Endless Debt

Chapter 1273: Chapter 82: Permission Override

Bologue’s shout was like a supreme iron law. As the mark of the Staff Sword appeared in the eyes of all the Fuyras, the frenzied, approaching Fuyras, like legions, suddenly halted in their tracks. Their gazes were entirely captivated by that mark of the Staff Sword, and for the first time, different emotions emerged on their cold faces.

Confusion, puzzlement, bewilderment, surprise...

At this moment, they appeared like living human beings, displaying a myriad of emotions, hesitating in place without rashly attacking.

Bologue took a deep breath involuntarily; he had made the right gamble.

Within the Order Bureau, there was a strict division of authority. In facing the Fuyras who had gathered the entire power of the Ruins District, Bologue gambled on the idea that there were still some remnants of underlying logic from the Cultivation Room within the Ruins District.

Before Xilin’s invasion, the collapse of the Ruins District, and the replication of Fuyra’s consciousness, the Ruins District was under the control of the Cultivation Room. This series of sudden events and mutations could have severed the connection between the Ruins District and the main body of the Cultivation Room, thereby escaping control.

But no matter how much it escaped control, with Fuyra covering it with her consciousness, Bologue believed there would always be a tiny trace left. As long as there was a sliver of hope, the authority he possessed from the Decision Room was a power above them.

"Decision Room?"

"Indeed, it’s the will of the Decision Room."

"But... but..."

"But we are the Decision Room."

"If we are the Decision Room, then what is he?"

A murmured conversation arose among the Fuyras, as if their logic had encountered an error, and they couldn’t untangle the current situation until a voice spoke.

"Quiet."

The crowd parted, and an aged, stooped Fuyra stepped forward. Her arrival silenced all the Fuyras, leaving only absolute deathly silence among them.

"The Cultivation Room has been destroyed, and the Decision Room has fallen as well."

She said coldly, "Here, we are the only remaining haven, the continuation of the Order Bureau."

The old Fuyra seemed to be the supreme decision-making will among the Fuyras. With her words, all the Fuyras’ gazes turned cold again, and the frenetic Ether surged like flames, approaching once more.

"Is it accurate to say it’s as expected?"

Bologue glanced at the old Fuyra, then at the young Fuyra enveloped in Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid.

"You possess a complete self-awareness, not as paranoid and neurotic, and you seem kind," Bologue commented simply. "The mutated replica of the consciousness can produce a positive aberration like you, so it makes sense that it could mutate into an overly paranoid, irritable, and pathologically controlling bad Fuyra."

A good Fuyra, a bad Fuyra.

The young Fuyra didn’t understand Bologue’s plan, but she could clearly sense that the hard-won situation seemed to have reversed back to the enemy’s side.

"You must have another way, right?" the young Fuyra whispered, "There must be, right?"

If possible, who would want to die? Right now, Bologue was the young Fuyra’s entire hope.

"There is, but it requires your help," Bologue continued, "After all, it’s you who wants to survive, isn’t it?"

Bologue’s expression turned angry, his voice filled with reproach, as he grabbed the Vengeful Saw Axe and the Grudging Bite, preparing for battle.

"Remember, Fuyra, never entrust your fate into someone else’s hands... whatever you want, you must take it yourself."

The young Fuyra nodded somewhat knowingly, preparing herself, and then Bologue strode forward, shouting once more.

"I am Bologue Lazarus, appointed as an action officer by the Decision Room."

Though Bologue was just one person, his aura was like a legion, undaunted by the gathering Fuyras.

"Furya Bradley, employee, I suspect you have developed cognitive distortion, and now you are incapable of fulfilling your role."

Bologue stopped at the limit of the engagement distance with the Fuyras, the black Grudging Bite pointing directly at the old Fuyra.

"In the name of the Decision Room, I demand that you immediately resign on the spot."

The Fuyras fell silent. In their perspective, a terrifying evil spirit was commanding them, and he indeed possessed the authority of the Decision Room. However... over many years, just as the old Fuyra said, with the Cultivation Room collapsing, the Decision Room also fell.

In the "history" that the Fuyras recognized, the main body of the Cultivation Room had already been destroyed before Xilin’s invasion, leaving only the Ruins District where they resided unyielding.

"Truly pathetic."

Watching the murmuring Fuyras, Bologue’s mood inevitably became heavy.

The Fuyras divided themselves into countless employees, perpetuating the illusion that the Order Bureau was still operating over the long days, like a ridiculous child’s play. They drew different job functions, even having their own Decision Room.

The conflicting orders left some Fuyras’ expressions in pain, their logic in conflict, unsure of what to do.

"No..."

The old Fuyra spoke again, shaking her head, denying Bologue’s words.

"Here is the only remaining Cultivation Room... it must remain unyielding."

Negotiations failed.

Bologue sighed helplessly. In truth, it was difficult for him to feel much anger or resentment toward this group of pathological Fuyras. They were like phantoms trapped within the Ruins District, trapped in the day of Xilin’s invasion.