Endless Debt.

Chapter 200 Uniqueness

After contemplating for a while on the single bed, Burlogo decided what to do today, sat at the table, and drew sketches on paper.

Boluoge's painting level is average, but fortunately, this thing is only for himself to see, as long as Boluoge can understand it, it didn't take long for a design drawing of a windshield eyepiece to appear on the paper.

Picking up the blueprint, Burrog pushed the door open and left.

The alchemy workshop has a large space. In addition to the experimental area on the second floor, there are also some corners on the first floor with simple workbenches for simple metal processing.

The stronghold hut has limited space, so Burrog also often uses these workbenches to handle some things.

Since he became a Sublimator, Bologo has been studying the knowledge related to alchemy. Now he can't study the alchemy matrix like an alchemist, but with some existing materials, he can make simple equipment The ability is still there.

Brought two ether flow eyepieces, without affecting their functions, Burlogo removed all the redundant parts of the ether flow eyepieces, and got some belts and metal parts from a pile of discarded parts, scattered scattered on the workbench.

After starting the training of mechanical watches, Bologo's mastery of the secret energy has become much more accurate. Many small and complicated parts are not difficult for him now.

While looking at the blueprint, Bologo activated the hand of enlistment to shape the metal piece in his hand. In the cyan light track, the shape of the metal began to change.

The Hand of Calling is indeed a very convenient secret ability. Earlier, Taida said that he is very suitable to be an elegant blacksmith. When others are hammering the red-hot metal, he can just reach out and touch it.

The ether flow eyepiece that was dismantled by Burlogo now only has two cylindrical bodies left, and the winding and crawling metal binds the two together, forming a shape similar to a telescope.

Burlogo picked it up and put it on his face, tried to see if the angle was correct, and then made more detailed adjustments. After the adjustments, Burlogo threaded the belt through the ether flow eyepiece and put it on his head.

After a short delay, the field of vision turned into countless ribbons of dim light, which were entangled and woven together.

The world of normality is no longer, but the world of ether.

Bologo wore a self-made ether flow eyepiece and walked in the alchemy workshop. The ether flow eyepiece used before was a monocular observation, and the field of view was somewhat limited. Now the field of vision is completely widened, and the ether is like a materialized wind. rolling.

The ether tracks of the entire building are gradually revealed, they surge around, and finally return to the steeple in the center of the building, which is the core of the virtual domain, stabilizing the operation of the entire virtual domain.

This was a new world for Burrog, and he was intoxicated until the flickering light made his eyes uncomfortable, so he took off the eyepiece and hung it around his neck.

His eyes were a little sour, and Burlogo blinked vigorously and rubbed them, feeling a lot better.

Looking at the blueprints and his own products, the joy in Bologo's heart didn't last too long, and a burst of boredom and emptiness flooded his heart.

Burrogo sat in a chair with a blank expression.

At this moment, Burlogo is in a strange mood. He still remembers the wonderful experience he experienced during the vow festival a year ago. In Adele's home, he and her children were cheering at the dinner table.

After only one year, everything has changed beyond recognition. Bologo is not sad because of Adele's death, but he cares more about the beauty that can no longer be touched.

Everyone has someone who needs company during this important festival, even that guy Palmer has to call his fiancée.

Burrog himself seemed alone by comparison.

Lonely?

Burrog didn't care about loneliness. He spent a long time in the dark cell, and no one knew how to deal with loneliness better than him.

He's just a little... a little out of touch.

Just like an anxiety attack, when a festival comes and everyone is caught in the carnival of the festival, looking at the excited crowd, Burlogo always has a sense of alienation, and he seems so out of place in the carnival crowd, like a outsider.

Burrog wanted to join in, too, but he couldn't find a reason to join, and he couldn't empathize.

The more he wanted to blend in, the more out of place he seemed, and the more anxious he became, so he wanted to escape from this carnival and come to this alchemy workshop alone to avoid this important day.

Thinking back to everyone in the Undead Club, these monsters who escaped from the world were very happy about the arrival of the festival. For them, it was a day to return to the world, but Borrog, a debtor who wandered in the world, did not have this feeling. what a feeling.

Burrog didn't think about these things any more, footsteps came from the corridor, probably out of curiosity, Burrog put on the ether flow goggles before she arrived.

