Endless Debt-Chapter 948 - 51: New Holy City (3)

Mamo walked up to Bologue, his voice gradually becoming clearer.

"After the war ended, we conducted multiple explorations of the Holy City. Although King Solomon is dead, the Void Realm of the Holy City continues to operate. Our progress in exploring the Holy City has been extremely slow.

One cannot help but marvel at King Solomon’s greatness. Even the Seeker of Glory himself would find it difficult to pass through the layers upon layers of the Void Realm’s restrictions, not to mention that deeper within the Holy City, the power of the radiant light still burns. Therefore, we cast the flesh of this world’s Calamity upon it, sealing off this ruined city."

Bologue said, "But you didn’t come away completely empty-handed."

"We discovered the power of the Void Realm of the Holy City and began studying it. We separated a portion of it, and after years of improvement and optimization, that portion of the Void Realm has now become the Cultivation Room."

Mamo confided to Bologue, "In a sense, you could consider the Cultivation Room as a new Holy City, both originating from the same Void Realm."

A new Holy City.

Bologue had long been prepared in his heart for such a secret. He reacted calmly, quietly praising, "King Solomon truly was a great scholar... Have you seen King Solomon?"

"I have."

Mamo nodded, "After all, in that era, I was also a renowned Alchemist. Before the Holy City was established, I had met him... At that time, he was not yet known as King Solomon."

Bologue noticed the implication in Mamo’s words, his nerves on edge, "You know King Solomon’s name."

"His real name? Of course."

Mamo read the curiosity in Bologue’s eyes. He dug deep into those distant memories, unaffected by the true name closure invoked by the Contract School. Yet, it was still a bit challenging to recall because King Solomon’s name was so deeply ingrained in people’s minds, causing them to consciously overlook the stories before he became King Solomon.

"King Solomon’s name is Wolfgang..."

Mamo told Bologue, his words like a heavy hammer, shaking Bologue to the core.

"Wolfgang Gold."

Bologue was left stunned, a storm raging in his mind. In a daze, he returned to the scenes in his memory, amidst the heavy thunder, seeing the figure named Wolfgang Gold reaching out to Hill.

"He is King Solomon?" Bologue stared straight at Mamo, "The witness of the ’Dawn Oath’?"

Mamo confirmed, "Yes, at that time he was the witness of the ’Dawn Oath’."

Bologue couldn’t quite remember how he later left the practical room, faintly recalling Mamo requesting a detailed report on Secret Energy, which would provide the Order Bureau with a deeper understanding of Overlord Xilin’s power.

His mind was muddled, filled with chaotic voices. When Bologue regained his senses, he found himself at the Observation Tower.

This department is located on the top floor of the Cultivation Room and is one of the few external exits of the Order Bureau, although this exit is situated a hundred meters above the ground.

Bologue sat on a bench, the gentle breeze brushing his cheek. Looking out, he could clearly oversee the entirety of the Oubos City of Oath.

The towering buildings resembled robust branches, streams of light traversing the streets like the capillaries of the city. They stretched outwards, extending to the horizon and beyond. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

In this prosperous scene, a terrifying scar crossed the land, with rising mist forming a mushroom-shaped gas shield. It hovered above the Great Rift, continuously expanding outward.

"Wolfgang Gold... He is King Solomon, and he was the previous Chosen One of the Astronauts."

Bologue murmured to himself, staring at the scar of the Great Rift.

The creations of King Solomon connected the Order Bureau with the Astronauts. Bologue wasn’t sure how many more people it would connect.

Memories surfaced, recalling the figure reaching out to Hill, the one crowned under the gazes of all scholars.

During the coronation, the Astronauts were also present. Bologue saw him, the Devil holding the scepter.

Suddenly, Bologue realized a crucial question. The reason he could see Hill’s memories inside the Daylight Core was because, at some point, Hill had already died, and his soul had returned to the Secret Source. What he saw was the mind projection of the soul.

Is it the Secret Source doing this intentionally?

Otherwise, how could he accurately encounter Hill’s soul among the myriad of souls?

Does the Secret Source want to tell him something about King Solomon?

Then why not directly allow Bologue to see the soul of King Solomon?

Or is it that the soul of King Solomon is not within the Secret Source? He didn’t die, so Bologue couldn’t see his memories. Therefore, Bologue could only indirectly see King Solomon’s existence through Hill, through those who had been in contact with King Solomon?

Bologue thought his idea was too crazy. The possibility required too many critical factors, the most important being why the Secret Source would do this and whether King Solomon was truly not dead.

Everyone, whether the Order Bureau or other Extraordinary Influences, even the Devils and Astronauts, firmly believed that King Solomon was dead. So why had he fostered the illusion of him still living?

Moreover, if King Solomon hadn’t died, then whose memory was the coronation he last saw?

Bologue let out a deep breath, painfully covering his eyes, and after a brief respite, he realized a critically important issue.

In Hill’s memories, the man named Wolfgang Gold wielded roaring thunder, with unstoppable lightning capable of even injuring Devils, even when Devils used the body of the Chosen One.

But in people’s memories, King Solomon belonged to the Contract School, so how could he wield this rolling thunder?

Bologue didn’t understand, but he knew where the answer was.

That city of ruins buried in the Abandoned Land, covered by endless ashes.

Bologue vaguely remembered someone telling him, tempting him to go to where it all began, seducing him to explore the city that had faded away in history.

Solomon’s Holy City of Remongedon.

At the end of the far horizon, a warm dawn broke out, like a golden sword parting the darkness, leaving a trail of Canyin’s sword scar amidst the cityscape.