The sunset dyed the clouds a crimson red, the entire sky seed ablaze, the scorching sun hung at the horizon’s edge, making it hard to look directly at. In the parking lot outside the Order Bureau, Palr sat in the driver’s seat, while Bologue took the passenger seat.
"That’s pretty much it, next there’s a small gathering to celebrate our successful promotion, and also to help you vent so inner gloom, make you a bit more optimistic..."
"Alright, alright, just drive already."
Bologue waved dismissively, looking indifferent. He could only bear half of Palr’s nonsense; without Palr’s ramblings, he wouldn’t be considered soone with psychological problems.
"Haha!"
Palr laughed non-stop, this guy always found amusent in odd places, no wonder he got along so well with Serey.
Palr said, "Speaking of which, we also invited Aimou, but she refused."
Bologue shifted his gaze from the scene outside to Palr’s face, "What happened?"
"She said she’s busy, nobody knows what she’s busy with, so she declined."
Palr scrutinized Bologue curiously, "You two don’t have any conflicts..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Bologue shot him a signature stern look, and Palr’s rambling got stuck in his throat.
Awkwardly coughing a few tis, Palr started the car.
Feeling the vibration of the engine, Bologue reached out and buckled his seatbelt.
"Are you serious?"
Palr shouted loudly, Bologue’s act of buckling his seatbelt made him feel insulted.
Bologue remained unmoved and said, "Traffic regulations. Didn’t your instructor ntion these when you took driving lessons?"
"You..."
Palr halted his words, almost unable to criticize anything. He couldn’t just say, "You fear getting unlucky with ," as that would admit he’s the jinx.
Regarding the self-awareness of being a jinx, Palr was always flexible. When convenient, he called himself a jinx to dodge responsibility; when not, he resisted the label, saying others misjudged him.
Bologue couldn’t care less about this, turned on the radio, listening to the noise, and looked at the scenery outside.
Bologue indeed felt so oppression; even though he was promoted to a Prayer Believer, the cheerful sentints hardly diluted this oppression.
His mind continually replayed the image of the astronaut and various aspects of his "past life." Those mories for Bologue seed too distant. Reflecting on them now carried an unreal sensation.
Was that real, or so fabrication?
His life was the sa.
Does Bologue Lazarus truly possess free will or is he rely a character penned by soone?
He couldn’t comprehend, Bologue wanted to chat with Nesanel but realized he lacked the capability to contact this Minister of External Affairs. Asking Lebius, Lebius indicated Nesanel often goes missing, and he frequently couldn’t contact him either.
No one provided answers for Bologue, nor could Bologue uncover them himself, so he could only strive to forget these chaotic matters, to make his current life more comfortable.
"I’m the Undead..." Bologue muttered to himself, "I have endless ti to seek the truth."
"What did you say?"
Palr turned and asked, Bologue ignored him, pretending not to hear.
Bologue didn’t know the exact location of the gathering; anyway, he left it to Palr. If Palr wasn’t unlucky, he was actually quite reliable.
Watching the bustling traffic, stopping and going at intersections, Oubos in Oath City was vast, so large that it branched into various districts, many people spent a significant amount of ti on commutes.
Palr disliked silence, so he started a conversation topic with Bologue, "Bologue, what’s up with your Secret Energy?"
"You an Fla of the Cauldron?"
Bologue perked up a bit. Unlike Palr, who inherited a perfect path, Bologue’s path to promotion was completely unknown, including naming, information recording, and so on. All were entirely led by Bologue himself.
"Mm-hmm, during the bout, I felt my Flying Knife was disrupted by you... Given the nature of your Secret Energy, it shouldn’t be, but that’s what happened."
The car halted at a red light. Palr carefully pondered, "It’s as if you broke through the limitations of Ethereum Mutual Exclusion, thus affecting ."
"Breaking Ethereum Mutual Exclusion? That sounds a bit incredible."
