Endless Debt.

Chapter 275 Time Return
The Undead Club has prepared a luxury suite for itself, which is full of luxury. If you add some wine bottles and ancient oil paintings, then this room is basically exactly the same as Serley's room.

Burogo was not surprised by this. After all, this is the Undead Club. It has existed longer than the Bureau of Order, and it has some unresolved peculiarities, which is normal.

When talking with Wei Er, Burlogo suspected for a moment that the founder of the Undead Club might have lived in the Undead Club all along, but his room was hidden in the deepest part of the maze.

Bologo turned on the light, and the soft light illuminated the study room. After closing the door tightly, Bologo sat in front of the table, took out the document Lebius handed him from his arms, and spread it flat on the table.

The chain and the sword are depicted on the document bag, and the crimson logo is as bloody and bloody, as if it will melt away in the next second and seep into the paper.

Burrog's breathing could not help but lighten, he carefully opened the file bag, and took out the paper.

"Back to life..."

Burrogo whispered that he was finally about to solve one of his own mysteries...one of the mysteries.

For a long time, Bologo has been very curious about his own resurrection from the dead, and so are the undead like Serley, after all, his own immortality is so perfect.

Apart from the need for etheric resurrection and the inability to die multiple times in a short period of time, there are almost no flaws in his own resurrection from the dead.

I will not age, and I am not afraid of sunlight and silverware, and every resurrection will be achieved in that extremely weird way.

Sometimes it is blood flowing backwards, sometimes it is flesh and blood resurrection, and it may be reorganization out of thin air...all of these are so special.

Burrog turned to the first page, which was an experiment report, with Burrog's name written on the cover, and a line of small characters under the name, which said Limit Test.

There were some other information on the cover, and Burlogo guessed that it should be the person in charge of the experiment, the recorder, etc., but these information were all blacked out and completely hidden.

Burrog roughly flipped through a few pages, such black alterations existed everywhere in the experiment report.

The experimental report I got was not complete, but was processed by the Bureau of Order. They hid all the names of those participants back then, and only kept what Bologo was allowed to know.

Bologo thinks this is not bad. Most of the participants back then are dead, and even if they are not dead, they are all old guys.

I don't care about those things. What Bologo really cares about is what is his resurrection from the dead.

Turning the page, Burrog read the words on it.

"The first limit test record, the test target can withstand the death limit..."

The words lined up, narrating the wailing pain, and the memories of the past crawled out of the grave in an instant, flashing endlessly before Borrog's eyes.

He recalled the gloomy laboratory, and the self who was tied to the operating table, surrounded by experimenters in white clothes, injecting poison from the vein, and recording the number of times he died.

After waking up from the dungeon, Burlogo has been tortured by guilt. He always feels that people's deaths are related to him, although he can't remember anything.

As if to atone for his sins, to make his heart feel better, and to find out the mystery, Bologo cooperated with the research of the Bureau of Order.

As for the pain of death, Burlogo was used to it.

When Burlogo first became a debtor, his memory was shattered and there was basically no coherence. Even if he remembered something, it was like a dream hallucination. It was not until he fully woke up and accepted the limit test that Burlogo’s mental state was considered. stabilized.

During that chaotic time, Burlogo didn't know exactly what happened, but he could feel death and pain countless times.

"The third extreme test record, the form of the target's resurrection..."

Burrogo read the words on it blankly, and those people tested themselves in a very traditional control way.

While alive, cut off the limbs and observe how the wound heals.

In the state of death, cut off the limbs and observe the way of resurrection.

Keep a certain distance between the body and the limbs...

Resurrection methods at different distances...

Underneath the cold words were countless deaths. The corpses piled up into mountains, and sticky blood overflowed from the gaps.

Bologo was not affected in the slightest. He had long been numb and insensitive to death, as if the person who died in the records was not Bologo himself, but someone else.

During the reading period, Borrog also rang the call bell, and Serley brought him something to eat.

With a mean smile on Serley's face, he also asked himself if he needed massage or other services, and he showed himself his muscles while talking.

Pelogoli didn't even bother to pay attention to him, and closed the door directly.

