket as Palmer clung to it, screaming, while a pink pillow emerged from beneath the covers.
</p><p> Silence reigned between the two for a few seconds.
</p><p> "This... this was a gift from Vasilina," Palmer said sheepishly, "said it was to keep me company or something..."
</p><p> Bologue could somewhat understand this couple dynamic of giving things to serve as some sort of emotional support.
</p><p> But this did not stop Bologue from dragging Palmer up to work.
</p><p> "Wait up!"
</p><p> "Wait for what! Haven’t slept enough?!"</p></div>
                

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Chapter 949 - 52: Beautiful World

Chapter 949: Chapter 52: Beautiful World "Ah!" A sharp scream shattered the morning silence. Palmer, as if waking from a nightmare, was surrounded by the lingering scent of last night’s alcohol, clutching the blanket to his chest and curling up in the corner of the bed. The yet-to-be-metabolized alcohol filled his veins, and the hangover-induced headache blurred Palmer’s vision. He could hear his heart pounding violently, breathing heavily as if he lacked oxygen. Palmer was grateful he was a...

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Chapter 949 - 52: Beautiful World

Endless Debt - Chapter 949 - 52: Beautiful World