Endless Debt Chapter 731 - 212: The Author Has Passed Away2

With Ether as a constant companion, Ether gradually transforms the body of a Condenser. When reaching the Third Stage as a Negative Power User, the Etherealization achieved is most remarkable.

Aimou’s explanation was sowhat too simplistic, making Bologue realize that perhaps Etherealization could also be seen as a kind of "oxidation."

Aimou stepped forward and gently caressed the surface of the Constant tal. Her arm beca ethereal and attempted to penetrate the Constant tal, but as before, a repulsive force ca, denying Aimou’s transgression.

"If certain alchemical materials are exposed to Ether for prolonged periods, they too will be affected by Ether to so extent, similar to how tal oxidizes. The range of impact is almost negligible, but the effect undeniably exists."

Aimou said seriously, "In rigorous research, such discrepancies are absolutely unacceptable. Typically, these materials that easily react with Ether are placed under Ether vacuum conditions, but maintaining an Ether vacuum requires enormous resources, and the Ether vacuum environnt is easily influenced by external factors."

Aimou was deeply touched by this. In one experint, the external Ether concentration suddenly increased, directly compressing the range of the Ether vacuum, resulting in the failure of Aimou’s experint.

"But it’s different with Constant tal. As long as it’s used as a container, it can repel all Ether and thus maintain internal stability."

Just like an insect sealed in Amber.

Duwa analyzed, "In this light, the Original Object is likely a material that easily reacts with Ether. That’s why King Solomon had to use it to protect it."

Lebius was silent for a mont, nodded in agreent. Now Duwa was gradually showing his value, and Lebius began to look forward to the follow-up analysis of the Original Object.

"This ans we need to find another way back to the Order Bureau," Duwa said directly to Lebius this ti. "You have to know, the Curved Path Gate itself is a reality distortion for entering materials. We can easily step into the gate, but the Constant tal will definitely reject the gate, refusing to be distorted by the path."

Duwa made an analogy, "People went in, but the Constant tal stayed outside."

At this mont, so unresolved mysteries also had their answers. When the tenth group was attacked, Gold couldn’t bring the Original Object back to the Order Bureau because the Constant tal rejected reality’s distortion. He could only flee carrying the Constant tal, searching for a way back to the Order Bureau.

The few people engaged in fierce discussions again, but nobody noticed that on the smooth, mirror-like tal surface, small cracks were gradually forming where Bologue had just touched.

Bologue shook the Constant tal. Although the impact was nearly zero, and it would be difficult to see such microscopic changes without a lens, it was indeed truly happening, as sure as the iron laws of reality.

During the exchange, Duwa’s gaze lingered on Bologue. He noticed the peculiarity in Bologue’s Secret Energy. Duwa felt as though he had seen similar power sowhere, but he couldn’t recall it.

...

In Palr’s life, there were two collapses of his worldview. The first was during his coming of age ceremony when his beloved old father, with a smile on his face, told him about the various dangers and crises lurking in the Extraordinary World. The young Palr was so scared that he cried on the spot, isolated himself for many days.

The second collapse of his worldview happened after Palr had worked for a while, when he encountered a sacrificial ceremony of a cult, and was forced to beco a Debtor. Fortune and misfortune toyed with Palr’s life, kicking him around like a mouse. No matter how youthful and full of zeal he once was, in the end, only numbness from being played with remained.

If possible, Palr thought that the two collapses of his worldview were already enough. Neither his spirit nor his body could bear the impact of a third collapse, but no matter what, Palr didn’t expect that this day would still co, and in such a peculiar way.

Palr sat by Ewen’s bedside, like an abandoned desolate maiden, his voice quivering with sobs, his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes hollow. He could no longer withstand it, but he still feigned strength and asked.

"So... his exit, it was simply because you didn’t know how to write it, and not due to so deeper aning?"

"Yes," Ewen confird Palr’s statent. "When I wrote this character, I just felt the word count was a bit short and needed so characters to fill the content. As for the exit, it’s because he had too many storylines, and it was hard to untangle. I was too lazy to think, so I just let him exit."

Palr almost lost his breath, nearly passed out. If not for the Prayer Believers’ resilience, he really thought he might have a heart attack.

"Then this part of the plot, is it the sa? All the rare sweet warmth is just fake?"

"Oh? This part," Ewen scratched his head, "My editor said, young people nowadays like to read sothing more family-friendly, so they asked to write sothing like that. Um... that’s it."

Palr clutched his chest, feeling a pang of heartache. "Then... what about this part? Surely this part isn’t sothing you just made up, right?"

Ewen said casually, "This part isn’t, but it’s a pity. I should have written it better, but I was in a rush to submit my draft, so I just put together a couple of lines and turned it in."

Palr fell completely silent. According to the plot in the novel, this would be the ti for him to shakily pull out a cigarette, place it in his mouth, and gaze at the distance with a mournful look, or perhaps cover his face in agony.