Endless Debt-Chapter 751 - 225: Lost Consciousness_2

Thinking of this, Bologue looked at Hart and Palmer. Hart could still control himself, but Palmer already appeared to be having a lot of fun.

What could be better than getting to play a character in the story yourself?

Palmer was completely immersed in the story and had become part of it. If not for the dice, which made him feel a bit out of character, Palmer would truly believe he was in the story of "Night Hunter".

Bologue curiously asked Ewen, "How do you feel now?"

"What do you mean?"

"All we’ve been through, this is happening in the story you wrote, and now it’s breaking into reality."

Bologue organized his thoughts and concluded, "What you imagined is now becoming reality."

"Becoming reality..."

Ewen glanced at the corpses and bones scattered all around, as well as the injured people. Ewen shook his head and said, "If I had known, I would have written the story more gently."

With that, Ewen laughed to himself, and Bologue was amused by him, not expecting Ewen to have such thoughts.

Blood filled the vessel; it was time for the next round of dice rolls. Everyone returned to their seats and rolled the dice in turn.

The dice rolling started with Bologue and ended with Ewen. As the others rolled the dice, Ewen kept his eyes fixed on the great boardgame; the Dawn had only traveled halfway across the wilderness, and a long journey still awaited them. It was far from over.

"I know."

The girl’s voice suddenly broke the silence, and turning around, Cinderella moved her chair closer to Ewen. Her voice was so soft that it seemed only Ewen could hear her.

Cinderella examined Ewen’s face, "I know you’re lying. You’re not in it for immortality."

She had guessed it.

Ewen calmly replied, "I shouldn’t have told you so much."

Cinderella had guessed his secret; Ewen wasn’t surprised. She was a clever and vigilant girl, very smart. If she hadn’t guessed it, Ewen would have found it odd.

"Well, at the time, you thought you were going to die and feared the story would be forgotten, so you told me," Cinderella smiled. She always seemed to have that smile, "But we survived."

"Rest assured, I won’t tell them."

Cinderella assured Ewen, "After all, this story, this wish, is a bit too strange."

Ewen said nothing as the dice were passed to Cinderella. She threw the dice, followed by Ewen, adding up the values as the Dawn continued to move forward on the board, while Bai Ou picked up the deck, drawing the event cards for this round one by one.

Bologue drew the Event Card·Calm Time, encountering no unexpected events, subsequently Palmer and Hart both drew equipment cards, cycling their equipment for a new round.

Palmer was a bit disappointed with the updated equipment; he thought he would draw the protagonist’s equipment from "Night Hunter." As a seasoned player, Palmer was well aware of the terrifying values of the protagonists’ equipment.

The anomaly came from Aimou; she drew an event card she had never seen before. Bai Ou took the card and began narrating the upcoming event.

"Event Card·Crossroads."

Bai Ou declared, "The Dawn encountered a person seeking help during its journey."

As the host retold the narrative, the events described were simultaneously brought to life, with calls for help emanating from the event card.

"If you slow down and rescue, you will welcome an unexpected guest, but at the same time, the pursuing demons will catch up with you. If you ignore the plea, nothing will happen."

"An unexpected guest..."

Bologue hesitated for a moment, for now, they were the Hunters in the story, not the Condensers who wield Extraordinary Power. Any mistake in their choices could doom the entire team.

"It’s up to you to decide."

The others gave Bologue affirming looks; everyone saw Bologue as the backbone, including the newcomer, Canary.

Bologue took a deep breath; every decision carried a heavy sense of mission.

"We choose the unexpected guest."

As soon as he spoke, the high-speed Dawn began to decelerate, and the surroundings shook violently. Palmer opened the car door, and gales rushed in. He fired a flare, illuminating half the dark land. Shadows stretched and twisted grotesquely as countless demons came charging after them.

The demons that had previously been left far behind by the Dawn now rapidly closed the distance due to the reduced speed. Several demons already clambered onto the rear of the vehicle, their sharp claws piercing the steel as they crawled forward against the wind.

At this moment, Bai Ou returned the Event Card·Crossroads. The picture on the card depicted a crossroads. Now, with Bologue’s choice, the scene animated, and another road entrance expanded, revealing a familiar face from behind the layers of darkness.

His eyes were shut tightly, but in the next second, he suddenly opened them, with a vast pain acting upon him. Even though he tried hard to suppress it, repressed hisses of anguish escaped his mouth.

Bologue picked up the card, gazing at the vivid and familiar face depicted on it, as though someone had sealed him into the two-dimensional paper, allowing him to communicate with the outside world only through the narrow picture.

He saw Bologue, and Bologue saw him; the two locked eyes, and then Bologue read out his name.