Endless Debt-Chapter 775 - 242: Bizarre Ideas

The Dawn broke through the waves, speeding away, leaving the raging storm far behind, as the rising smoke clouds obscured the sky, seemingly swallowing all daylight. The orange-red glow struggled to illuminate the vast cloud fog, the burning colors spreading across the horizon, as if the entire sky and storm were being consumed in the weave of thunder and rain curtains.

Bologue struggled to open all the train windows on both sides, relying on the train’s speed and constant ascent, the incoming seawater quickly flowed out. The snake swarm reluctantly bit others, trying to pin themselves inside the carriage, but each was precisely hit by Canary’s crossbow arrow.

Palmer laboriously pushed Hart off his chest, wielding the dagger to cut the heads off the pythons. The cold seawater soaked the ammunition, now his most proud firearms lost their usefulness, he could only wearily slash.

Aimou waded through water and caught Hart, this poor fellow was covered in bites with who knows how much seawater in his stomach. To be safe, Aimou dragged Hart to the chess table, preparing to treat him.

Ewen staggered, holding the dagger tightly in one hand, and pulling Cinderella with the other, he struggled towards the chess table, now it was his turn to draw a card.

Once Ewen finished drawing cards, this round of events would be over, maybe they could find a way to escape the current situation, Ewen didn’t want to face another snake swarm.

"Bless me, everyone."

Ewen murmured, "I really hope this damn torment ends."

"No problem."

Cinderella cheered him on from behind, she believed in Ewen’s luck and his perseverance. Throughout this journey, this strange guy had brought her plenty of surprises.

Ewen nodded to himself, struggling to move to the chess table, just as he prepared to take his card from Bai Ou’s hand, the carriage shook violently again.

People’s expressions turned grave, they had gradually figured out the pattern, the fierce shaking of the carriage was often a precursor to some disaster change.

Bologue felt this journey was like a stage play, with people aboard the Dawn train as the stage, and each change being the background scene, now a new background was being loaded.

Where would the crisis come from? No, Ewen hadn’t even drawn a card yet, how could there be an anomaly?

Bologue realized, until this moment, they were still in crisis, Bologue neglected this point.

"Be careful! The flood is coming!"

Bologue thrust the long sword into the iron wall beside him, gripping the sword handle with all his might. He intended to close the windows, but with the impact of the torrents, Bologue would only be swept away instantly, so all he could do was warn others.

"The great flood!"

Palmer screamed, this time he got smart, decisively retreating to the wall near the car door, trying to use the torrent’s impact to press himself against the wall firmly.

The Dawn’s ascent stopped, it proceeded along the tracks, the next second it plunged back into the deep sea. The windows originally opened to release seawater now became deadly gaps, seawater rushed into the carriage unhindered, almost instantly submerged everyone.

Ewen wanted to draw his card before the seawater engulfed him, but before he could reach the deck, the surging seawater easily swept Ewen’s figure away.

Without any pause, the seawater completely filled the carriage, the impact compressed people’s bodies, they painfully spewed bubbling breaths, and some pythons that hadn’t left coiled around others’ bodies again.

Ewen and Cinderella were scattered, this time there was no space to maneuver, even floating offered no breathing area.

The vision was muddled, filled with wildly dancing pythons, the encroaching cold permeated Ewen’s nerves, he gradually lost body sensation, heat rapidly fled from his body, consciousness sank into an icy abyss.

Pushed by the current, Ewen’s body uncontrollably collided toward the following carriage, he tried to grab something to prevent being swept away, but he grasped nothing but pythons, they wrapped around his arms, biting his body, trying to tear off large chunks of flesh.

Scattered chairs thudded against him, Ewen painfully curled up, then he crashed against the wall, water like a strong hand pressed his head, dragging him as he scraped along the wall, knocking against the threshold, tumbling toward the next carriage.

In pain and confusion, Ewen thought of many things, he saw again the stormy night, clutching a blood-stained stone, he leapt off the ship.

Thinking carefully, his story seemed to have started in the water, now it seemed destined to end in the water once again.

In a daze, Ewen saw countless pythons rushing towards him, they exerted all their strength to open their mouths, as if trying to swallow him whole. From the gaping bloody mouth, Ewen saw heads stuffed in the pythons’ throats.

Ewen forgot most of their faces and names, but he remembered who they were, those demons he once killed.