After taking a sip of red wine, the dark red liquid ran across his throat. The alcohol relaxed Burlogo's tense nerves a lot, so that Burlogo could continue reading the records in a more relaxed state.

"Removal of internal organs, stripping of bones, multiple deaths in a short period of time, destruction of spirit..."

Burrogo chanted one creepy test after another, and there were several black-and-white photos in the record, which reflected the hideous and distorted appearance.

Flipping through the records with one hand, holding a fork with the other, he picked up the sausage from the dinner plate, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it into pieces.

"Oh? Crushing experiment."

Balogo mumbled, forking another sausage, chewing it up and swallowing it.

Continuing to scroll down, Burlogo finally found some interesting places.

"According to the latest experimental records, we overturned the previous assumption that the time of the target is not fixed."

Burlogo had read this part, and they believed that their time was frozen, because they had always been this eternal youth.

But if Burlogo's time is really frozen, he should stop all body growth, such as not growing hair or beard, and he doesn't even need to eat and excrete.

But Burlogo usually lives like a normal person, and sometimes he is annoyed by the endless shaving, and he considers whether to have a hair removal for his beard.

"If you study it from the perspective of time, you may be able to make new progress."

After reading this sentence, Bologo raised his spirits and continued to read. Afterwards, there was another pile of experimental records that he had read, but Bologo did not jump over, and continued to read patiently.

At least from these tests, I can deduce how I will heal from such an injury during the battle.

Sounds pretty useless, but Burlog is a good learner, he doesn't mind learning these things, and his life is so long that he has a lot of time to waste.

Bologo has always had a premonition that what he has learned will be useful one day, even if it is something inexplicable.

Turning the page backwards, a blood-red page suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, with many warning signs on it, a lot of information crossed out by pitch-black horizontal lines, full of ominous information.

"After repeated limit tests, it can be confirmed that this is a completely new way of immortality."

Burrog turned the page and read such a passage.

"The state of the target is very strange. He seems to make some changes adaptively, but there are still some rules to follow."

Burrog put down his fork, pushed the plate aside, and carefully read the following content.

"The target's soul remains active, and it diffuses and stabilizes over time."

The report on the soul test was marked under the text. They performed a ritual similar to sublimation on themselves to judge whether their souls could be disturbed.

"Different from the original guess, the time of the target's body is not fixed, that is to say, he does maintain a 'survival' state, rather than being frozen by time.

From the point of view of the body, the target is endowed with near-immortal properties such as eternity and inability to age.

But viewed from the direction of the soul, the target's soul can still be affected, so that it can be sublimated and promoted, and the influence of the soul on the body still exists.

This is an extremely complex situation that we have not understood.

The resurrection mechanism of the target is not the previously judged physical resurrection, but a regression on the timeline. With the lowest ether consumption, the time state of the target's death is deleted, and the time state of survival is loaded instead.

Time regression can be maintained locally, so that the target's injuries will continue to recover to the best state, until it falls into a state of death, and a full sense of time regression will be performed. "

"Time...return?"

Burrog muttered in a low voice, prepared in advance, and he was not surprised by such an explanation.

"There are still many unsolved mysteries about the target, such as the current time regression conclusion, [information masking] thinks that time regression may not be the whole picture of the target's gift, but limited by the existing technical means, we can only come to this conclusion.

The target didn't know anything about his own chaos. After repeated confirmation by Crow's Nest, the target himself really didn't understand the process of becoming a debtor, and he didn't even know the specific content of the transaction.

Finally, it was confirmed by [Information Covering] that the target itself has an independent time axis independent of the world time axis, and it continuously circulates and returns.

It is not yet clear what impact this independent timeline will have, and follow-up observation is needed. "

Bologo turned to the end, and this was all the information. Bologo felt that there should be some follow-up to this information, but it was obvious that Lebius did not give that part to himself.

But for Burlogo, enough was known for now.

"Does time return?"

Bolog raised his head and looked at the mirror beside him. The face of Bolog was reflected in the smooth mirror. So far, he finally saw a narrow corner of his own confusion.

(End of this chapter)