Endless Debt-Chapter 762 - 234: The Collections_2

"The master originally didn’t like it. It has completely fallen, losing all emotion, leaving only empty numbness, a mindless beast that follows only instinct, the burnt-out firewood."

The servant’s voice sounded from behind, as if nothing had happened. She appeared again before the people, exactly the same as the servant who had just died, with no difference whatsoever.

"Later, the master discovered that it was very suitable for dealing with some trash, like this."

The servant clapped her hands, and the sound of something crashing back and forth came from the darkness above. Then, a man covered in blood fell down, slamming hard onto the ground, his body twisted, uncertain how many bones were broken.

He saw the servant and forced his body to move, crawling forward, begging for mercy.

"Give me one more chance! I can definitely win back!"

The servant didn’t reply, just smiled at him, then her sharp nails pierced the man’s calf, and the Limbless laughed as he dragged the man to his side, and the bone cage opened up, stuffing the man inside.

The appalling wails echoed, as the Limbless savored the man’s pain, laughing loudly.

Bologue turned away not wanting to watch. If emotions were a form of energy, then here was a reprocessing factory extracting the last remnants of value from these defeated people.

The servant curiously studied Ewen, puzzled, "It seems to have no effect on you."

Ewen shook his head, "I don’t like false things; they can’t fool me."

"Why stubbornly pursue the truth?"

The servant couldn’t understand, "When you actually find ’truth,’ if it’s different from what you imagined, what then?"

"Just like it."

The clear chewing sounds and the man’s wails became the backdrop to the conversation. Bologue also looked towards Ewen, growing more curious about him.

He had read Ewen’s book and learned various rumors about Ewen from Palmer, but now it seemed his understanding of Ewen was only superficial.

Cinderella dared not look at what was happening in the darkness, but she noticed what Ewen said.

Truth.

She remembered discussing this with Ewen, who, usually gentle, became very serious. Cinderella still remembered Ewen’s words from back then.

"Truth is very important."

Ewen emphasized to the servant, but he didn’t intend to explain why truth was important.

"How strange, when what you want is within reach."

The servant shook her head, leaned close to Ewen, the fragrant scent near, and for a moment, the servant’s eyes flared up, and Ewen saw that brilliant color again.

"I like stubborn people, and I like their wails when they fall into despair even more."

The voice overlapped in his ears, turning into waves drowning consciousness. When Ewen came to, the light in the servant’s eyes had vanished, and she had moved ahead to the front of the group, continuing like a guide to introduce others to the Joyous Desire Witch’s collection.

"Sometimes, the master doesn’t completely consume certain emotions," the servant strolled in the endless darkness, "Some guests having precious qualities, sincere and passionate emotions, the master will actively collect."

A beam of light fell, illuminating a statue-like figure in darkness, a mother holding her child compassionately, yet the child in her arms had long since frozen to death in the cold wind.

Her expression was sorrowful, just witnessing this scene left observers with an indescribable sadness.

"You have suspended her here, turning her into a spectacle!"

From the sadness, Bologue realized what they had done, his voice carrying anger.

Another beam of light fell, illuminating a deformed child, her body curled on the ground, her spine branching out into another spine in the middle, her body spread like branches, growing another half, two heads nestled together.

"These sisters, trapped together by deformity since birth, each thinks the other ruined them."

The intense hatred radiated from the deformed child, smooth skin showing red scratch marks. They pulled each other’s hair, bit their cheeks, leaving tracks of blood-red kiss marks.

The Joyous Desire Witch perfectly suspended the moment of their hatred, like a captured image, eternally standing.

"They’re connected by blood, one entity, they should be closest family, yet they hate each other like enemies."

The burning hatred was perfectly preserved, becoming one of the collections.

The servant continued leading the few forward, more sounds of falling echoed from the darkness behind, blurred silhouettes hit the ground, unable to scream before being dragged deeper into darkness by the Limbless.

Gold, by comparison, wasn’t even a collection for the Joyous Desire Witch; he was merely a temporary toy. Once she grew tired of him, Gold’s fate probably mirrored the Limbless.

Bologue spoke, "Her taste is really poor."

The servant turned back confused, Bologue continued, "Look at what she’s collected? Twisted, deformed negative emotions, all pain and hatred."

"All this suffering transforms into eternal joy." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Bologue knew what the servant meant, the Joyous Desire Witch’s Protection·Chaotic Joy, and thinking of it this way, Bologue found the Joyful Garden somewhat black-humored.

Here is a Human Purgatory, extracting your most painful sides, converting them into endless delight.

Bologue remembered those enemies dead by his hand possessing Protection, painful yet joyous, reason nearly collapsing under the clash of contradictions.

Ewen spoke, "False joy, self-deception."

The servant laughed, having seen many like Ewen, as oblivious as the Limbless.

"Everyone thinks they’re the special one, can win the game, overcome everything."

The servant’s voice softened, like recounting a fable, "But they all lost...no one is special."

Ewen said, "We’ll see."

The servant smiled in response, "We’ll see."

Pushing open another door, they returned to the beginning area, six room doors aligned on corridor sides, the end door left open, clearly showing it leads outside to the train station where the Dawn rested on tracks, orange-red light glinting on carriages, making the train seem ablaze.

Bologue was too lazy to consider the twisted and intertwined spatial structure within the Joyful Garden. By comparison, the Cultivation Room’s spatial order seemed more regular.

"You can leave at any time, or stay hidden here, no one will force you to make a choice."

The servant didn’t set foot in this area, remaining in the darkness, bowing to the group, then pulling the door shut.

The moment the door closed, the invisible pressure on their hearts finally dissipated. Palmer took a deep breath, blinked, rubbed his cheeks to confirm his reality. The bizarre deformity show affected him greatly.

Thinking about it, Palmer’s admiration for Ewen increased a few degrees. Truly his idol, so impressive.

"Let’s go, time to rest."

Bologue tried to forget what he had seen, make himself relax quickly to face the upcoming battle. As he was about to help Palmer back to the room, he noticed Palmer didn’t move at all, his other leg not even tilted.

Palmer stared at Ewen, his gaze unnerved Ewen, who pondered for a moment before understanding Palmer’s meaning, feeling it was time to let others learn more about him too. This would aid upcoming actions, success or failure.

"Want to visit my home?"

Ewen opened the room door, the serene and mysterious library was within reach.