Endless Debt.

Chapter 36 The Nightmare Returns
At daybreak, Bologo woke up. He is a person who sleeps very little. Generally speaking, after a few hours of sleep, Bologo will become full of energy.

Jeffrey was also amazed by Burlog's vitality. Facing his doubts, Burrog just explained casually, "I have slept long enough in the dark cell."

After waking up, he didn't get up immediately as usual, lying on the warm quilt, his eyes narrowed slightly thinking about something.

The weird scene that happened last night flashed back in front of my eyes, spanning time and space, bringing a biting cold feeling.

Burrog stretched out his hand, put it on the window sill by the bed, fumbled for something, and easily touched the cold thing.

The hazy drowsiness disappeared in an instant, and Bologo was fully awake, as if he was dragged from the warm bed into the cold deep sea.

Breathing slightly short of breath, he picked up the thing, held it above his head, and stared at it.

Mammon coins.

A golden mammon coin like gold.

Bologo sat up, holding the mammon coin in his hand, and could feel the coldness of the metal from his palm. This coldness was not warmed up by Bologo's body temperature, but, as always, exuded a severe chill.

No one answered for him, but Bologo instinctively realized that this mammon coin is different, different from the one Vika showed him, this mammon coin is very special...with magic power of.

Opening the curtains, Bologo looked in the direction of the big rift, a little confusion flashed in his eyes, followed by a sense of fiery expectation.

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and Burlogo muttered.

"That's what's interesting."

He is real.

The so-called urban legends emerge one by one, turning from illusion to reality, and the distance is infinitely narrowed until it is within reach.

It was scary, but also exciting.

Bologo is like a newborn child, he can encounter new things every day, and he even begins to look forward to the next time he visits the Wandering Fork Road. He really wants to dig out the secrets hidden in the big rift and see The true face of "him".

Lord of wandering forked roads, protector of darkness and evil, the unknown entrenched in the shadow of the Great Rift.

Tyrant.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

Burrog whispered.

If there is any value in myself, it must be my "resurrection", and my information is absolutely confidential, and it is completely under the control of the Bureau of Order. How did the "tyrant" know about himself?
Spotted while hunting Nome?

But Burlogo clearly remembered that he left no witnesses.

His thoughts were interrupted here, and Bologo realized his misunderstanding. Who said that without witnesses, he could not find himself?

Different from the "previous life" that was strictly bound by the laws of physics, the world that Bologo lives in today has a deceitful and unknown extraordinary power. Perhaps it is the operation of some kind of extraordinary power that exposed himself to the "tyrant" "In the eyes.

After all, he is the founder of Wandering Fork Road, who single-handedly created the existence of this city of shadows.

For such a legendary existence, it is not an exaggeration to imagine how powerful he is.

But the more he thought about it, the feeling of being targeted by a big shot really made Burlogo feel uncomfortable.

Slowly clenching his fists, Bologo clearly realized that he needed strength. He needed the strength to gain a foothold in Opals. Even if he couldn't fight against these unknown big men, he at least had the ability to bite a piece of flesh from them. ability.

Burlogo has always been adhering to the philosophy of "even if you can't fight, you have to make the opponent pay some price". Jeffrey praised him like a violent dog.

Sounds awful, but Geoffrey unexpectedly likes Burlogo for this.

Get up, make the bed, get dressed, turn on the radio, wait for Duddell's "Fog, Industry, and Delicious Shrimp Crackers", and think about what to do today during the waiting time.

Not long after, a familiar voice came from the radio.

"Hello listeners! I'm Duddell, your loyal friend who broadcasts twice a day, welcome to this column!"

Accompanied by harsh music, Duddle roared in the singing.

"Gray mist! Industrial! Delicious shrimp crisps!"

Burlogo thought about what to do today.

For lunch, he goes for the delicious shrimp crackers, Opals' specialty, so delicious that Duddell's radio show includes its name.

Reminiscing about the delicious food, long-term memories gradually came to mind, and a kind voice sounded.

"What would you like to eat?"

Burrogo remembered that it was what happened after he met Adele when he was released from prison. After the two had a brief reminiscence, she took herself to a restaurant on the side of the road.

Adele sat opposite her, looked at herself softly, and asked what she wanted to eat.

"Eat slowly, eat slowly, and a lot."

Seeing how she was devouring, Adele said repeatedly.

Bologo still remembered the feeling, the dry and barren mouth, the sour feeling of saliva secreting a little bit, and he swallowed it without even having time to taste the taste of the food.

"Life in prison is hard."

Seeing her embarrassed appearance, Adele asked.

"Fortunately, the food is a bit poor."

In order not to worry her, Burlogo had not spoken to her about the dungeon, except for the three meals.

"It's like pig food."

Burrog cursed.