Bologue hadn’t noticed these things, during the bout he constantly thought about how to bypass Palr’s observation to deliver a fatal blow.
"You and I are of the sa Tier, wanting to break through the nature of Ethereum Mutual Exclusion is sowhat too presumptuous."
Bologue provided the denial.
In the disputes among Condensers, Ether from different Condensers interferes and repels each other, which is Ethereum Mutual Exclusion. Among them, Ethereum Mutual Exclusion manifests most obviously, protecting the Condenser’s own shield, which is the Rectangular Soul Critical.
Under the protection of Rectangular Soul Critical, Condensers themselves won’t be disturbed by external forces, but when the Tier difference is too great, or the injury too severe, the self-protective Rectangular Soul Critical will gradually collapse, and then be influenced by the opponent.
Palr didn’t continue talking and stepped on the brakes; they arrived at the destination.
"Oh? It’s here, you really know how to pick."
Bologue glanced at the surrounding environnt, imdiately recalling his experiences here.
Here, in Landling District, is not far from the dock. Initially, he and Palr’s first operation was around here, he rembers it was a raid on a Man-eater’s warehouse.
Bologue also rembers, around this bar, he encountered Afeiya from the flower shop and even helped her solve so troubles.
Palr patted Bologue’s shoulder, signaling him to follow. Familiar feelings from mory kept surfacing as Palr led Bologue to the bar where he t Afeiya back then; Bologue didn’t expect it would actually be here.
When the two arrived, the sky had already turned dark. Lingna District was quite far from here, and they spent considerable ti on the way.
Nightfall had just descended, and there weren’t many people inside the bar. A person was already seated at a table near the bar, waiting for the two.
"Yo! Church!"
Palr waved at the figure; Church turned his head and nodded at them.
After sitting down, their gazes intertwined briefly.
"Is it just us?"
Bologue felt deceived by Palr again; instead of a promotion ceremony celebration, this felt more like a few of them grabbing a drink after work. If so, they didn’t need to co all this way. They could have had a good drink at the Undying Club.
"Temporarily, it’s like this."
Church checked the ti. This ti his appearance was still as Bologue rembered, unremarkable, hard to notice in a crowd.
With several encounters, through chatting with Church, Bologue also roughly understood Church’s Secret Energy.
Secret Energy·Faceless Man belongs to the Body Ascension school of Secret Energy; it doesn’t have offensive abilities, just modifies the Condenser’s appearance and physique.
Since joining the Order Bureau, Church has been working at Crow’s Nest, hence when choosing Secret Energy as a Condenser, he opted for this perfectly fitting intelligence personnel Secret Energy.
"What do you an temporarily?"
Bologue felt sothing was amiss, then imdiately understood why.
When night falls, those who can only live in shadows erge. The bar’s door was forcefully pushed open, a mysterious stranger appeared at the entrance, dressed in a pitch-black long coat, completely concealing his physical characteristics.
Bologue was just getting a bit wary, then the stranger took off his hat, revealing ruby-like eyes.
"What a coincidence! Everyone!"
Serey casually seated, animated in front of everyone.
"Is this all?"
Bologue looked at Palr coldly; he already wanted to go ho.
"Don’t rush, mainly here for so special activities."
Palr spoke mysteriously, his eyes signaling Serey; Serey seed to understand, lifting a pitch-black box onto the table.
Under Bologue’s curious gaze, Serey opened the box in one swift motion.
No surprising events occurred; inside the box was just a pile of dices, cards, chess pieces, and a large map.
Serey efficiently spread the map, occupying more than half the table, and selected several chess pieces from it, asking everyone to pick.
Bologue was a bit puzzled, "What are you up to?"
Serey enthusiastically said, "Bologue, you’re a bit ignorant here!"
After the preliminary setup, a complex and grand chess board structure appeared before Bologue, resembling a war ga board.
Serey picked up a twelve-sided dice, speaking mysteriously.
"You’ve never played tabletop gas?"
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