Endless Debt

Chapter 1262 - 76: Diary

In Bologue’s understanding, envy often stems from admiration and desire for others, but under the Devil’s power, these emotions become twisted, making them more maddening.Now, Bologue could feel it.

After frequent use of Protection·Soul Sucking and Essence Stealing, the curse erupted at this moment, and Bologue felt a strong desire, a desire for slaughter, an oath to destroy all the formidable enemies before him.

This desire did not appear suddenly; it was generated over continuous battles.

Bologue was neither angry nor had he lost his sanity; he still could formulate strategies clearly and discern pros and cons, but like an obsession, he could not control his next moves.

"It strengthens a certain thought of mine, and I won’t rest until it is achieved."

Bologue analyzed the effects of the curse on him deep in his heart, while his body acted instinctively against his consciousness.

Gripping the hand axe and blade, Bologue’s body became agile, his movements like a leopard, swift and graceful, carrying a fierce momentum, slicing through the air, the hand axe whistling down, precisely hacking at the shoulder of the security staff, tearing through clothes and flesh.

The anticipated blood didn’t splash, instead, ether’s luster rose, blossoming like flowers in the dark, beautiful yet cruel.

Grievance swirled in Bologue’s hands, gleaming with a cold light. He aimed at the heart of the security staff, stabbing out a sword, the security staff quickly retreated to dodge this strike, but a ghostly blue sword mark followed its steps, then a curved pathway rift split open.

Bologue passed through the curved pathway rift, appearing from nowhere, Grievance followed the previous trajectory, perfectly penetrating its heart, flesh torn apart, Protection·Soul Sucking and Essence Stealing activated again, pure ether sprayed out, tracing a gorgeous arc.

Bologue’s expression was unprecedentedly serious, now as if he lost control over his body, everything was to satisfy that desire, he didn’t want to activate the protection anymore, but under the loss of bodily control, the protection kept activating.

Would this deepen his desire? Would he remain out of control?

Bologue didn’t know, it was the first time he encountered the curse of envy, this feeling was awful, as if his consciousness was imprisoned in the body, and the one in reality was just a walking corpse.

The current torment was just the desire for slaughter, but what about other desires? Some more precise purposes?

What Bologue could be sure of was that the level of the curse he was enduring was currently the lightest, merely a desire for slaughter.

Envy is not an independent original sin; it is based on "others."

What if Bologue felt envy towards someone else and was affected by the curse?

Bologue dared not think further, but his body was still in action, like an elusive phantom, weaving through the enemy’s encirclement, unmatched by anyone.

Alternating between the hand axe and blade, each move was coherent and impeccable, the intricate attacks merged into a violent dance.

From top to bottom chops, sweeping from left to right, every hit was filled with deadly killing intent, Bologue’s actions were cold and resolute, so fast that they could hardly be seen clearly.

The security staff tried to harness the power of the Ruins District to suppress Bologue, but even if they broke Bologue’s bones, crushed his spine, they still couldn’t curtail Bologue’s actions.

As long as it’s ether, it can be plundered.

Bologue and the security staff formed a peculiar equilibrium, they summoned endless ether, and Bologue continuously plundered their ether, forming a cycle.

His slashes were as dense as raindrops, and the security staff couldn’t resist, only able to be brutally cut down, the wind noise from the hand axe and blade became increasingly sharp, the intertwined scene of swords and shadows was utterly chilling.

Furya watched this scene from afar, she thought Bologue was crazy, but noticed something even more bizarre in Bologue’s eyes.

Throughout, Bologue never roared in battle, and his eyes were eerily calm, as if a corpse was dancing.

A silent, deathly dance of demise.

When Bologue swung his final sword, he completely shattered the last security staff, and commanding the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, sealed and solidified their broken bodies one by one, transforming them into heavy iron coffins, and hurled them toward the Forge Furnace Volcano outside.

The desire was satisfied, Bologue felt his body return to control, he couldn’t help but sigh with relief, followed by a deep fear.

If the desire were some definite goal? For example, if triggered during a battle with the Regent King, would I lose control of my body, trying every way to kill the Regent King, not stopping even if I fell on the path?

The hazy light still watched Bologue like a giant eye peering into the world, the overly bright light interrupted Bologue’s thoughts, then he noticed the light was dimming.

As the security staff were forcibly repelled by Bologue, the twisted buildings began to reset, the once open roads were closing up.

"It’s going to close!"

Furya’s voice sounded from behind, she was clutching a large bundle of documents, stumbling and running toward the end of the corridor.

At the end of the road elongated by the architectural deformation, the main laboratory was exposed. To understand what Mamo had researched, they must go there.