Endless Debt Chapter 241 - 32: Original Sins

When Bologue returned to the base room, Palr was already snoring on the single bed, as if he had completely made himself at ho, showing no signs of vigilance.

Bologue glanced around the room, which was very full. His single bed was in another corner of the room, right next to the boxes. If Bologue lay down quietly, standing at the door, it would be hard to notice his presence.

He brought over a chair, sat down at the table, and laid out the docunts he got from Teda. These were research materials left behind by Teda while studying the Alchemy Matrix of Overlord Xilin.

Bologue didn’t imdiately start reading the docunts. He felt a bit muddled, possibly because of the events he experienced today. He was sowhat exhausted and needed to rest.

"Ah..."

Leaning back against the chair, Bologue pressed hard against his temples, hoping to alleviate the fatigue in his heart.

The strong sense of exhaustion spread from the inside out. According to Teda, the Philosopher’s Stone contains echoes of humans from their lifeti. They call this phenonon Mind Projection. It seems that when Adelle’s Philosopher’s Stone was distinguished from so many others, it was due to this technique.

Aimou was influenced by the Mind Projection, becoming increasingly like Teda’s daughter, even though she was not Alice at all.

Belli’s concerns were justified. Teda was in a dire state; he was already blurring the boundaries between Aimou and Alice. Even worse, besides keeping a close eye on Teda, Bologue had no solution to any of this.

Bologue excelled at solving problems with violence, but many things cannot be influenced by force. Even if you beat soone to a pulp, so thoughts won’t change.

Like an unsolvable puzzle, it seemingly had no answer from the start.

This dilemma made Bologue very irritable. Fortunately, he was good at controlling his emotions and needed to do sothing else to divert his attention, like writing a report.

Bologue checked the door; it was tightly closed with no gaps. After making sure no one else was around except for the snoring Palr, Bologue sat back down at the table, picked up a pen and paper, and began to write while pondering.

This wasn’t a report for Lebius. Once work stabilized and there were no unexpected events, Bologue only needed to submit a report once a week to reduce workload pressure.

The current report was for Nesanel, docunting today’s encounter with the Corruption Cult.

The Ninth Group had close ties with Nesanel, who might already know what happened in Qiushang Town today. Bologue needed to fill in a key piece of this puzzle.

In the report, Bologue withheld nothing, writing down the abnormalities he sensed through Mind Projection, the enigmatic woman, and speculations about the Devils.

This is a bizarre and frenetic world. Sotis, Bologue alone cannot defeat all enemies; he needs allies... like a powerful Seeker of Glory.

After writing a whole page full, Bologue read it over several tis, thinking it was detailed enough, but just as he was about to stop, he hesitated and continued writing.

"Interesting, the Devils can extend the existence of faith. Even if this faith is so insane, so still choose to plunge into the flas."

Upon writing this, Bologue stopped. He took a booklet from inside his jacket, its cover red with a strange greasy feel, like so skin sared with oil.

This was found on Belli’s body, filled with mad praises, but whenever a revered na was involved, the nas were sared with blood, as if they were a taboo, unable to be written, ant only to reside in mory.

Logically, Bologue didn’t know the true na stained with blood, but under that weird influence, he instinctively called out the true na.

"Crimson Queen."

With his fingertips brushing against the coarse paper, Bologue spoke softly.

The true na of the Devil cannot be recorded on paper; thus, the Corruption Cult used another title to refer to the Devil they worshiped—the na being Crimson Queen.

"Faith is not fixed. Perhaps wandering paths may present another form of sect for the Tyrant, and the na Tyrant might just be a pseudonym, similar to Crimson Queen," Bologue analyzed, writing down this hypothesis.

From Bologue’s peculiar network, he had currently interacted with three Devils. The one he traded his soul with, about which he had no knowledge, was completely enveloped in mist. Then there were the Crimson Queen and Tyrant.

