Endless Debt.

Chapter 183 Alive
The research on the alchemy matrix didn't last long. After the preliminary data collection, Taida buried his head on the workbench, writing and drawing, not knowing what he was calculating, anyway, it was something that Bologo couldn't understand s things.

Bologo, who was free, did not disturb Teda, but returned to the stronghold hut, lying on his single bed, thinking about what was just discussed, while shaping the rough metal embryo in his hand.

It was difficult for Burlogo to double-task at first, but after a difficult initial study, Burlogo quickly adapted to this state.

The metal in his hand is constantly changing and distorting as Bologo thinks.

Ever since he knew the life of the Overlord Cylinder, Bologo had an indescribable feeling in his heart that he had the same power as him, like some kind of wonderful inheritance, which was passed on to his body in this weird form. hands.

If possible, Bologo wanted to take another look at Cylinder, but after the implantation ceremony, those gray-robed men took Cylinder and disappeared into the Bureau of Order. With Cylinder's terrifying power, even if he died After being sealed in the container, the security level is also the highest.

Burrog thought that unless Nethaniel allowed him, it would be difficult for him to see Cylinder again.

Pausing to shape the metal, Burrog placed the rough iron block on a nearby box, and took an aetheric eyepiece from his pocket.

This is from TEDA. Bologo is very interested in this kind of thing that can directly observe the ether. Putting on the ether flow eyepiece, Bologo looks around.

The faint blue mist filled the room, and the obvious ether flow could be vaguely seen. They were flowing along the established trajectory and passing between the walls.

Such ether flows are everywhere in the alchemy workshop. If Bologo opens the door, he will see all the ether flows converge on the central tower to maintain the operation of the void.

In addition to these, several devices placed in the stronghold hut, their own ether concentration is also significantly higher than the surrounding environment.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Burrogo's observations, and he stuffed the etheric goggle back into his pocket and said loudly.

"Please come in."

Bologo knew who was coming. Although the alchemy workshop was large, there were only a few people living here.

The door was slowly pushed open, Amy leaned sideways and poked his head in, blinking, the halo in his eyes looked at Burrog.

"Work done?" she asked.

"Well, it's over for now," Burrog replied.

In the study of the alchemy matrix, he can make very little contribution. Most of the time, he is more like an experimental material, allowing TEDA to do different tests on himself.

"Oh...would you like some fruit?"

Aimiao walked in with her whole body, holding the fruit plate firmly in her hand.

"Okay, thank you."

Burlogo did not refuse Amyu's kindness. He took the fruit plate and put it on the table. Turning around, he saw that Amyu had no intention of leaving, but was standing indoors, looking around curiously.

Since the stronghold hut was established, this should be the first time she came in, like a stray cat strayed into a new area, looking at every new thing excitedly.

Bologo had thought about being in the same room, and Teda and Amyu might enter the stronghold hut. He was still a little wary of the two of them. For this reason, many important things were locked in the safe by Bologo. Inside.

Sitting on the chair, Burlogo found that there was still a gap between Amy and a real human being, or in other words, she still had many contradictory points.

For example, Aimu looked at everything in the room without saying a word, which reminded Burlogo of the mother who wanted to clean up the house for him in spite of the child's objections in the sitcom.

Aimiao didn't realize all of this, maybe it was because the books she read didn't mention these things in theoretical knowledge.

"Would you... sit down?"

Burlogo broke the silence, and it didn't matter that she had been standing like this.

"Ok."

Amy probably felt that Burlogo was very considerate, but she didn't notice how weird her behavior was at all.

Fortunately, Bologo has enough patience for this strange life, and the communication with Aimu also has a strange experience, which is difficult for others to experience.

She is like a combination of complex contradictions, naive but mature, ignorant yet soberly aware of everything around her.

Bologo felt that Amy really needed to communicate with humans more, at least let her be in a human environment more. In this closed alchemy workshop, all her cognition comes from books, no matter how sufficient theoretical knowledge is , she also needs some practical operations to verify all this.

As for why Burlogo suddenly thought so, since Amyu sat down, she has been staring at herself, never moving her eyes away, not even blinking her eyes.

At first, Bologo could bear this kind of scrutiny. Under this gaze, he forked up the sliced ​​apple, swallowed the pulp naturally, and then flipped through the documents.

But almost 5 minutes passed, and Amy still didn't look away, and Burlogo ate up all the fruit on the fruit plate in embarrassment.