In the world outlined by the ether, all the ether reactions became clear. Only then did Bologo realize that the ether flow eyepiece can actually see through, but it can only see through those things that have ether reactions .

Just like Amy.

The ether flows and weaves into a vaguely human form, burning with a day-like light at the place of the heart.

While Bologo was looking curiously, he suddenly found that Aimu had stopped moving, as if he was listening to himself, hiding in the corridor, and hadn't moved for a long time.

"Amy?"

Burrog called tentatively.

no respond.

"I see you," Burrog said again.

After being silent for a while, Aimu came out in a little embarrassment, the halo in his eyes trembling constantly, but none of these Burrogs noticed.

Now that he was wearing the ether flow goggles, in his eyes, Aimu had completely changed, and the blurred outline became clear.

The ether flow surged in Amyu's body, interweaving and intertwining to present a pattern similar to blood vessels and nerves, and they would all eventually flow to the perpetual core of the chest.

"How did you see me?" Amy asked curiously.

Burlogo tapped the ether flow eyepiece, and Amy knew exactly what it was, so he wasn't surprised.

Burrog took off the ether flow goggles and asked Amy, "What's the matter?"

During this important festival, everyone went to celebrate and carnival, and now only Bologo and Aimu stayed here, as if they were abandoned.

"Aren't you going to celebrate the festival today?" Amyu asked, "For human beings, this should be an important festival, and everyone left."

Burrog felt that in Amy's eyes, he should be a freak, here to fiddle with these gadgets when everyone else is joining in the carnival.

"This kind of important thing varies from person to person." Burogo explained.

"It varies from person to person?" Aimu didn't quite understand.

"The important thing is not the festival, but the people who spend the festival with you." Regarding his situation, Bologo said indifferently, "My friend passed away, and it's meaningless to have this festival, that's all."

Hearing of his death, Aimu looked a bit disappointed.

"Because you have friends to celebrate with you, the festival becomes important and endowed with special meaning," Amy lowered her voice, "it's just like the name."

Mentioning the name, Bologo thought of what TEDA said before, he said curiously.

"Amy."

"what?"

Burrogo pronounced her name so abruptly that she panicked.

"Why did you name yourself Amy?" This name was not given by TEDA, but by Amy himself. Burlogo was very curious about this, "Why do you think you need a name?"

Aimu didn't answer right away, she thought about the answer, and then said.

"follow me."

Amy took the initiative unexpectedly, reminding Burlogo of the scene when she teased him with a smirk when he first talked to her.

Burrog nodded, followed Amy through the winding corridors, and she came to a dusty door.

Amy didn't have a complicated expression, but Burlog could still touch the pressure in her heart, and she became more restless and anxious, as if there was something sinister hidden behind the door.

"In the beginning, I didn't care about things like names. After all, names are taken by humans to point out something. I'm not a human being. This thing doesn't seem necessary to me."

Amy put his hand on the doorknob, summoned up his courage, and turned it vigorously.

"But that day, I saw these things. Although I am not a human being, I have a general understanding of what life and death are, and I have infinite fear of them."

The door was pushed open, and in the dim light, choking smoke filled the air. Burrog coughed several times before he recovered, and then he saw corpses piled up in the room.

Those are not corpses in the strict sense, but broken alchemy dolls one after another. The metal on the surface is oxidized and rusted, and the accumulated dust fills the gaps in the machinery. Occasionally, they all have the same face as Amy, and it seems that countless Amy died here.

Burrog walked in and glanced at these steel wreckages. For humans, these are just failed experiments, but for Aimu, this is what she looks like when she "dead".

"From then on, I felt that I needed a name, so that I would no longer be 001, 002, 003, just numbered alchemy dolls."

Aimiao lowered her head, and reached out to wipe the dust off the broken cheek. In a sense, the corpses all over the place were the former self, the self who had not been born with self-awareness.

"I'm Amy. Even if I become a member of this place one day, I'm also a special one. I'm no longer vague, with a certain code name, but one with a clear name."

Amy turned and watched Burrog speak her mind.

"The name is magical, it makes me no longer some vague group, but a concrete, real, recognized individual."

(End of this chapter)