Endless Debt-Chapter 781 - 246 Devotion Test_3
Ewen pushed Asmodeus away, "I don’t know the conflict between you and him, but you... you and I, do you want to see me collapse with your own eyes?"
Asmodeus smiled serenely, "Perhaps, can you still maintain elegance and nobility in the face of pressure?"
"I’m curious, Ewen, I’m curious about what kind of expression you’ll show when everything falls apart. I want to know how long your so-called nobility will last. I also want to know, with your desire so close at hand, why do you choose to halt?"
Asmodeus hadn’t encountered such a peculiar person in a long time. She knew what Ewen wanted, yet up to now, Ewen didn’t open his mouth to ask for it.
"Let me think, a promise? A beautiful life?"
Asmodeus said as she took Ewen’s hand, gently rubbing his rough skin, "Ewen, this is the reward for your relentless pursuit. As long as you speak, you’ll have everything. Why don’t you ask for it?"
A series of words left Ewen slightly dazed, as if finally gaining courage, he locked eyes with Asmodeus. Ewen knew that the woman in front of him wasn’t the one he pursued, but merely someone with a familiar shadow, which filled Ewen with immense sorrow.
"Speak your wish, Ewen."
Asmodeus read countless emotions in Ewen’s eyes, feeling confident that victory was at hand.
"No... she never existed from the beginning. She is your shadow, one of your many faces, a fragment of countless pieces. She is you, but you are not her. You are the closest medium I can reach to her."
Ewen felt sad as he gradually realized that he fell in love not just with a demon, but with an illusory image, a person who never truly existed.
His muscles tightened, a violent aura lingered around him, and his voice became stern as he loudly rebuked Asmodeus.
"Didn’t you want to test me? Look, then! Devil!"
Ewen shook off Asmodeus’ hand, and under the shocked gazes of others, he stomped on the chess table, just like he did before.
Bologue had no time to stop Ewen, only seeing Ewen fearlessly reach into the meat grinder, letting the sharp blades sever his fingers, grinding his entire arm into a spray of blood, and then most of his body was pulled into countless blades, shredded apart.
Aimou closed her eyes in terror, unwilling to witness Ewen’s plight, and Canary averted her gaze, but the anticipated death and screams did not occur. After a brief shock, Palmer recalled the words in the rulebook.
"The Minstrel will not die... at least not before us."
Ewen’s figure did not fall in the meat grinder. As his body was shattered, it also began to reform, his blood pouring endlessly into the machine, immense pain washing over his nerves, yet not enough to make him let go.
From the first moment Ewen saw the meat grinder, he understood what Asmodeus meant by sacrifice. If she wanted to push his limits, then he would prove it to her.
Among the splattered blood and severed limbs, Ewen suppressed his voice, and the Dawn accelerated under the irrigation of his blood.
Bologue stood there in a daze, only reacting after the warm bloody mist hit his face, as if to cheer himself on, to invigorate Ewen, Bologue roared and threw the dice.