Pulling down his collar, Bologue looked at his chest. A woman’s handprint was clearly visible, neither painful nor itchy, without any strange sensation, like a tattoo etched on his skin, even Resurrection couldn’t heal it.

Bologue also wrote about this in hopes that Nesanel might know sothing. The deputy director always gave Bologue the impression of a Devil expert, seemingly knowing everything.

Sotis you have to admit that among the Devils Bologue has encountered, the Tyrant is actually the easiest to deal with. Though bizarre and mysterious, the rules he follows are extrely rational, creating a unique sense of order even in wandering paths.

From behind ca the sound of snoring again, Palr turned over, holding the quilt, and continued to sleep.

On the first day of moving in, Palr was like this. If ti goes on, Bologue is not sure if Palr will make this place like his ho, piled with various personal belongings, completely unlike a workplace.

Hmm... it feels okay, when dealing with his own people, Bologue is a very tolerant person, and his expert requirents are only directed at himself.

Turning his attention back to the report in front of him, Bologue’s expression beca serious.

"Gluttonous... Beelzebub."

Bologue silently mouthed the na, almost calling it to the void. Then every muscle in Bologue’s body tensed, remaining vigilant of his surroundings. Fortunately, nothing abnormal happened.

"I’m not a believer, but through Adelle’s words, I sowhat understand the content of those beliefs, like how in the eyes of these believers, humans are inherently sinful.

I don’t know what kind of connection exists between them, but that bizarre woman is given the prefix of Gluttony... Does this an the Devils na themselves after such original sins?

Seven deadly sins, seven madly howling Devils."

Bologue stopped writing, gazing at his text. The more he understood this world, the more he realized its grandeur and the insignificance of individuals.

He’s searching for the truth bit by bit, believing that in this world, there are others on the sa path, who surely know sothing, but all remain silent, as if they’ve compromised.

The figures of Serey and Wei’Er flashed before his eyes. These Undead are witnesses of history, and compared to their long years, Bologue finds himself particularly young.

He stuffed the papers into a file bag, picked it up, and then woke the sleeping Palr.

"It’s ti to clock out, Palr."

Bologue said to the bleary-eyed Palr.

"Huh?" Palr rubbed his eyes, sitting up from bed with a look of confusion.

Bologue waited a few minutes, and while tidying up his things, Palr cleared his head.

"How does it feel to be here?" Bologue asked.

"At least I slept pretty well," Palr suggested, "We can live here long term in the future, there’s no need for rent, and it’s close to our workstations. More accurately, we sleep right at the workstations."

About this, Palr was very serious, as he weighed the pros and cons.

"The only bad thing is, the environnt here isn’t great. The room is a bit narrow, and we two have to be roommates... are you interested in being my roommate?"

"Are you referring to when the faucet suddenly bursts while brushing teeth, or the bed suddenly collapses?" Bologue was well aware of Palr’s misfortune, and he firmly refused, "Work is work, life is life, don’t mix the two."

"Alright, alright, alright."

Palr waved his hand. He’s the kind of person who, if conditions permit, would live in the Field Operations Departnt’s activity room, and the Order Bureau wisely forbade having beds in the activity room.

"Did you finish writing the report?" Palr saw the file bag in Bologue’s hand.

"Yes, I need to head back to the Order Bureau to submit this," Bologue said, "If you’re in a hurry, you can go ahead."

"I don’t have anything urgent."

Palr looked at the tightly closed door, then stretched his body lazily.

"How are things, like with Teda, and Aimou?" Palr asked again.

This ti Palr was serious, and it’s rare for this guy to be serious, but often, when Palr is serious, he’s talking about important matters.

"There are so anomalies, but all within expectations." Bologue said.

"That’s not too bad, I wouldn’t want to live in the sa building as a potential enemy." Palr said as he pulled out a Flying Knife from under his pillow and put it back into the knife pouch he wore.

Bologue looked at Palr with a peculiar gaze, while Palr did not understand and said.

"Didn’t your family teach you? When sleeping at soone else’s place, you must remain vigilant."