Chapter 471 - Eternal Sleep
Chapter 471 of "Endless Debt" begins revealing surprises: The friendly and joyful atmosphere was gone, replaced by an immensely serious ambiance. Bologue felt... Read on to find out!
The friendly and joyful atmosphere was gone, replaced by an immensely serious ambiance. Bologue felt like a criminal, surrounded by these people with no escape."Whatâs wrong?"
Bologue was perplexed by the change in attitude of Serey and the others. It was merely a conversation with Sai Zong; why were they reacting so strongly?
Serey snapped his fingers. Bode immediately got up and closed all the doors, carefully checking the main door of the Undying Club to ensure it was tightly shut.
WeiâEr looked around warily. Although this was their territory, it seemed as if an unknown enemy lurked deep within the Undying Club.
Serey discarded his relaxed demeanor, becoming extremely tense.
"You mean, at the very start of the timeline disorder, Sai Zong took the initiative to remind you and engage you in conversation."
Serey inquired seriously, "And after that, Sai Zong disappeared and hasnât returned until now, is that correct?"
"Yes, so... is there something wrong with Sai Zong?"
Bologue asked in confusion. From his perspective, the Undead within the Undying Club got along quite harmoniously. They would often kick Sai Zong out of the way when he became a nuisance.
But now they were filled with reverence and... caution towards Sai Zong?
"There are indeed big problems. After spending countless years together, weâve somewhat learned about each otherâs pasts, yet as for Sai Zong... we know nothing about him." Bode spoke up at this moment.
"Weâve known Sai Zong for a long time, but you might not believe that weâve hardly communicated with him," WeiâEr said, "Heâs always playing some bizarre roles, and only switches roles every few decades; heâd say a few words then, mostly unimportant small talk."
"We think Sai Zong numbs himself by turning into another role. Weâve asked him, but he remains silent about it."
Serey toyed with the wine glass in his hand, analyzing Sai Zongâs mindset.
Everyone in the Undying Club had a terrible past, and they each used different ways to numb themselves to get through the endless years.
Alcohol and joy were Sereyâs sanctuary; transforming himself into another being was Sai Zongâs way of escaping issues.
Bologue asked, puzzled, "So why are you all so wary of Sai Zong?"
Serey squinted his eyes. He hesitated, unsure whether to continue speaking. Bode and WeiâEr shared the same attitude, and the atmosphere grew serious and oppressive. In those undeadâs eyes, the previously safe club was becoming extremely dangerous.
"Bologue, have you ever thought about who founded the Undying Club?"
Faced with this mysterious question, Bologue shook his head. He hadnât even been part of the Undying Club for a year, and he hadnât met many members. How could he know such a thing?
"Are you suggesting... you suspect Sai Zong might actually be the owner of the Undying Club?"
Bologue quickly realized another possibility, his voice brimming with repressed astonishment.
Everyone silently confirmed Bologueâs answer, strange emotions lingering among them. Serey poured a few more glasses of wine, hoping the alcohol might relieve some of the tension.
"Unlike what you might think, I didnât truly join the Undying Club after the Dawn War ended a century ago. Iâd known about it long before that."
Serey swirled the wine glass, watching as the ice cubes collided, reflecting light that pulled his thoughts back to ages past.
"That must have been... many years ago, I canât quite remember. I recall Sai Zong had invited me then. I would occasionally visit as a guest but never stayed or became a member."
Bologue listened quietly to Sereyâs tale; this former Night Race Lord rarely recounted his long past.
"After the Dawn War, I had nowhere to go. Thatâs when Sai Zong appeared again, making the invitation once more, this time I accepted and thus found myself here."
A slight chill ran through Sereyâs body as he realized, belatedly, certain things.
"Then something wonderful happened, Bologue.
No one told me what to do, but as I lived here day by day, I couldnât tell how it happened. Unconsciously, I adopted a certain identity here and became the bartender."
Serey chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the familiar bar counter.
"It was like some sort of assimilation. Without realizing it, I became part of the Undying Club as a bartender, the person responsible for managing this place, while Sai Zong, after I arrived, plunged into his role-playing as if having shrugged off his responsibilities."
Bologue felt a shiver of fear at Sereyâs tale, "It all happened subtly, didnât it?"
"Pretty much, by the time I realized it, Iâd been working for many years, and had invited many new members," Serey said, "I was shocked and felt like Iâd fallen into a Demon Cave. I immediately confronted Sai Zong, and he unusually broke character and responded to me."
"A sanctuary isnât for free; everyone must contribute their value to maintain its operation."
Serey recalled Sai Zongâs words at the time, surprised that he could remember such long-ago sentiments so clearly.
"He said I could leave anytime I wanted, the Undying Club never confines anyone. The reason we canât leave is our past binds us, making us afraid to return to the mortal world."
Serey paused, recalling his ghastly past, he couldnât help but sigh, "He was right. We arenât trapped here by the Undying Club, but by our past, unable to leave."
"Itâs simple to leave; just truly step through that door and never look back, to embrace the destiny youâre meant to. But over all these years, none of us have had the courage to do so."
He pointed to the door of the Undying Club, indicating that each undead was free, yet imprisoned.
Everything comes with a price.
"Thatâs when I began to find Sai Zong suspicious, but youâve seen how he acts usually; itâs truly difficult to take him seriously."
Serey spread his hands helplessly; no matter how fearsome or mysterious the being, if they behaved like a dog dailyâpeeing everywhere, gnawing on table cornersâwho could take them seriously? Instead, theyâd get kicked and punched.
Bologue understood Sereyâs point, "Among you, Sai Zong is undoubtedly the most experienced, and in some ways, your arrival succeeded Sai Zongâs responsibilities. So you suspect him... of being the owner of the Undying Club?"
After saying this, Bologue was surprised by his own thought, akin to a completely unfounded wild conjecture.
Yet... yet Bologue couldnât help but believe it; it felt like the only truth, and he thought the others felt the same.
"The older, the nobler, the more capricious."
Serey didnât answer Bologueâs question, only murmuring softly.
"This is an anomaly; Sai Zong voluntarily stopped his role-playing, communicated with you, and left the Undying Club."
Bodeâs voice rumbled gruffly, his cold skeletal face turned towards Bologue, "Even now, we donât know Sai Zongâs identity or what standings he holds in the Undying Club, but itâs certain heâs far from simple as he appears."
Their conversation gradually fell into silence. They didnât know what more to say and instead sipped their drinks gloomily.
Bologue thought of the ever-spiraling staircase within the Undying Club, and the seemingly endless hallway. This seemingly carefree club hid unknown secrets.
No one knew Sai Zongâs true identity or where he had gone. At least for the days that followed, Bologue never again saw that comically dog-like figure. New É´á´á´ á´Ę á´hapters are published on ????????????????????âĄ????????????????âĄ????????????
Deep within the Undying Club, at the end of an almost untouched hallway, a room door remained tightly shut. Inside, faint snores could be heard, persisting for already a hundred years. Someone was sleeping here, never to wake up.