Endless Debt-Chapter 789 - 250 Contradiction

Turning into the corridor, after Bologue left, the others walked into the office again. No one knew what Lebius wanted to say to them, but for the time being, it didn’t concern Bologue.

He was unsure how Belphegor would reach out to him. Based on previous examples, as long as he wandered around the Cultivation Room for a while, he would likely be summoned by him.

The feeling was like walking in a minefield, not knowing at which moment he might be blown to pieces. Bologue disliked this random sense of anxiety, just like during "Night’s End Journey" in Joyful Garden; you can never predict what you will face next.

Bologue suddenly stopped in the empty corridor, thinking of a question.

"Was it a big success?"

Bologue muttered to himself, recalling the effect of the Wish Card, which determines the degree to which a wish is fulfilled based on the dice roll.

How many points did Ewen roll?

Judging from the current situation, the few of them successfully returned to their homes, just like at the start of the game, so the points Ewen rolled must have been a big success.

It seems Ewen is indeed very lucky, not only drawing the Wish Card but also rolling a big success; if Palmer knew this, he’d surely be envious.

Bologue’s pace halted, sitting on a chair in the corridor. What Lebius said about the promotion of the Negative Power User was already anticipated by Bologue.

After talking with the deputy director, Nesanel, it was apparent Nesanel intended to allocate resources toward Bologue, using his identity as the Chosen One to find ways to outdo the Devils in the upcoming conflicts. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Bologue agreed with Nesanel’s plan, but no matter how much he agreed, it couldn’t change the fact that Bologue was currently just a Prayer Believer.

He needed time and preparation.

Before the Devils’ conflict truly began, Bologue must do everything he can to enhance his power. Fortunately, the most advanced power in the Extraordinary World stood behind Bologue; in terms of resources, he needn’t worry.

Previously, Bologue did not have a clear understanding of the Order Bureau’s energy, but after the trip to Wind Source Highlands and Free Port, he realized the difference between various forces.

Whether the reserved resources or the advantages and disadvantages of Alchemy Matrix Technology, when compared, these gaps would only widen.

Sometimes, Bologue feels that the so-called Condensers can actually be seen as military weapons, different Alchemy Matrix Technologies determining the advanced level of the military weapon, and the Tier they possess also determines the power released by the weapon.

After the Fury of the Scorched Earth, the manner of warfare had already changed dramatically, and Bologue was somewhat afraid to imagine a Supernatural war with Seekers of Glory involved.

"Negative Power User..."

Bologue raised his hand, and a silver-white snake slid along the back of his finger.

From Lebius’ attitude, the Order Bureau had long prepared a series of promotion resources for him, which made sense, as when he obtained the power of Overlord Xilin, all of this should have been designed already.

Overlord Xilin, a legendary existence, carried with him an Alchemy Matrix that even the Order Bureau found hard to decrypt, and now, this power had been passed onto Bologue, along with the burden of an immortal debt.

Given time, Bologue would sooner or later touch the Tier of the Seekers of Glory just like Overlord Xilin.

Bologue realized that he was not only the Chosen One of the Astronaut but also the target selected by the Order Bureau, which gave him almost all of its precious resources just for the far-off future conflict with the Devils.

Perhaps this plan was ready years ago during the Fury of the Scorched Earth...

Bologue was stunned; he suddenly realized this question: the event nodes coincidentally overlapped.

Shaking his head to clear these chaotic thoughts from his mind, Bologue tried not to think too far ahead, as it would only make him restless. He stood up as the corridor lights began flickering on and off.

Bologue knew what would happen next. As he predicted, every time the lights flickered, the surroundings changed; a spotless floor turned dusty, corners filled with cobwebs.

It was as if time was speeding up, a blink passing a hundred years, and in the flickering light and shadow, Bologue saw many people appear by his side, wearing cleaning uniforms, meticulously sweeping the dust.

Only then did Bologue realize in surprise that, in this vast Cultivation Room, there seemed to be no cleaners. It was always so spotless that Bologue had forgotten this common-sense thing.

Bologue, as if driven by some mysterious force, reached out his hand. He wanted to touch the cleaner beside him to confirm their reality, but before his fingers reached the other, the cleaner suddenly turned his head, his face smooth and plasticky, blank.

An eerie chill instantly enveloped Bologue, as if the cleaner was staring at him. Then he moved his gaze away, continuing to diligently sweep the floor.

Once more the flickering stopped, the corridor returned to stability, but this time it became a straight one-way path, and at the end, a wooden door stood quietly.

Bologue’s eyes appeared somewhat dazed; he blinked hard to break free from the strange feeling. It was difficult to describe that feeling...like being watched by a venomous snake in the jungle, ready to bite and inject poison at any moment.

Trying to calm down, Bologue walked toward the abruptly appearing door. As he approached, a crisp metallic sound echoed from the lock, and without a key, the door popped open, revealing a murky darkness.

Bologue was no stranger to this place, no longer uneasy as before, but confidently stepping into the darkness. Shortly after, warm sunlight struck his body, familiar singing resounded; Sunshine Inn was just as usual, with high indoor temperatures causing drowsiness.

Walking through the narrow corridor, pushing open the cinema door, in the dimness, Bologue saw Belphegor seated in the audience, holding a large bucket of popcorn, looking up at the various plays on the screen.

"Damn it! Ewen, are you crazy?"

Palmer’s cursing echoed in the cinema as the screen showed the scene where they frantically fled after Ewen made a wish.

Seeing this, Belphegor laughed heartily, clapping his hands.

Bologue sat down beside Belphegor, who snapped his fingers, and the images on the screen began to rewind, eventually returning to the start when they boarded the car, as the plot rolled once again. Bologue was unsure how many times Belphegor had repeated this scene.

Bologue asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Based on previous exchanges with the Devils, these guys were, in some sense, truly omnipotent. Bologue was never good at scheming, so he was straightforward with the Devils.

"I made a bet with Asmodeus."

Belphegor unexpectedly revealed honestly to Bologue without hiding anything, "We bet on who would get Ewen’s soul."

"And the stakes?"

Bologue felt a sinking heart, sympathizing with Ewen’s dreadful fate.

"The stakes... are that if I win, Asmodeus will ally with me to fight against our other blood relatives," Belphegor explained. "If she wins, we will cease fighting and maintain peace; who knows, I might even pay a greater price, since I don’t have many chips left."

"Do Devils ally?"

Bologue initially thought the Devils’ conflict would be each fighting for themselves, for they were so greedy and detestable, with each blood relative competing. But now it seemed that wasn’t the case.

"Of course, you also understand knowledge like business monopolies, right? Sometimes we must unite to oppose those strong blood relatives, to avoid total failure in this grand game."

Belphegor paused a moment, providing a more detailed explanation.

"We’re aligned on the big picture but have irreconcilable conflicts on some crucial little details."

"Such as?"

"Such as how to treat humans."