Endless Debt Chapter 205: Epilogue3

One day, that guy suddenly erged from self-destruction, sitting in a corner, a pensive look on his face."

The Prison Warden still rembered that mont; it was probably the first ti in years that the Prison Warden had spoken to him. After so many years without speaking, he stuttered when he spoke.

"I asked him what he was doing. He said he was reminiscing. Having mories allows him to endure solitude. Then, many years passed, and he still maintained his sanity, exercising in the narrow cell every day, reflecting on life."

"Sounds quite interesting indeed."

"Yes, I’ve seen many people walk toward destruction in the darkness, but it’s my first ti seeing soone crawl out of the abyss without any external help," the Prison Warden affird. "He maintained a regular life all the ti, even when his space was just that tiny patch of ground."

"I asked him, saying that this was all aningless and that he couldn’t leave here. He replied that he was an Undead. Mountains will crumble, kingdoms will fall, and even such a massive organization as ours will one day beco fragnted, but he is undying. As long as he waits, one day he will step on our ruins to regain freedom."

"Surprisingly philosophical. What does he plan to do after getting out?" Nesanel asked, "Beco a psychologist?"

"I don’t know, but I think he would investigate matters related to himself, explore the truth about the Fall of the Holy City, and seek out the details of his bargain with the Devil. He believes his hands are stained with the blood of those people, and regardless, he needs to give himself an answer, whether or not it’s the answer he wants."

Over these many years, the Prison Warden had been observing him. Compared to other prisoners, he was so unique, so peculiar.

The two paused, and unknowingly they had reached the bottom of the deep well. A lonely cell door stood there, confining the first prisoner since the Black Prison was established.

"Actually, there’s another purpose for imprisoning him for so long," the Prison Warden suddenly said.

"He is a Debtor, the Devil’s Deputy. He possesses a powerful Undying Body. It’s a pity he’s just an ordinary person lacking any power. By imprisoning him, we’ve also restricted the Devil’s actions," Nesanel said, understanding what the Prison Warden ant.

"We have always regarded this place as a trap. If the Devil wanted to activate this Deputy, they’d have to find a way to rescue him. But for so many years, nothing has happened, not even during the secret war... It seems even the Devil has forgotten about him."

The Prison Warden shook his head regretfully, then said.

"Yet now, we are actually going to release him on our own initiative."

For a mont, both fell silent. An eerie chill surged through their bones, their eyes eting involuntarily, until Nesanel’s awkward laughter broke the dead silence.

He laughed briefly before stopping, so sorrow creeping onto his face.

"Maybe, the Devil foresaw this day? No need for rescue; we are releasing him ourselves."

"Like a fate we cannot escape... That sounds truly terrifying," the Prison Warden said, reaching out to the sealed cell door. The touch was cold, like caressing ice.

"If we really are being manipulated by the Devil now, why is it now? Not earlier, not later, precisely at this mont to let him return to the world."

Nesanel couldn’t understand and didn’t bother trying to. He trusted his friend, believing that as the Director of the Order Bureau, he wouldn’t make the wrong decision.

In the darkness beneath the gray robe, a blazing white light burst forth instantly. Blazing Ether was released along his fingertips, even burning the cold gray-white tal of the cell door into a glowing crimson.

The golden seal sealing the cell door began to lt, large chunks falling off, even causing the ghostly engravings on the door to co alive, hoarsely gaping with bloody mouths and sharp claws and tails in the flowing and twisting tal.

The deep well stirred once again, monsters crashing against the cell door, their eerie voices converging, conversing and roaring.

"He’s going to be released."

"The people of the Order Bureau have finally gone mad."

"A bigger villain, a bigger monster!"

In the endless whispers and shouts, Nesanel’s eyes glowed with Canyin, resonantly saying.

"Quiet!"

The power of glory spread out, stirring a storm inside the deep well, even repelling the sticky darkness. Yet, the hordes of demons did not cease, instead laughing even louder, ridiculing Nesanel’s foolishness.

But when the golden seal lted, and the spirits perished, leaving only the cold iron cell door open, the hordes of demons suddenly quieted down. Not even a whisper was present, for fear of disturbing what lay beneath the deep well.

The world was quiet, a frenzy of madness growing wild in the stillness.

Nesanel peered nervously into the darkness inside the cell door, ready if a monster rushed out, to kill it and cast its body into steel, even if it could be resurrected, forever solidified at the bottom of this deep well.

Incandescent trails of light faintly appeared on Nesanel’s body surface. He stepped inside but did not find a monster, only a person doing a one-handed handstand in the center of the cell.

Sweat pooled beneath the man, suggesting that he’d maintained the handstand for so ti. His body, like a stone sculpture, motionless, had complete control over every muscle through years of training.

He gracefully twisted his body, silently touching the ground with his feet, then stood up straight. His azure eyes scrutinized Nesanel. This was the first person he had seen in all these years.

For so reason, Nesanel felt sowhat unnerved by his gaze, and then he realized the source of his unease.

In this dark, despair-filled cage, the man had spent a long ti alone. Not only had he risen from destruction, but he also maintained his sanity, contemplating an unimaginably distant future. He was not a monster, yet surpassed a monster.

"Bologue Lazarus."

Nesanel uttered the man’s na, gazing into those cold azure eyes, feeling as if he had spoken an ominous curse.

"You... are free."