Endless Debt-Chapter 893 - 313: Tools

The harsh and cold Cultivation Room was built from gray and white concrete bricks, and at its core was enveloped a golden hall with a strikingly different style. Bologue imagined a sacred presence to reside here, but what presented before him was merely an indescribable bizarre creature.

The surrounding darkness wasn’t true darkness; it resembled more a pitch-black mist, filling this vast space. No matter how many light spots emerged from the deep well reaching the ground, they could only linger at the well’s edge, unable to penetrate the darkness.

Therefore, no matter how intently Bologue observed, he could never grasp the full appearance of this enormous creature.

Nesanel watched Bologue’s reaction with admiration for his composure, knowing that when he first witnessed this monster, he nearly engaged in a fierce battle with it.

Indeed, many years later, Nesanel did stir up quite a commotion here.

The memories were not pleasant; they flashed through Nesanel’s mind.

Bologue gripped the sword hilt tightly, his gaze trembling and drifting, collecting all information on this "entity" amid the peculiar silence.

First, what appeared before Bologue was a mountain of flesh; pink tissues exposed directly to the air without the cover of skin. Bologue could clearly see the blue veins crawling like vines, with semi-transparent membranes rising and falling, concealing inscrutable organ structures within.

This monster reminded Bologue of earthly calamities, but unlike those, it did not expand recklessly. This surprised Bologue; it seemed to possess a strong internal stability.

Looking upward, Bologue saw the varied masks, first catching sight of the brass mask composed of gears and machinery.

Using the brass mask as a base, robust metal cables extended upward like the branches of growing trees, connecting to other masks. Four vertically aligned masks formed the trunk, and more cables adhered to the flesh, extending to the massive body’s surroundings, revealing even more masks.

They seemed to grow and blossom like leaves until disappearing into the murky darkness.

Nesanel saw Bologue’s breath calm down and said, "I brought him here. Who will meet him?"

The bizarre shell of blood and machinery heard Nesanel’s voice, and a low heartbeat echoed within, growing clearer as the heartbeat revived. Cold blood raced through the veins, heated by the immense energy released by the shell’s operation, boiling in an instant.

Bologue felt like he was witnessing a blood and flesh machine starting up; orange-red light glowed beneath the semi-transparent membrane, blue veins underneath also tinted with red light, as if a furnace was burning within, warming his cheeks with heat waves.

A thick, bloody scent wafted at the tip of his nose, steam rose from the flesh’s surface, and streams of sign-lights illuminated the flesh, organizing into rows that stretched to the horizon of Bologue’s gaze in the dark.

Using the dimly lit sign-lights, Bologue saw numerous cables extending from the flesh machine, densely packed like the scattered hair of a giant.

"Target confirmed: Bologue Lazarus."

"Retrieving target dossier."

"Loading target behavioral logic file."

"Analyzing compliant personality."

The cold announcements echoed in the darkness, and the merciless words made Bologue’s scalp tingle.

"Don’t be nervous."

Nesanel comforted him, "It just calculated various developments after a negotiation attack, causing an overload. Now, it should be in a maintenance phase, with only the subconscious personality on duty, while the primary personality remains dormant."

Bologue found no comfort in these words; instead, more mysteries seemed to unfold before him.

"Determining optimal solution personality."

"Beginning awakening of Maria Ellen."

After the cold announcement, the second mask on the trunk began transforming, a mask composed of countless green leaf branches, the metal surface developing a verdigris.

Ether agitated, green leaf branches spread outwards like triggering a mechanism, revealing the structure of a human face.

"Audio synthesis."

A lazy female voice replaced the cold announcements.

"Image loading."

Ether whistled past Bologue’s eyes; the high-density ether flow was not lethal, and after a brief blindness, Bologue recovered his vision. Before him, the massive flesh creature had disappeared, replaced by a graceful noblewoman.

At this moment, she was wearing a mask adorned with branches of verdigris, sitting comfortably on a wooden chair, watching him with a smile.

Nesanel saw the noblewoman and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, "So it’s you, with your kind personality, best suited for communication."

"Long time no see, Nesanel."

The noblewoman nodded to him and continued, "You must be quite disappointed that it’s me, not her. Do you need me to load her image?"

"Better not," Nesanel shook his head, "Having an old man mimic her was odd enough before."

The noblewoman laughed softly; she knew well what Nesanel referred to.

"Don’t blame her. She is carrying the most crucial thing."

"She’s already made sacrifices; how could I blame her?" Nesanel replied calmly, "Let’s get straight to the point."