"that……"

Burlog couldn't bear it anymore, and turned his head to say something, but Amyu's reaction was one step faster than him.

Seeing the halo in his eyes shrinking rapidly, Aimiao's tone seemed to have suddenly dawned on him, and he walked up to Burlogo and picked up the fruit plate.

"A little more?"

Boluoge understood, while feeding himself, it was convenient for her to observe himself, but seeing Amy observing like this, he would probably be fed by her.

As an undead person, Bologo has experienced many ways of death. If he wants, he can even write a horror novel based on this, but among so many ways of death, he has not tried this one yet.

"No no no, I've had enough," said Burlogo.

"what?"

Amy looked a little alarmed when she heard that Burlog was full, as if Burlog had disrupted some of her plans.

"What on earth are you going to do?" Burrog said seriously. "Say it straight."

Amy was probably shy, or maybe she was embarrassed. From her slightly contrived body movements and the uneasy changes in the halo in her eyes, Burrogo could sense this.

After learning that she uses Alice's Philosopher's Stone as a power source and is suspected to be affected by its mental projection, Burlog has been observing her in various details.

For example, when the halo in the eyes turns back into stars, it means she is happy, and when it turns into waves, she feels a little uneasy.

"Are... are you really undead?" Amyu doubted.

"Do you want me to die for you?"

As he spoke, Burrog took out the short-handled shotgun at his waist, and committed suicide with this thing, his entire brain would be smashed into pieces.

"No, it's not."

Amyu quickly waved her hand to refuse, she felt that Bologo was a weird guy, as if death was something he was used to.

Actually they were both eccentric fellows.

An undead who has died too many times and is completely indifferent to death, a strange and strange new life born in this world.

Both Bologo and Aimu are too special, and it is difficult to classify them into specific groups of people. Even whether they are really human beings may be doubtful in the eyes of some people.

"I want to know, what does it feel like not to die?"

This seems to be a taboo secret, Amyu asked cautiously.

"What does it feel like...it doesn't feel like anything."

Burrog didn't know how to answer Amy, since he hadn't experienced death for some time since he became Sublimation.

"If you have to say something, it's a heart-piercing pain, and then your consciousness falls into peace, just like falling asleep, and then waking up."

What he didn't say, Burrog explained, is that every time he dies, Burrog sees that landscape of nothingness and emptiness.

"Sleep?"

Amyu's voice lowered, she didn't know what falling asleep was, for alchemy dolls, there was only dormancy.

"Do you think I'm 'alive'?"

Amyu asked again suddenly, the figure of Bologo was reflected in the blue eyes, and the halo was slightly locked, as if Burlogo was imprisoned in it.

"Probably, for human beings, being alive means that the brain is still thinking and the heart is still beating. For you, your perpetual core is still running, and your thinking is not interrupted."

Burlogo gradually caught up with Amy's thinking. This guy always tells you some inexplicable things suddenly. One second he was discussing what movies are with you, and the next second he began to discuss life and death.

"But my heart isn't beating." Amy rapped on her chest.

"Of course, you are an alchemy puppet." Burrog's voice was a little louder.

Amy became even more confused. The next second, she suddenly reached out and rubbed Burrog's face.

Burrog was stunned, and what caught him off guard was that Amy approached him, grabbed Burrog's face with both hands, and kneaded Burrog's expression vigorously under the cold touch.

"It's strange."

Aimu seemed to have encountered some difficulty, and his halo shrank.

"Huh? Human skin feels like this..."

Amy was muttering to herself while kneading, and Burlogo seemed to be a guinea pig in her hands.

After a short period of panic, Bologo somewhat understood Amy's thoughts. Human common sense obviously didn't apply to her, and since she was born conscious, she has lived in this closed alchemy workshop, and the only human she can contact is Teda , but TEDA has a strong resistance to Aimiao.

This is the first time that Amy has had such intimate contact with human beings. Relying on her rough perception ability, she tries to obtain as much information as possible... Learn about human beings from Borrog.

Suddenly Aimu stretched out his hand, toward Burrog.

Unlike her torso, Amyur's torso was transparent jelly, as soft as human skin to the touch, but her limbs were cold as metal, and pressed tightly against Borrog's chest.

Feeling the slight tremor under the chest, Amyu muttered to himself.

"Is this... alive?"

(End of this chapter)