Endless Debt

Chapter 1208: Chapter 42: Twisted Path of the Dao

Closing the Gate of Origin, distancing from the Ethereal Realm, to utterly banish the Devil, and the cost of all this is... extinction of the Extraordinary.

Bologue sat in the chair, his head bowed, with vast intertwined thoughts filling his mind. He tried to strip away his hatred for the Devil, to judge the pros and cons in the most rational way.

Ether, the foundation for all Condensers, and the existence that maintains the essence of the Extraordinary World.

Over the long years, this mysterious force from the heavens above has completely permeated the Material Realm, closely connecting with all things human.

What kind of upheaval would occur in the world once ether recedes?

This would indeed force the ether concentration to decrease, thereby eliminating those deadly ethereal vortex points. But what would follow is the collapse of Alchemy Matrix Technology, and the Condensers would become more fragile, until they return to being mere mortals.

Not everyone is willing to return to mortality...

Whether it’s the Order Bureau, King’s Secret Sword, the Clarks, or the Devil’s kin, all are beneficiaries of Extraordinary Power, and no one would give up this mighty force, just like humans wouldn’t abandon electricity to avoid the arrival of disaster and return to primitive times.

Bologue also finds it difficult to let go of this.

"What should be done?" Bologue thought hard, "Can a balance be found between them?"

"But even if a balance point is found, so what? The Ethereal Realm will always affect the Material Realm, Devils will continue to be active in the world, and if anything, because the two realms are at a balance point, the Devils instead gain a nearly eternal stable state, and no one can break their shackles on the world anymore."

His fingers sank into his hair, and for the first time, Bologue felt so powerless, overwhelmed by the pressure of the current predicament.

Bologue indeed wished to destroy the Devils, but he also understood he couldn’t step into extremity. Extremely destroying the Devils, closing the Gate of Origin, would only break human order along with it.

Moreover, who knows, would doing so really isolate the Devils? All of this is still Bologue’s speculation, and there’s also the assumption that if the Devils could truly be banished, then what about those who exist because of the Devils?

Himself? Bologue had long prepared himself, always willing to sacrifice to destroy the Devils, but what about others?

The members of the Undying Club? They were once heinous criminals, but now they are indeed among the few friends Bologue has, and then... there’s also...

"Oh? Bologue, what are you doing here?"

A familiar voice sounded, Aimou carrying a toolbox, her eyes full of surprise.

This is the depths of the Scholars’ Hall, seldom do field staff appear here, let alone Bologue.

Bologue stared blankly at Aimou, his gaze moving from her face, then focusing on her chest, as if trying to penetrate the metal limit to peek at that exquisite Constant Motion Core.

It’s not just himself and the members of the Undying Club who rely on the Devil’s power to live, there’s also Aimou. The reason she can become a living person is precisely relying on the Devil’s Power causing Fantasy to Become Reality.

As the Extraordinary becomes extinct, fantasy also shatters along with it.

Bologue couldn’t help but clench his fists, his muscles tense all over, Aimou was unnerved by Bologue’s gaze, puzzled, she moved a few steps closer, the halo in her eyes rotating, contracting, easily scanning Bologue to yield sets of danger data.

"Are you... are you okay?" Aimou asked cautiously.

Bologue struggled for a long time before reluctantly exhaling a turbid breath, his body slowly relaxing.

"Mm, I’m fine."

Bologue stood up, displaying a practiced smile, as if the person just shrouded in dark clouds wasn’t him.

"Are you sure?"

Aimou frowned, she always felt something was off about Bologue, but to question his words, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. After all, Bologue is famous for being steady and reliable, over time, even if he lies, others would firmly believe it. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

"Just a bit of a headache," Bologue said earnestly, "You know? Vasilina came over and has found me, just before I left home, she was interrogating Palmer."

Telling true stories, then using them to divert the topic.

"Vasilina?" Aimou’s eyes sparkled, she doesn’t have many friends, Vasilina counts as one.

"She came? What’s she here for?"

"Work," Bologue said, "She joined the Order Bureau, she’s currently processing the paperwork, soon you all will see her every day."

"Awesome!"

Aimou was somewhat fed up with Belli, having a new friend feels really nice.

During the day she has to work for her senior sister, at night she constantly bothers her, talking about getting closer, at first Aimou felt okay, but later she felt like she was working overtime.

Just when Bologue thought he could easily fool Aimou, Aimou questioned back, "Vasilina came, Palmer should be the one with the headache, what are you troubled by?"

Aimou was no longer the gullible girl she used to be, at least now for Bologue to deceive her, his lies had to be more flawless.

Lies are something Bologue is skilled in, "Palmer’s resistance was a bit intense, so Vasilina had to give him a back throw, incidentally making a mess of the room."

This time Aimou probably truly believed, she didn’t inquire further, struggling to lift the toolbox, swaying like a clumsy penguin.

"Just as you’re here, come and lend a hand."