Endless Debt-Chapter 819 - 269: Far from a Perfect Existence

"I think the Devil is devoid of humanity; they’re simply the will of a pure force, and to satisfy that pursuit, or curse, they might grant themselves some humanity to weaken their existential level.

Only by understanding human nature can one manipulate it."

Ewen whispered in a faint, inaudible voice, "That’s where their weakness lies."

"Asmodeus, in pursuit of emotion, created countless identities and incarnations, experiencing the myriad forms of the mortal world through them. I think I can exploit this, even if Asmodeus is unwilling, it continues the narrative’s logic.

It fulfills my wishes, and her desires as well."

The parchment slipped from Bologue’s fingertips, he gazed at Ewen, who returned a candid smile. The sound of liquid dripping echoed, revealing a shocking wound on his abdomen, blood flowed incessantly, staining the ground beneath him. Moreover, Ewen’s fingers were entirely covered in tainted blood, leaving crimson fingerprints all over the typewriter.

Ewen narrated softly, as the typewriter rapidly printed the characters.

"To tempt me into falling, Asmodeus transformed into the person I once knew, seducing me with sweet talk and endless promises. And once more, I met her, accomplishing what I promised her long ago."

The woman lifted her head, setting down the novel in her hands, unable to fathom that Ewen would fulfill his impossible promise in such a way.

Bologue then realized that Ewen had once again deceived everyone, his wish was buried so deeply, yet was so laughable.

Contrary to Ewen’s account, the reality was that Ewen used the power of storytelling to force Asmodeus to revert to the person he was familiar with, and as the price, Asmodeus would, as depicted in the narrative, conduct Ewen’s final test in the form he most cherished.

Ewen did all of this merely to see her again and let her read his story.

It was under her encouragement that Ewen embarked upon this path.

For a moment, Bologue found it amusing to pull two Devils into a bet, creating such a terrifying Extraordinary Disaster. After thirty-three years of pursuit, all of this was just for such a trivial matter.

It’s too absurd.

"Help me, Bologue," Ewen pleaded, "before it all ends, please don’t let the story collapse."

From behind the door, came wave after wave of violent blows. Those frenzied Demons had trampled through the ruins, attempting to attack the great library under Asmodeus’s power, tearing apart the people inside.

Bologue strode towards Ewen, the grinding sound from Furious Bite against the floor emitted a terrifying noise.

"I came to stop the disaster, not to help you fulfill your wish."

Bologue’s voice was severe and terrifying, realizing he’d never truly understood Ewen. Previously, he thought he could comprehend him, yet it was merely a façade provided by Ewen, the mysterious author, hidden within layers of narrative.

"From start to finish, your wish never changed, just like that..."

Bologue glared at Ewen, not knowing how to describe his folly for a moment, slowly softening his tone, asking with profound incomprehension.

"Why, Ewen? No matter if you use narrative power to change her back to the form in your memory, what does it amount to, for this is still..."

"Still fake?"

Ewen interrupted Bologue, laughing to himself.

"I know, I know everything," Ewen continued, "I don’t blame you, Bologue, it’s normal you don’t understand these things."

Ewen gazed gently at Bologue, this friend who came from afar to save him, "But I believe you will understand eventually."

Furious Bite was drawn across Ewen’s neck, forcing Bologue to seriously reconsider Palmer’s proposition; if necessary, they might indeed need to kill Ewen to end it all.

This was initially merely an extension of a Joyful Garden game, Asmodeus bestowed narrative power upon Ewen to create such shattering reality, driving him into madness and downfall. Yet Ewen utilized the power of fractured reality to instead warp Asmodeus—using the cage of her own creation.

Ewen pleaded, "Just regard it as a dying man’s... a few private desires."

Bologue followed Ewen’s gaze along his body, those grotesque wounds relentlessly siphoning away Ewen’s Life Force, with sheets of paper filled with sentences about Ewen’s injuries rapidly being churned out.

Ewen initially hoped his death would conclude this disaster, and Bologue saw it in the fallen pages. Indeed, he had done exactly that, enraging Asmodeus, allowing the story to develop smoothly, yet before it all ends, he wished to satisfy his minor desires.

Seeming to feel this wasn’t enough to persuade Bologue, Ewen suddenly rose, whispering something in Bologue’s ear, causing Bologue’s complexion to change abruptly, as if learning some evil secret.

When the whisper ended, Ewen laughed with deep meaning, "Bologue, it’s normal for you not to understand these things."

"You’re a warrior, an enforcer, a Savior; all you need is an enemy and a sword to wield, hence you don’t dwell on things so complex and deep, but I’m different."

Mentioning this, Ewen showed pride, "I am an author, adept at peering into people’s hearts, even perceiving those things they intentionally bury deep."