Chapter 470 - Dialogue
Explore the latest events in "Endless Debt" Chapter 470: Even now, when he thinks back, Bologue still finds everything so wondrous. At the end...
Even now, when he thinks back, Bologue still finds everything so wondrous. At the end of that conflict, Aimou stripped away the Constant Motion Core, protected Aliceâs Philosopherâs Stone, and returned everything to Teda. Facing Aimouâs death, Teda suddenly awakened and carried out that noble sacrifice.Bologue isnât sure what kind of deal Teda made with the Devil, but after the golden storm descended, Aimou was no longer just that cold Steel Body; warm blood and soft flesh constructed her brand new shell.
"What do you mean âshould beâ!"
Serey slapped the bar forcefully, questioning loudly.
"Because Iâm not entirely sure!" Bologue replied, "She seems more like she can switch between a Steel Body and flesh and blood."
"I havenât had the chance to ask her before she disappeared."
Bologueâs gaze wandered, thinking that Aimou must be with Belli now, and then? What will become of Aimouâs destiny?
The Alchemy Workshop and the boundless flesh marched toward destruction, and Teda also vanished into dispersed dust. Since Aimouâs rebirth, the former bonds have been severed.
Bologue murmured, "Aimou has no home."
Serey said, "The Undying Club can open its doors for her."
"Sheâs not undead." Bologue shook his head, knowing the rules of the Undying Club, not wanting to trouble Serey with them.
"She can enter as a good friend; weâre always generous to good friends." Serey raised his eyebrow at Bologue.
Bologue deliberately elongated his tone, questioning, "Really?"
"Are you questioning the sincerity of our friendship?"
Serey, agitated, stood up with a start and grabbed Bologueâs head, the two foreheads pressing together with an exaggerated expression.
"Your perfume is too overpowering."
Bologue waved his hand dismissively, pushing Serey away.
"Alright, alright, Iâm just curious and... um... concerned about some precious things." Serey expressed his true thoughts.
"Concerned about precious things? Your words sound like those of a Devil." Bologue was intrigued by Sereyâs words.
"Pretty much," Serey nodded, not denying it, "If you think of the Devils as collectors with strange habits, you can understand many of their bizarre actions."
"Think about it, an Alchemy Puppet that awakened self-awareness is already incredibly precious, and now sheâs become human, which defies valuation."
Serey added some ice to his glass, gently stirring, the ice clashing within the liquid, bubbles rising incessantly.
"Aimou is one-of-a-kind, unparalleled. If I were a Devil, I would definitely keep her in my safest vault."
Bologueâs expression turned somber, the conversation touching upon what troubled him most.
Serey suddenly remembered something, speaking to himself, "Coincidentally, I happen to know a collector with particularly wicked tastes."
Bologue asked, "A Devil?"
"Yes, when you live long enough, youâre bound to interact with these sinister beings."
Sereyâs face showed a bitter smile, "Fortunately, the timeline disorder happened within the Great Rift. Although the Tyrant is also one of the Devils, compared to his siblings, the Tyrant is the easiest to get along with.
At least, the Tyrant genuinely reasons with you."
"Sounds like youâve been through a very bad experience." Bologue said.
"More than just bad. In my lifetime, Iâve had many women, thinking myself a master of romance, but in that womanâs hands, I almost lost everything."
Recalling that figure, Sereyâs hand trembled uncontrollably. He continuously drank to numb his nerves.
"She was a particularly malignant woman. She would numb you with a poison called beauty, and when you believed your desires were fully satisfied, she would cruelly shatter that false illusion, fixing that moment eternally at the peak of your emotions.
You will forever wander in endless torment, and she will consider you one of her precious collectibles, claiming you as her own."
Serey grew more furious as he spoke, seemingly ready to go out seeking revenge, but upon recalling the womanâs posture, his breath deflated.
As furious as he was, that life-threatening experience was not one Serey wanted to repeat.
"Who is she?"
Bologue became curious about the identity of that woman, someone who left such a profound psychological shadow on Serey that he must be cautious.
Serey hesitated briefly, refraining from naming the woman, only lightly calling out that sinister title.
"Joyful Witch."
Unwittingly, Sereyâs words seemed to stir something; momentarily, he again heard that familiar laughter, his muscles tensed up, eyes fixed on the Undying Clubâs door.
This tense state lasted for over a minute before Serey relaxed, drowning himself in several drinks, and babbled away.
"Scared me to death, did you feel it? The name of a Devil bears magic power, even their titles too."
Bologue shook his head, sensing nothing. From his perspective, Serey was merely complaining until he abruptly fell silent and relaxed afterward.
"Is that so? Forget it, donât think too much about it."
Serey shook his head as well, discarding those strange thoughts. He hadnât seen that woman for nearly a few hundred years, she probably wouldnât still remember him, right?
"Did she initiate the birth of the Night Race?" Bologue asked curiously.
"No, the Devil whom the Night Race serves is someone else." Serey denied.
"So you have connections with more than one Devil?"
Upon hearing the denial, Bologue was surprised. Serey had connections with more than one Devil.
"Being valuable is like this, isnât it the same for you?" Serey glanced at Bologue, not understanding what was worth worrying about.
Bologue froze, then suddenly realized that he too had multiple connections with Devils, feeling strangely uneasy.
Everyone fell into silence, quietly drinking for several minutes before Bologue spoke again, initiating a topic.
"Aimouâs rebirth is inseparable from the Devil... from the Tyrant. She may have already established a connection with the Tyrant."
"Becoming a Debtor, is it?" Serey spoke of what Bologue was unwilling to face.
Bologue lamented, "Mm... rebirth has a price; Aimou ultimately was claimed by the Devil."
"Donât think so absolutely, Bologue. Youâve yet to see her, havenât you? Nothing is set in stone." Bode comforted from the side.
"Hopefully so." Bologue tried to relax, avoiding thoughts of these complexities.
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Bologue leaned back in his chair. Apart from the bar, the rest of the Undying Club was enveloped in shadow, this place being the only light in the darkness.
The regular undead of the Undying Club gathered here too, and Bologue thought of someone, asking Serey.
"Whereâs Sai Zong?"
At the beginning of the timeline disorder, Bologue was in that bizarre circumstance, it was Sai Zong who first provided him the hint to recognize the anomaly.
Thinking back, itâs unexpected that the most unpredictable dog in the Undying Club would play such a role at the pivotal moment.
Bologue wanted to thank Sai Zong, even if he incessantly barked at him, covering everywhere with drool, he wouldnât mind.
Serey looked around, then asked WeiâEr and Bode, "Sai Zong? Have you seen Sai Zong?"
Bode said, "No, heâs been missing since this morning."
"Is that so? Itâs normal, he disappears for a while every now and then," Serey said indifferently, "After all, they are undead, no need to worry too much."
"Besides, why are you suddenly interested in Sai Zong?" WeiâEr asked curiously, "I see youâve never particularly liked him."
"Nothing, it was Sai Zong who reminded me this morning, making me aware of the outbreak of the timeline disorder."
Bologue recounted his morning experience with Sai Zong, but after finishing, he found the Undying Club plunged into silence, even the lively singing ceased.
Serey waved his hand grandly, sweeping all bottles and jars off the bar onto the floor. The light focused on Bologue, as he seriously stared at Bologue, questioning him.
"You said Sai Zong spoke to you?"