Endless Debt-Chapter 904 - 36: King of Demons_3

The astronaut didn’t respond to Belphegor’s remark, instead, he began talking about something else.

"We each bear different Original Sins, seemingly with great differences, but in fact, we all share a common trait, which is the fear of fading away."

The astronaut raised his head, gazing at the azure and pure planet.

"In the past years, if only we had a bit of courage to destroy the balance between us and vie for a true King of Demons, this conflict would not have had to continue until now."

The astronaut shook his head, "Regrettably, until now we have not reached such a consensus."

Belphegor remained silent, then turned to the clock; at that moment, as Belphegor’s gaze fell on the clock, the slender second hand moved forward by one mark.

The anticipated apocalypse took a step forward.

...

Nesanel hadn’t expected to return to the Inverted Hall so soon. In the darkness, he once again faced the immense multitude, but this time Nesanel felt no reverence at all; he shouted into the darkness.

"Xilin possesses the same strength as Bologue, the same protection!"

Nesanel proclaimed loudly, yet the multitude remained eerily silent, the four masks unchanged, all virtual personas in slumber. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Answer me, multitude."

Nesanel suppressed his grief and hatred, "We’ve always puzzled over how Xilin rose and why he suddenly invaded the Order Bureau.

Now everything is clear, behind him stands a devil, a devil named Leviathan!"

The protection of Leviathan, Nesanel had only read about in books, and the difference between words and reality was vast, so he hadn’t realized this in the battle with Xilin. But now, witnessing this power up close, all the clues have been linked together and the memory connected, piecing together the brutal truth.

"It was he who directed Xilin to do this, and now he has sent his Chosen One, Bologue Lazarus."

The more Nesanel thought, the more he felt fear; as a Seeker of Glory, he hadn’t felt this way for a long time.

"We actually let Bologue into our team..."

Nesanel’s voice began to tremble, he detested the devil’s power, but did not hate Bologue, knowing Bologue was also a pained sacrifice.

If Bologue knew the truth, he wouldn’t foolishly show off this power to him.

But this wasn’t the end of his thoughts, just as Nesanel said, if the devil granted Xilin all his assistance, then what about the suspect Dominator power?

That terrifying, far-beyond-human-cognition Alchemy Matrix, could it also be a gift from the devil?

Why, after Xilin, has the King’s Secret Sword never produced such an Alchemy Matrix again?

Why does the exiled second seat group possess the power to develop such an Alchemy Matrix?

It’s the devil.

The devil fills every logical gap missing from the story.

Now this gift has been handed to Bologue, realizing such a possibility, the Bologue in front of Nesanel transformed into another familiar figure.

Xilin Kagader.

It’s as if Xilin were sitting right before him, covered in his colleagues’ blood, laughing loudly towards him.

Nesanel recalled how after Bologue successfully embedded the Alchemy Matrix, the Sublimation Furnace Core rejoiced, saying the Order Bureau now had its own Overlord.

Indeed, they did possess another Overlord, in every sense of the word.

Xilin had taken away so many precious things from Nesanel, he loathed that man, along with the devil behind him; for a moment, Nesanel even considered killing Bologue.

He gave up.

Not because Nesanel held compassion, but he realized such an action was pointless.

Bologue was immortal.

What could be more despairing than an immortal Overlord?

Nesanel’s gaze fell to the ground, then slowly rose, finally falling on the multitude, the first mask crafted of gears and brass on the trunk.

The inaugural director of the Order Bureau, Alberto Alfredo, it was he who planned all this.

It was he who ordered Bologue to be contained, years later constructing the multitude, ordering Bologue’s release.

Everything was so ingeniously orchestrated.

Reflecting on Xilin’s audacious attack, he could have used more ingenious methods to crush the Order Bureau, but chose this suicidal approach for the assault.

Could it be that Xilin did it intentionally?

Such a thought flashed through Nesanel’s mind.

For some reason, Xilin "recklessly" deep into enemy territory, perished, only to preserve the Alchemy Matrix, waiting to pass it to Bologue in the future...

All gifts come at a cost, could it be the devil bestowed Xilin with his rise, only to lead him to ruin.

Everyone is but an insignificant pawn.

It aligns logically, sufficient to dispel any doubter, hiding the true purpose in the shadows.

No one would ever suspect Xilin’s death served such a purpose, no one would ever guess.

Even the devil would not.

Nesanel gazed at the mask representing the inaugural director, the mask’s gears interlocking, just like this series of events throughout the past years, they meshed like gears, precise, interwoven, functioning, until a certain grand machine is set in motion.

Echoes of mechanical roars appeared in Nesanel’s mind; he knew the sinister machine had begun operating.

"If... if all this is part of a conspiracy," Nesanel murmured, "then what does our sacrifice mean?"

The bloody secret war was nothing more than a show, a posturing to conceal the true objective.

Nesanel remembered her, did she know such plans back then? If she did, how would she feel embracing death?

Intense emotions ran rampant through his body, causing Nesanel physiological reactions, his stomach churned, sharp pains emerged from his heart; he hadn’t felt this way in years, by rights an Etherealized body should completely block such foreign sensations.

Raising his head, the deity Nesanel pleaded to finally responded.

The fleshly shell spread open, in the midst of crimson her figure appeared, simultaneously the four arranged masks and the numerous masks extending on the branches emitted a glow.

As if thousands whispered to Nesanel.

They spoke in unison.

"Article One, Unity."