Endless Debt-Chapter 765 - 236 Burning Sea of Flowers

The library had enough space to accommodate others; everyone nestled in their comfortable spots, flipping through the draft of Ewen’s new book. Beyond the gentle breathing, there was only the rustling of pages, a rare tranquility soothing the soul, even the impact of the madly twisting grotesque show gradually fading away.

While the others read Ewen’s draft, Ewen brought over a chair, leisurely looking out at the sea of flowers outside the window in this peculiar space; time seemed suspended. It should have been several hours since entering the library, yet the outside sky showed no change.

Ewen began to wonder how this was achieved, imagining perhaps a stage-like curtain had covered everything beyond imagination.

The orange-red light illuminated everything it touched, and Ewen was particularly fond of this brilliant fiery red scene. For this reason, he picked up a pen to describe it in his notes.

Ewen had been writing all the way from entering the Joyful Garden to the attack of the Fear-Devouring Demon; he never stopped writing. As he himself said, every character narrated would render his new book perfect.

Bologue set down the draft. There were many pages, but Bologue only finished reading a portion, from Ewen’s departure from home to his boarding of the train that changed his destiny.

From Ewen’s behavior, the content written in the draft seemed to be real events. Of course, this could be part of Ewen’s deception, but Bologue didn’t dwell too much on this.

If this truly was a deception, Bologue would admire Ewen for pre-writing the draft to deceive others, spending long periods maintaining this false facade, completely transforming himself into another person. Just thinking of such psychological conflict gave Bologue a sense of mental fragmentation.

This reminded Bologue of an enemy he encountered long ago...

Without speculating on the authenticity of the draft, based on its written content, Bologue understood the reason behind Ewen’s actions, which surprised him.

"This isn’t your first time boarding the Joyful Garden, is it?"

Bologue stood beside Ewen, joining him in gazing at the burning sea of daisies.

Opening a page from the draft, Bologue revealed large sections of text, "Thirty-three years ago, the train coming from the wilderness..."

In the draft, Ewen hadn’t extensively written about events on the train, only roughly describing his experiences there. Yet within this concise content, Bologue detected some clues.

Ewen had purposely omitted the stories from the train, and it was on this train that he met the woman who permeates his work.

"What a beautiful color."

Ewen ignored Bologue’s words, taking out a bottle of wine from somewhere, biting open the cork, and drinking casually.

Beneath the pure orange-red light, the flower sea contained shades of pale yellow and gleaming green, vibrant colors softly blended together, like vast solidified jewels, reflecting the setting sun’s afterglow—a beauty reminiscent of a masterfully painted oil painting.

Ewen said, "I most enjoy dazing here in the afternoon sunset; I can usually sit for a long time, until dusk."

"Thirty-three years ago, you suffered setbacks and were abandoned by fate; in this desperate situation, you boarded the Joyful Garden and somehow managed to leave it alive."

Bologue narrated coldly, "Since then, you’ve pursued the Extraordinary World... what you truly chased was the Joyful Garden, the immortality hidden inside it. Your claims to Nolen about writing inspiration were all lies."

"Not lies; this inspiration truly helped me write good stories," Ewen shifted his gaze, "I just didn’t tell the whole truth."

Ewen continued, "Sometimes I omit trivial matters."

"Listen, Ewen, you don’t understand, Devil..."

"Bologue."

Ewen’s voice turned severe as he interrupted Bologue; when he continued speaking, his stern expression suddenly became tender.

"I know what you want to say, and I know what I must face... don’t try to dissuade me. I’ve plotted for thirty-three years for this journey; do you think your few words can stop me?"

"Is immortality really that important to you?"

Feeling a wave of helplessness, Bologue couldn’t understand why everyone persistently pursued immortality—the rebellious Elders, Serey who spent years in the Undying Club, the grotesque and mad Bai Ou.

They were all immortality seekers; some achieved their desires while others failed, but regardless of success or failure, the results seemed tragic.

"Sometimes, I don’t even know what I truly want." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Ewen’s eyes were filled with confusion as he shook his head, "I’m different from you; I’m not an Undead. I don’t know how the world appears in your eyes.

From my perspective, it’s like I’m a clay man, formed from accumulations of mud, with time like a stream gently eroding my body bit by bit."

Ewen paused, smiling slightly, "When I look back, only a small part remains within the stream, while the rest has been washed away."

"What do I truly want... who knows? That was thirty-three years ago. Looking back now, it feels like observing someone else’s life."