Endless Debt

Chapter 1278: Chapter 83: Reboot_3

With the Alchemy Matrix fully covering young Furya’s body, high authority from the Decision Room merged with this brand new restart program.

Old Furya stood up, countless Furyas on the stairs also took a step forward, approaching Bologue, a thick, dark mass with cold faces.

"The Cultivation Room will never fall."

Old Furya paused and then said more firmly, "The Cultivation Room will never fall."

Bologue didn’t stop walking, the distance between him and Old Furya grew closer, while she continued to mutter incessantly, repeating the phrase as if she had gone mad.

Until Bologue stood before her, until Bologue reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I am Bologue Lazarus, an envoy from the Decision Room," Bologue repeated, "Your work has ended, Furya Bradley, thank you for everything you’ve done for the Order Bureau."

Old Furya stared blankly at Bologue, just like the other Furyas before her, she experienced a series of logical errors and conflicts.

A monster speaking such words to her, oh my, it’s insane.

"No... no, no, no."

Old Furya shook her head painfully, and the only few absolute directives rose in her mind, "You’re not an envoy of the Decision Room, we are the Decision Room."

"No, it’s wrong, it shouldn’t be like this..."

She murmured painfully, like being trapped in a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. The other Furyas also approached, assuming battle stances, ready to form a massive light source again, prepared to bestow blazing fire upon Bologue.

"Do you believe in this terrifying façade of mine, everything you’ve been through before..."

Bologue sighed deeply, raised his hand, aiming the palm at Old Furya’s eyes, letting the insignia of the Staff Sword fully reflect into them.

"Or believe in it."

Bologue repeated mysteriously, "Clause One."

Old Furya’s wailing abruptly ceased, and the encroaching Furyas also halted.

Bologue took young Furya by the hand, bringing her forward, she did not retreat, mustering courage, preparing to face her destiny.

At this moment, Old Furya’s eyes became a bit clearer, as if finding a trace of past memory from tons of redundancies.

"Has the Cultivation Room fallen?" she asked.

"No, it still stands," Bologue said, "as it was in the past, so it will be in the future."

Old Furya continued, "I killed them... I killed everyone.

"It’s not your fault, even if it was your fault, you have already redeemed yourself," Bologue still with hand raised, "In the name of the Decision Room, in the name of all, I pardon you."

Old Furya suddenly showed a smile, as if relieved, she stepped aside.

Young Furya gazed at the empty chair at the end of the path, waiting for someone to sit upon it.

"What will happen?"

Young Furya asked fearfully, regardless of her trust in Bologue, she was still anxious about the unknown future.

"I don’t know," Bologue shook his head, "but whatever happens, it won’t be worse than the current state."

Young Furya took a deep breath, held Bologue’s hand tightly, relying on the covering of the Alchemy Matrix, sharing the authority from the Decision Room with Bologue.

She cautiously sat down, closed her eyes.

...

At the Outpost, it had been several days since Bologue sneaked into the Ruins District, during this time, the staff were always on duty 24 hours a day, relying on the extended Ethereal Lines, roughly inferring Bologue’s encounters and progress from its feedback.

Mamo was still there, like a foreman, staying on standby with the staff, but he was far more exhausted than the others.

For reasons unknown, Mamo hadn’t closed his eyes for rest these days, even when the staff attempted to persuade him, he firmly refused.

Mamo was like an anxious child, waiting for a surprise.

He waited like this until the anomaly occurred.

Suddenly the entire Outpost shook violently, Mamo immediately perked up, the power belonging to a Seeker of Glory itched to be unleashed, and the distorted space began to restore, countless cubes retreated back into the walls, the extending dome kept pressing down, collapsing, until it transformed back into an ordinary ceiling.

The staff couldn’t comprehend the current changes, they only knew that the Ruins District was supposed to continuously evolve into chaos, never seeing it order itself in reverse.

Without waiting for them to figure out the situation, a crisp bell rang.

Everyone turned their eyes toward the source of the sound, the elevator door leading to the Ruins District.

Everyone felt incredibly tense, and after another sharp, almost ear-piercing bell, the elevator door opened.

In the eyes of all, an exhausted Bologue walked out, seeing this state of him, Mamo felt a pang of disappointment, like some part of his expectation was dashed, but the next second, another figure followed Bologue out.

Furya timidly poked her head out.

The staff were bewildered, Mamo was stunned too, he couldn’t fathom from where Bologue conjured up such a young girl, more alarming was Mamo feeling a sense of familiarity with this girl.

Then, something even more startling happened.

With a face full of helplessness, another Furya stepped out behind Bologue, then another, another, and another...

In no time, there stood twenty or thirty Furyas by the elevator door, different from the earlier Furyas, this time they were all of the same age, same appearance. In Bologue’s words, these were intern Furyas.

After a brief awkwardness, the Furyas began.

"Hello, I am Furya."

"Hello, I am also Furya."

"Hello, we are all Furya."

"Is this the Cultivation Room? Wow, finally out."

"Where’s the Sublimation Furnace Core now?"

"You could say I belong to the Sublimation Furnace Core department."

"Ah...to be exact, I’m an intern."

"Hey, what’s this?"

"Why do you have those expressions?"

"You’re just a bear."

"Look, this one’s a robot."

"And here’s a stoneman!"

In an instant, the tense Outpost turned into a marketplace, the Furyas chattered non-stop, in their eyes, the staff transmogrified into completely different creatures, prompting a lively conversation.

Bologue weaved through the Furyas, a look of utter defeat on his face, came before Mamo, raising his voice to drown out the Furyas’ chatter.

"Sorry, I couldn’t find the path to the Holy City," Bologue glanced at the Furyas, "got delayed by some things."

Switching his tone, Bologue took out a photograph, handed it to Mamo.

"But I found this."

Bologue leaned in closer to Mamo, whispered, "Have you thought about how to explain this to the Decision Room?"

Mamo didn’t answer Bologue’s question, he put away the photograph, turned to watch the walking Furyas, suddenly asked.

"Furya, what do you see me as?"

A multitude of Furyas stopped, turning collectively, sizing up Mamo.

"A tree."

"An old tree."

"To be exact, a decayed wood."

"But it used to be rather lush."

Upon hearing the clamor of responses, Mamo couldn’t help but laugh heartily, he rarely laughed this joyfully, the last time was when Bologue successfully explored the Ethereal Realm.

"What happened exactly, Bologue?"

Mamo finally had the time to address Bologue, asking curiously.

Bologue sighed heavily.

"It’s a long story... let’s find a quiet place to talk."