He had tortured them severely day and night, just to extract information from them about the Extraordinary World, no... about the Joyous Desire Witch, those body bags piled up in the depths of the dungeon.

Now these spirits came for Ewen, struggling to crawl out of the serpent’s mouth, vowing to drag Ewen with them into hell.

But Ewen didn’t feel fear; on the contrary, he laughed joyfully, forcing a smile as if mocking these people.

The serpents lunged forward, surrounding Ewen completely. From the outside, he looked like a massive hunk of flesh wrapped by silver-white snakes. Bologue drew his longsword and swam towards Ewen with all his might, attempting a rescue. However, Ewen, under the bites of the serpents, couldn’t maintain his silhouette, and at this moment, he had already moved past the door into the next compartment.

Bologue coughed painfully, a large number of bubbles appearing in front of him. There was no oxygen space now, and Bologue couldn’t last long in the water. He might suffocate to death before he reached Ewen.

The state of others was almost the same; if there was no breakthrough soon, they would all drown here... Damn it! Hart had already sunk!

Pain spread over his body, and the blood dissolving in the water obscured his vision. Ewen’s situation became precarious, and in the cold silence, the hallucinations due to lack of oxygen worsened severely before his eyes.

Ewen saw pairs of arms reaching out from the serpent’s mouth, the spirits shouting loudly to make him pay the price. At the same time, that eerie female voice also sounded beside his ear.

Ewen had heard the woman’s voice during the attack on the Paradise, and now he heard it again.

The voice was blurred by seawater, entering his ears with a low-pitched noise, like a meaningless murmur. Fortunately, it did not trouble Ewen for long as he muttered to himself.

"I won’t die..."

The sensation of seawater flooding into his nostrils and mouth was uncomfortable, not to mention letting it fill his lungs little by little. The hallucination due to lack of oxygen grew stronger, yet Ewen didn’t die. Stranger still, he erupted with unimaginable strength, gradually tearing away the serpent group on him.

In the dim, murky underwater world, Ewen saw Bologue rushing towards him. This guy was already reaching his limit, yet he stubbornly swung his longsword.

Ewen started to like Bologue, for he was just as stubborn as himself, reminding Ewen of the unfinished conversation with Bologue from before.

In fact, Ewen wanted to tell Bologue that sometimes ideals are not important. Yes, such things are not important, for everyone would have something called an ideal.

What truly matters is the foolish determination to carry out the ideal to the end.

Ewen is such a stubborn person, just like how those kids described him as a child, a stubborn, annoying stone.

Only a stone would persist for thirty-three years for a ridiculous goal, and only a stone would stubbornly come this far, either smashing others or being smashed.

The woman’s singing became clearer.

"Oh...who is she?"

"A mystery."

"A dream of whimsical imagination."

Ewen saw the serpents entangling him gradually disperse, revealing a figure dancing in the water behind the decaying serpent group. Perhaps it was the hallucination due to lack of oxygen adding color to reality, like a clothing hem dyed in blood spreading in the water, like a blooming rippling water lily.

He found it hard to believe what he saw, the familiar figure crossing through time, and it seemed that everything had not changed, just as it was when Ewen first saw her.

In the dark, murky world, wine-red eyes emitted a peculiar light. Ewen’s mind went blank, allowing Cinderella to approach him. The girl wildly gestured, trying to convey a message to Ewen, but Ewen, as if seeing nothing, his gaze was dazed.

Cinderella could only let Ewen grab her ankle, and then she clutched a dagger with both hands, like climbing rocks, repeatedly thrusting the dagger into the ground, clumsily moving her body little by little, dragging Ewen back to the chess table in this simple and crude way.

Every swing of the dagger consumed a great deal of Cinderella’s energy. Since she couldn’t swim, she could only think of this method for now. If she could leave this place alive, Cinderella would seriously consider learning to swim, and also consider learning a few things from Ewen, recording her travel journey on the way.

Thinking of this, Cinderella thought that this idea wasn’t bad. That way, when she got old, she could entertain a bunch of vigorous young men, telling them about her wonderful adventures. Surely they would show expressions of awe.

Cinderella could even imagine their shocked expressions; it sounded too wonderful.

Arching her foot, Cinderella reached out to grab Ewen. She curled her body, like a rabbit leaping with force, kicked Ewen in the abdomen with all her strength, pushing him towards the chess table.

Ewen seemed to regain his senses, reaching out to grab the card that belonged to him.