Endless Debt-Chapter 902 - 36: King of Demons

Under the melancholy of past narratives, Bologue discovered that the mighty and terrifying deputy director was, after all, just a mortal, with his own happiness and sorrow, unable to escape grief.

Bologue seemed to resonate with Nesanel, for this he lowered his defenses and vigilance to decipher his own mystery, revealing the power of Soul Sucker...

In the days that followed, Bologue often regretted this rash move.

Upon witnessing Bologue’s power, Nesanel, who had just been immersed in the sentimental memories, suddenly became furious. From his eyes, Bologue could see the anger he tried to suppress. In fact, if not for the restraints of reason, Bologue believed he would have been killed by Nesanel instantaneously.

Nesanel took a long time to calm down; he didn’t say much to Bologue, but his gentle gaze turned cold and piercing, looking at Bologue as if seeing a stranger.

"Sorry, Bologue," Nesanel’s voice cooled down, "I need some time to calm down."

Bologue suspected that the rapid change in Nesanel’s emotions was related to his own Protection. He waved his hand, darkness enveloped Bologue, and after a bout of dizziness, Bologue returned to the familiar grey-white corridor.

The feeling of treading solid ground was nice. From the end of the corridor came the voices of employees talking, and a buzzing sound came from the overhead pipes, as capsule after capsule was being released, shuttling between the Cultivation Room.

Bologue had a sense of returning to the human world; the breeze brushed across his back, the biting cold clawed at Bologue’s spine, and only then did he realize his back was soaked.

He didn’t have any clear perception, but his body’s instincts felt like it had died once, and Bologue’s hands couldn’t stop trembling.

"What... is going on?"

Bologue guessed that the secret war was not as simple as Nesanel told him. He wouldn’t deceive him, but he surely omitted a lot, like how he truly killed Xilin.

It was a bewildering war, with each participant unaware of the war’s truth.

Bologue sat down on the nearby rest chair, needing some time to process the tidal wave of information.

It was truly a lousy day.

Terribly lousy.

The intelligence from the Sovereign wasn’t fully digested, and Bologue had learned of the Astronaut’s identity.

Bologue lowered his head, suddenly laughing to himself, the laughter was so abrupt, it startled a passing employee.

"Bad days."

Bologue murmured, "Sounds so familiar..."

In Bologue’s life, whenever he thinks things are bad, worse things always await behind.

Could it be said that humans really have an indomitable resilience? Whenever Bologue is on the verge of collapse, he always manages to pull through, and then faces even greater challenges.

Rubbing his head vigorously, Bologue came up with another idea: should he die once now and reach Between Nothingness to confront the Astronaut face-to-face?

No, that guy wouldn’t see him.

Since their last meeting, Bologue had died many times, but each time, he couldn’t stay long in Between Nothingness, let alone retain much memory.

In Between Nothingness, the Astronaut was the absolute Sovereign; he allowed Bologue to remember as much information as Bologue could, and when he told him to leave, he had no choice but to leave.

It was just like a King.

Bologue’s breath halted for a moment, the suppressed excitement and agitation once again surged up. He glanced around, stood up in panic, and sprinted down the corridor.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

Bologue ran so fast, stirring up gusts of wind, accidentally bumping into a passing employee, scattering file folders and white papers all over.

He didn’t have time to stop; a new idea had squeezed out the information from Sovereign and the Astronaut, slowly growing and flourishing until it burst forth from Bologue’s mind.

Bologue was different from the people of this world; he possessed the memories of a "past life," knowing much that transcended human understanding.

Now the Scholars attempt to use fireworks and steel to send majestic creations high into the sky, piercing through the constraints of the firmament, curious about the world beyond, eager to know even a fraction.

It’s incredibly precious knowledge, not unfamiliar to Bologue; in the memories of his "past life," he had already seen it all.

Bologue knows what lies beyond the firmament, and he knows what the world beyond the end of the firmament looks like. His knowledge surpasses everything in this era, whereas others are oblivious.

Others may not guess it, but I shouldn’t be like that!

The world of void grey-white.

Suspended shattered colossal stones.

Like a King within his realm.

Bologue felt like he couldn’t breathe, bursting out of the Order Bureau, standing amidst the bustling street.

The meeting with the Sovereign had consumed too much time; it was already near evening, the sun sunk beneath the horizon, the crimson sunset painting much of the sky, while on the other side of the sky, there was a cold palette, transitioning from light blue to dark blue, with faint glimpses of twinkling stars.

Bologue should have thought of it much earlier; he should have thought of it!

He wasn’t sure whether a world after death existed in this world, but Bologue understood that he didn’t possess the essence of death, so the world he reached after dying, was it truly a post-death world? Or merely a self-deluded cognition under subjective assumptions?