Endless Debt

Chapter 1272: Chapter 81: Imperial Envoy (Part 3)

The Light Forged’s tendrils quickly attacked, and Bologue leaped up, avoiding the successive assaults. Then another safety door opened right in front of Bologue.

Little Furya was getting more and more skilled.

Bologue rushed in headfirst, knocking over several desks. Blank papers flew around like dust in the air.

On the straight and flat office floor, with Bologue suddenly appearing, the employees who had been working with their heads down stopped their busy activities. They looked up, their blank faces beginning to twist, and then Furya’s visage emerged upon them.

"Meeting again?"

Bologue waved a hand, trying to greet them, and immediately turned to dash toward the other side. The Furyas pushed aside the obstructive desks, and the gathered ether formed into resilient threads, layer by layer, aiming to entangle Bologue.

"Can you open another door?"

Bologue shouted, sliding to dodge the threads’ entanglement. Several Furyas blocked Bologue’s path, with high concentrations of ether gathering, the crackling sound of electricity resounding.

The sword cut vertically, the ghostly blue sword mark bypassing their encirclement, and with Curved Pathway Rift’s traverse, Bologue appeared directly behind them.

Running, he checked the sword scabbard. The sword oil inside had thinned significantly, leaving him very few opportunities to cleave through the pathways.

"I’m trying!"

Little Furya pondered hard. Amid cognitive distortions and consciousness losses, she always considered herself a regular intern without thinking about her abilities. After experiencing all this with Bologue, even though it was hard for her to accept her true nature, she tried her best to learn and adapt.

Bologue observed the etheral line extending from his waist, twisting, elongating, turning. Not knowing how many obstacles they’d crossed nor how many Furyas stopped him, another safety door opened again.

It became apparent Little Furya was gradually reclaiming her functions, though she joked, "Perhaps my function is to be a doorkeeper?"

"I think it’s okay," Bologue recalled the numerous doors in the transit district, "In the Order Bureau, the doorkeeper’s rank seems quite high."

"Is that so?"

"It should be!"

As they passed through another safety door, at the end of the vast office floor, almost tearfully, the elevator door appeared before Bologue.

Thanks to Furya’s help, he finally found his way back.

Turning back, he shot a fierce glare at the pursuing Furyas, determined to make a comeback.

"Bologue, although things didn’t go as planned, I still want to thank you."

Suddenly, Little Furya whispered by Bologue’s ear, trying to be strong, though her eyes darted around, words coming out haltingly.

"To be honest, talking to a living person feels nice."

Little Furya laughed again, but her face was full of tear trails, making her laugh seem particularly tragic.

Bologue paused, suddenly understanding what Little Furya meant.

"You’re a part of the Ruins District; you can’t leave."

To block the Ruins District’s erosion into the Cultivation Room, the Order Bureau had completely separated the two void realms. Even if Bologue could bring Little Furya to the outpost, she couldn’t cross that door into the Cultivation Room. Like the other Furyas, she’s been isolated.

"Well, at least now I know what I truly am," Little Furya expressed helplessness, "Though I never thought about it... honestly, until now, I still see myself as an intern trapped here."

She murmured, "One day, I’ll escape and see that eternal, beautiful blue sky again."

Little Furya paused to think and asked, "Is the air quality in Oubos still that bad now? Even if I escape, I won’t see the sky, right?"

Bologue shook his head, "No, the overcast has vanished. Now the city’s weather has surprisingly improved, and even the long-gone blue sky has become commonplace."

"Really? That sounds pretty good."

Little Furya repeatedly took deep breaths, trying to accept her fate. She said, "You can go, Bologue. That door should be it."

"Mm."

Bologue answered solemnly. As long as he walked through that door, Bologue could finally escape this damned Ruins District, but equally, Little Furya would no longer survive. She’d be devoured by the enraged Furyas. Even if she managed to hide, unending pursuit awaited her. The execution program would insist on completion.

"What are you waiting for?" Seeing Bologue still standing there, Little Furya urged him.

Bologue remained silent; until once again the Furyas came into view, until the frenzied ether drew near.

The surrounding structures began to writhe. The Furyas seemed to know the elevator door was the exit, and the expanding walls started to block it bit by bit.

Little Furya grew anxious. She pounded hard on Bologue, confused about what madness had overtaken him.

"Are you really a doorkeeper?"

Bologue suddenly asked an odd question, "You know, within the Order Bureau, I’ve only encountered two who could open doors at will."

"One is Deputy Director Nesanel, whose supreme authority can mobilize most of the Cultivation Room’s power, and the other is the Decision Room."

"Huh?" Little Furya seemed puzzled.

"Honestly, I don’t want to just leave, as if I’d been defeated," Bologue’s speech quickened, "and let’s not forget, my main task isn’t complete yet."

Bologue was here to find the path to the Holy City but got caught up in the Ruins District’s mystery. Suddenly, he was filled with rage, coming to a sudden halt.

"Think about it! Furya, within a company, anyone who can freely open safety doors and access various areas, is either a doorkeeper or..."

Little Furya’s eyes lit up as she understood Bologue’s implication, though it still seemed unbelievable to her.

Meanwhile, Bologue continued, "Since even that one Furya thought of duplicating consciousness bodies, then she must have considered what to do if she lost control, right?"

Bologue had made up his mind, though even he found what he decided to do was somewhat mad.

"I want to take a gamble; what do you think?"

Little Furya hesitated for a moment, then resolutely nodded, "After all, you’re the Undead, and I... sooner or later, they’ll get me, so why not try it."

"All right!"

Bologue appreciated Little Furya’s courage, and then he mustered his strength, facing the overwhelming Furyas, shouting loudly.

"I am Bologue Lazarus!"

He exclaimed, raising his hand, presenting the staff sword mark to all the Furyas.

"I shall represent the Decision Room’s will!"