The memory ended here, I was not in a restaurant, but at home, and there was no Adele beside me, only Duddell's voice on the radio.

Burlogo's expression was so stiff, and the smile froze on his face, just like the audience who saw the end credits after the movie ended and hadn't walked out of the story.

He has a good memory, and he loves to remember.

For Burlogo, after living in this world for so many years, the memory of "past life" began to seem very strange, like the memory of another person.

But he is still willing to keep recalling, reviewing those precious memories, these memories are like scenes of movies, supporting him through the most difficult time.

"As long as there are memories, people can bear loneliness."

Burrog murmured.

That is the most precious treasure of Bologo, the "past life" that no one knows, and the gorgeous and beautiful memories.

Shaking his head vigorously, he got rid of the slightly sad emotions.

With a preliminary plan for a boring day, Burrog looked at his savings. He wanted to get a TV and a VCR at home so that he could watch movies at home.

After calculating the funds, even if the purchase is second-hand, it is still not something Burlogo can afford at the moment, and it seems that he has to endure it for a while.

Burrogo sighed for a long time. He found out in hell that after so long and so much, he still had to worry about money in the end.

It feels like it's all back to square one, which is too bad.

For a moment, Bologo was even in an illusion, whether he wanted to go out and fight the gangsters, this was an act of justice for him, the only thing he needed was...a little money from the gangsters.

This is probably considered black and white, and I don't know how the Bureau of Order thinks about this kind of behavior.

Thoughts were messed up, mixed together, and turned into a mess.

Looking at the phone, Bologo wondered if the Bureau of Order could pay the wages in advance. An excellent employee like himself should be able to pay some wages in advance, but at this moment the phone rang.

Burrog was stunned for two seconds, and then a look of joy appeared on his face.

Generally speaking, only Jeffrey would call himself, and when he contacted himself, it meant the arrival of the implantation ceremony.

As soon as he picked up the phone, a familiar voice rang.

"Bologo?"

"Well, it's me."

Burrog responded with joy in his voice, apart from beheading demons, few things could make Burrog so happy.

Implantation rituals, alchemy matrix, secret energy...

In fact, Bologo is already a member of the extraordinary world. His "resurrection" is stronger than most people's secret power, but this is not enough. Bologo needs a sharper sword. A heavier hammer.

"Is the Implantation Ritual ready?" Burrog asked.

Hearing this, Jeffrey's voice froze, he hesitated for a few seconds, and then his voice was dry.

"Well...something went wrong."

"What's the problem?" Burlogo felt bad for a while.

"Actually, the implantation ceremony is ready. According to your 'gift', we have selected several 'alchemy matrices' that are very suitable for you."

Boluogo's "resurrection from the dead" is a very powerful force, and if it is matched with a suitable secret energy, it will exert extremely powerful power.

"For example, the secret power of the 'Ascending Body School', Bloodthirsty, which allows you to draw blood from the flesh of others, and then strengthen yourself. With your 'resurrection from the dead', you will become a life harvester .”

Unfamiliar words spit out from Jeffrey's mouth, it sounds like the so-called secret energy, and it is divided into different schools.

"But something unexpected happened."

Here comes the bad news.

In the office, Jeffrey also felt a headache. Lebius was opposite him, with Yas and Ivan beside him.

Several people looked ready to fight, as if they were facing some difficult event.

Among them, there are files on the table, with the logo of the sublimation furnace core attached, the fruit entangled by poisonous snakes.

If only this one logo is okay, there is another slightly complicated logo next to the sublimation furnace core.

It was a symbol similar to a clover, and each leaf had a human face carved on it, and they had different and miserable appearances.

His eyes were blinded by molten iron, his mouth was sewn shut with needles and thread, and his eardrums were pierced by a dagger.

Poor man tormented and disturbed.

This is the symbol of the "Security Containment Department". The authority level is three. Most of the staff are not aware of the existence of this department. It is responsible for containing extraordinary entities that are difficult to handle.

This is not the end, Jeffrey's eyes continued to move up, and the last sign appeared in front of him.

The pattern of this logo is very simple, just a scepter, but metal-like crystals are precipitated from the tail of the scepter, turning into a sharp sword.

All the staff knew exactly what the "Stand and Sword" symbol represented.

Jeffrey said.

"This is an order from the 'Decision Room'."

"What order?"

"Interrupt your implantation ceremony...but don't worry, it's not about to fire you."

Jeffrey's voice paused.

"The implantation ceremony needs to be prepared again, because the 'Decision Room' carefully selected a brand new 'Alchemy Matrix' for you."

Sweeping across the logo of the "Security Containment Department", the nightmare from seven years ago flooded in like a tide, Jeffrey whispered in his heart.

"An 'alchemy matrix' that needs to be 'contained'."

(End of this chapter)