Endless Debt-Chapter 884 - 30: The Color of Underwear

When Bologue awoke, just as he had expected, he found himself lying in the familiar Border Sanatorium, dressed in new hospital attire, with a needle buried in his vein, slowly injecting the alchemy potion from the IV bottle into his body.

In just a while, it would be the third year of Bologue’s work, and he began to get used to this procedure. Whenever he was exhausted and unconscious in battle, and the resurrection time was extended, he would often wake up in the Border Sanatorium, just like how he would reach the void after each death.

From initial confusion to now being familiar with the process, Bologue felt a sense of indescribable complexity.

Pulling out the needle, Bologue moved his body a bit. Due to his undying nature, as long as he woke up, there were no issues. Most of these alchemy potions only played an auxiliary role.

He recalled the end of the battle; Nesanel suddenly appeared in the enclosed building and took care of the Silent Ones. He still remembered, the shrouded void realm hadn’t been lifted, could it be that Nesanel was in the enclosed building from the start?

Bologue sensed the scent of conspiracy. Without raising a fuss, he planned to question Nesanel in person. As for the conversation details... Bologue could already guess what Nesanel would say.

"Decision Room, everything is under the orders of the Decision Room."

Bologue whispered to himself, a surge of inexplicable anger rising in his heart.

He had been in contact with many organizations; some maintained themselves through bizarre beliefs, some united for a mad ideal, and some submitted to a certain royal authority altogether.

Bologue liked the Order Bureau mainly because of its rationality, without beliefs, without royal authority, only cold, hard rules, and absolute rational decision-making.

But now looking back, Bologue suddenly realized that the staff’s trust in the so-called Decision Room had reached an insane level.

Like a foolish primitive tribe, the fools worship the Prophet.

Everyone abandoned thinking, as long as the Decision Room ordered them to do something, they would stubbornly and blindly follow through, and more terrifyingly, the Decision Room has not made any mistakes.

Yes, no mistakes.

If it did make mistakes, Bologue would actually feel more at ease; but now, Bologue couldn’t help but doubt what exactly the Decision Room was.

"Come to think of it... I’m also a product of the Decision Room..."

Bologue suddenly thought of this issue, being initially contained, and even his release three years ago, was all guided by the Decision Room.

A thought rose in Bologue’s mind.

Bologue wanted to personally reach the Decision Room to see, he wanted to witness the existence of the Director of the Order Bureau with his own eyes.

This was not only inner vigilance but also a curiosity he could hardly suppress, emotions mixed together, turning into a wave of impulse.

Passing by one ward after another, today the patients at the Border Sanatorium were unexpectedly many, Bologue guessed they should have been withdrawn from the industrial district, as there were quite a few field staff injured in the battle against the Silent Ones.

Stopping a nurse, Bologue found the locker containing clothes. Having been hospitalized too many times, these nurses were also familiar with Bologue, and inside, there was a new uniform prepared for him, and his equipments were all neatly placed in there.

To eliminate the Silent Ones, Bologue fully unleashed the Blazing Scale Burst, achieving an effect beyond imagination in the confined space. Bologue guessed that even a Negative Power User would perish under such a terrifying strike.

Correspondingly, within the raging inferno, Bologue’s equipments also suffered a certain amount of damage.

The Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid was the least to worry about, as it itself was an infinitely multiplying consumable, and the condition of the Resentful Bite was also pretty fine, possibly due to it being a Contract Object.

Resentful Bite was imbued with the power of the Devil, a gift from Ewen, also covered with Asmodeus’s blessing. In the overlapping narrative, Asdemor dragged this blade from fictive stories into absolute real reality.

Fingers brushed the pitch-black edge, showing no damage, not even scratches, but the protective sword scabbard was burnt into ashes under the high-temperature and high-pressure combustion.

Bologue’s hand paused in action. He hadn’t had a chance to thank Aimou, but he had destroyed the sword scabbard she made, leaving his mood somewhat complex, unsure if she would be upset.

In the corner, Bologue picked up the Phantom Dagger, an alchemy armament seized over time, due to its ability for Curved Path Shuttling, it often produced unexpected results in many battles, which made Bologue fond of it.

This dagger had accompanied Bologue through many battles, and now having suffered such an impact, the metallic blade had sustained damage, the alchemy matrix was dimming, with some patterns even showing rupture.

The Phantom Dagger had been damaged, and Bologue wasn’t clear whether the Sublimation Furnace Core could repair it.

The last piece of equipment in the locker was Bologue’s mask, Face of Horror, also a Contract Object. Compared to the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, it was the equipment that had accompanied Bologue the longest.

Now it also became damaged, with the leathery surface with an oily feeling becoming dry, and many intertwined iron wires breaking, the alchemy armament had potential for repair, but Bologue hadn’t heard of anyone able to repair a Contract Object.

After taking back his belongings, Bologue signed a simple form with the nurse and took out the Key of the Crooked Path ready to leave.

It would take some time to return to the Order Bureau by subway, but through the Undying Club, Bologue could be back in the Order Bureau in just a few minutes.