Endless Debt-Chapter 848 - 2: Another Evil Spirit

After several major events and the enhancement of Bologue’s personal abilities, Lebius grew increasingly confident in Bologue and delegated more power to him, allowing him to make his own decisions.

With more power came heavier responsibility, the most obvious change being the expansion of the territory Bologue was in charge of.

Previously, Bologue claimed to be in charge of the Great Rift, but in reality, his patrol range had only been the Wandering Fork. Now he was truly patrolling the entire Great Rift, overseeing areas including the Wandering Fork, Qiushang Town, and the mines established by the companies.

Initially, Bologue felt somewhat anxious about this appointment, feeling unprepared to bear such a heavy burden. After all, Bologue believed that being responsible for such a large territory required at least a Tier One Negative Power User, but Lebius didn’t think it was an issue.

"You are the most suitable candidate, even though you’re only a Second Stage Prayer Believer, you’re an Undead, and have close ties with the Devils."

Bologue understood that Lebius was referring to Tyrant Mammon, as the Wandering Fork was an important part of the Great Rift and also the Tyrant’s domain. If one was operating within the Great Rift, avoiding contact with the Devils was impossible.

Instead of sending in some clueless, spotless unfortunate soul, it was better for someone like Bologue, with significant connections to the Devils, to go since the secrets hidden within the Great Rift were far more than just that, like the things beneath the dense Sea of Mist.

Given all these factors, Bologue undeniably became the best candidate. In light of the trust placid in him by Lebius, all he could do to repay was work even harder.

If Bologue worked hard, then someone had to suffer.

In the first month of high-intensity work, Palmer once considered resigning, but Bologue’s high spirits and the noticeable improvement in their performance under Bologue’s efforts made it hard to do.

According to subsequent rough data investigations, during Bologue’s first month in office, the population in the Great Rift decreased by several percentage points. This was accounted for, while many Demons slain were unrecorded strangers from afar.

It’s hard to imagine how many Demons fell at Bologue’s hands. Under this high-pressure workload, Palmer finally learned what Bologue had been doing before they met.

After his release, Bologue underwent a year-long internship, marking his first year in the job, meeting Palmer in the second year.

In his first year, Bologue’s primary tasks were to hunt Demons and deal with gang conflicts when he was still an ordinary human who merely held immortality power. Now as a Condenser, his work efficiency had multiplied several times over.

To Bologue, what he needed to do in the Great Rift was no different from his first year’s work, something he was quite familiar with.

Then came the day-to-day hunting.

Bologue knew that as long as the Great Rift existed, more and more Demons would keep coming here. But he didn’t care about that; after all, he was an Undead and had plenty of time to spend with the Demons.

Under brutal hunts, the Evil Spirit’s notoriety spread rapidly. Even Mammon Coins, carved with Evil Spirit symbols circulating in markets, became more numerous.

Bologue’s work was very effective; while he couldn’t fundamentally change the Devil’s domain of the Wandering Fork, within the Great Rift, his efforts significantly improved the public order of Qiushang Town. As the peace lasted, even local residents began to question the unusualness of the current situation.

"The Devils inspired me."

In a certain operation, Bologue suddenly told Palmer, "They are like farmers, and we are the lambs waiting to be slaughtered."

"So?"

"Don’t you think we, the Great Rift, and the Demons are in a similar chain of relationships?"

Bologue’s thoughts were actually straightforward: ensuring daily patrols and conducting deep harvesting in different areas.

This was Bologue’s third month of harvesting. In the first two months, he had cleansed many Demons in Qiushang Town and the Wandering Fork. In the third month, he reached the mining areas overseen by many companies.

After finishing this month’s harvest of the mining areas, he planned to cycle through these three regions... Bologue eliminated many individuals and touched upon many interests, but he didn’t care about these matters, since he wouldn’t die. Not to mention, this city belonged to the Order Bureau.

Upon reaching the mining areas, Bologue noticed an issue: the number of Demons here was far less than anticipated, as if another bored individual had already swept through ahead of him.

Bologue considered that besides himself, no one would be so idle as to undertake such risky endeavors, leading to the current conversation.

"Could it be... another Evil Spirit?"

The man’s face had lost all its color, turning ghastly pale.

One Evil Spirit had already scared the Demons witless. Now there seemed to be not just one Evil Spirit.

The man prayed in his heart that if he survived, he would leave Opus that very night and never return.

"See? This small fry knows nothing," Palmer glanced at the man, "let’s not waste any more time."

"I know you’re just eager to get off work early," Bologue saw through Palmer, "this matter is important."

"Alright, alright."

Palmer sighed helplessly, "What kind of person would be so bored to do such a thing? A vigilante?"

"The other party must also be a Condenser, otherwise ordinary people would not be able to fight so effectively."

Bologue analyzed, ordinary people were still too fragile, requiring long recovery periods for minor injuries. However, Condensers were different; they had absolute superiority over ordinary Demons.

In his hunts over the previous two months, Bologue also encountered some Demon Condensers. Having offered their entire souls to the Devil, their Alchemy Matrix could no longer expand, forever stuck at their current Tier.

That being said, Demons were undoubtedly stronger than Condensers of the same Tier, though they ultimately were all slain by Bologue.

"A bored Condenser, driven by some strange sense of justice..."

"You know how strict the Field Operations Department’s rules are. This would never be done by our personnel, at least not by the Field Operations staff," Bologue interrupted Palmer, "this city is under the control of the Order Bureau. Could it be a Condenser not belonging to us, working for public safety?"

"Maybe, like you, they fight due to some peculiar hobby."

Palmer speculated, understanding Bologue, knowing that even without Lebius’s appointment or salary rewards, he would still be passionate about dedicating his precious holidays to slaying Demons.

For Bologue, this wasn’t work; it was more like a hobby.

"Exactly, Palmer, that’s the most important point."

Bologue said seriously, "A Condenser with a hobby similar to mine, another Evil Spirit wandering within the Great Rift."

"Like another you?"

After Palmer spoke, Bologue didn’t respond, just stared at him intently. Palmer soon realized why Bologue was so concerned.

Another Bologue.

Imagine stripping away all the attributes and qualities from Bologue, leaving only the most ruthless part. What would that be?

An obsession with role-playing, having some Savior complex yet being a murderous outlaw.

"We need to investigate this matter."

Bologue had already decided on his next actions as the Silver Snake suddenly tightened, gruesomely snapping the man’s neck before he could scream.

The round head thudded onto the ground as the headless body fell.

One second he was interrogating, the next he had killed the person; initially, Palmer was unaccustomed to Bologue’s excessive and neurotic means of slaughter, but now he could calmly eat strawberry ice cream while Bologue interrogated others.

Bologue left without looking back, and Palmer followed in his footsteps. The air in the mine was thick with the smell of blood and an underlying foul aura.

They passed by rows of cages that held some long-decayed corpses. Palmer examined those corpses; they’d been dead for some time, the cause of death being their souls being stripped away.

Under Bologue’s pressure, these Demons hid in the shadows, occasionally hunting miners to maintain their survival.

Palmer blinked hard, no longer wanting to look. He sometimes wondered if the Great Rift was a cruel food chain, now faced with the ultimate predator at the top of it, while on the other hand, he was grateful for the presence of the Logistics Department, so he wouldn’t have to deal with these troubles himself.