Endless Debt-Chapter 769 - 238: The Storm Approaches

The sweet dream ended. Palmer grabbed Hart’s feet and dragged him along laboriously. Palmer felt like a psychopathic killer figuring out how to handle the victim’s body, but also like a cleaner, using Hart to scrub the floor.

Dragging Hart out of the grand library and through the corridor to the outside of the train station, the cool sea breeze on Palmer’s face slightly revived his spirit.

After Bologue warned him, Palmer belatedly realized the eeriness of this place. It made him feel incredibly comfortable, followed by an irresistible drowsiness. If Bologue hadn’t awakened him, he might have truly succumbed to such a dreamscape, never wanting to wake.

Palmer murmured to himself, "Never wanting to wake..."

Recalling everything in the dream, Palmer felt a chill of fear, because at one moment, he actually thought that never waking up might not be a bad thing, since what existed in the dream was precisely what he desired.

Maybe others were having the same dream as him—a false, yet beautiful dreamscape. Palmer thought few would refuse it all.

"So heavy."

Palmer piled Hart under a column, unsure if Hart was having a nightmare or simply enjoying a fleeting sweet dream. Not understanding, Palmer left Hart behind and immediately turned back to help Bologue bring the others out.

Upon re-entering the corridor, Bologue was there, carrying Canary over one shoulder and cradling Aimou in the other arm. Seeing Palmer, he set the two down, signaling for Palmer to take over and bring them out.

Once inside the building, one’s mind would be continuously affected, waves of drowsiness washing over the nerves. Bologue believed he could endure longer than Palmer and decided to be the one to bring out the remaining two.

But as Bologue stepped into the grand library again, a staggering figure had already stood up at some unknown time. He moved wearily, with a sleeping girl tucked under his arm.

Bologue doubted his eyes, "Ewen?" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Looks like you woke up first."

Ewen nodded at Bologue, looking a bit rough, as if he had experienced a nightmare, his whites filled with blood, his spirit weary.

Bologue began to explain, "This place..."

"I know," Ewen waved, motioning for Bologue to come and support him, "There’s something wrong here; others almost fell into the dream too, right?"

Bologue propped up Ewen’s shoulder. Ewen was somewhat weak, but with Bologue’s help, his pace quickened, as if fleeing, leaving the familiar grand library.

"Yes, the others haven’t woken up yet... I didn’t expect you to wake on your own."

Glancing at Ewen from the corner of his eye, Bologue was infinitely curious about him. To awaken Palmer, Bologue had even resorted to violent means.

"How did you manage it?"

"Realized it was a dream, and then told myself to wake up."

Ewen said, then began coughing violently, before smiling and replying, "Don’t worry, false things can’t fool me."

Bologue was stunned for a second, then sighed, "You really are stubborn."

"Can’t change my nature, I guess."

Ewen said this and asked, "Bologue, are you a stubborn person?"

"It depends on what I’m being stubborn about," Bologue replied as they walked out of the library, "I usually don’t bother with trivial matters."

Ewen replied, "That’s not bad. In my brief life, I’ve gradually come to realize one thing."

After breaking through some boundary with Ewen, Bologue found Ewen surprisingly talkative, like someone living on a deserted island for years, meeting another person for the first time, endlessly talking about trivial matters.

Bologue didn’t particularly dislike it; on the contrary, he found chatting with Ewen to be a pleasant experience, though the environment wasn’t quite right for it.

Just as Bologue was about to ask Ewen what he really wanted to say, a familiar voice suddenly sounded beside them. Instinctively, Bologue drew his Short Knife, guarding himself with caution.

"Are you all ready to leave?"

The waiter appeared ghostlike at the porch, as if blocking their path. With an enchanting smile that would beguile most people, he seemed treacherously sinister to them.

"I thought the comfortable environment here could keep you longer."

The waiter circled them, examining the two, "Are you sure you want to leave?"

Bologue remained silent, not wanting to engage too much with the waiter, understanding that the more he did, the more delight it brought to the other. If he showed no reaction, the other might lose interest.

Ewen understood Bologue’s intention and stepped with him toward the porch. The waiter didn’t stop them, just watched their backs with a smiling gaze.

As Bologue and Ewen stepped out of the porch together, they both heard a clear cracking sound, like glass filled with fissures. As they fully exited, the cracking sounds intensified, the glass crumbled into sharp snowflakes.

The damp sea breeze brushed against Bologue’s face, as if accompanied by those sharp snowflakes, cutting through his skin, yet leaving no pain, only a faint ache lingering.

Bologue glanced back. The open door had long been shut. As they left the comfort zone, there was no going back, and the frozen game time began to flow again.