"Ah!"
A sharp scream shattered the morning silence. Palr, as if waking from a nightmare, was surrounded by the lingering scent of last night’s alcohol, clutching the blanket to his chest and curling up in the corner of the bed.
The yet-to-be-tabolized alcohol filled his veins, and the hangover-induced headache blurred Palr’s vision. He could hear his heart pounding violently, breathing heavily as if he lacked oxygen.
Palr was grateful he was a Prayer Believer. As soone on the Path of Transcendence with an affinity for Ether, he was more robust than the average person, significantly reducing the chances of dying from fright.
"You... you..."
Palr swallowed, pointing at the figure standing in the doorway. The inexplicable scene was too overwhelming, leaving him speechless for a mont.
"? What about ?"
Bologue pointed at himself, glancing at the ti, then at the shocked Palr. He said, "Get dressed, Geoffrey is calling us. He doesn’t want us to be late."
"It’s sothing very important," Bologue speculated to himself. "It should be related to the upcoming negotiation. The King’s Secret Sword has not left during this period."
Palr didn’t hear a word Bologue said, his whole being tense to death.
To know, Bologue was soone who respected Palr’s privacy greatly, even though Palr often left his personal belongings scattered in the living room, Bologue usually pretended not to see.
As for Palr’s room, Bologue had never barged in without permission. He would always politely knock and patiently wait for Palr, but this ti, Bologue broke in directly. The most alarming thing was, Bologue’s face looked terrible at this mont.
Like soone who had gone through a great battle, or days of relentless fatigue, Bologue’s expression seed sowhat desolate and weary. His spirit and energy were significantly weakened, yet his eyes remained sharp, showing he hadn’t collapsed yet.
For an ordinary person, this deanor wouldn’t have agitated Palr so much. The main reason was when Bologue was silent and stared at you quietly, his unfocused gaze was chilling to the bone.
Palr, groggy and still drunk, suddenly saw such a desolate monster killer standing by his bed. In an instant, various dreadful outcos flooded Palr’s cerebral cortex.
"Wait a minute, when did you co back?"
Palr pressed down his excited heartbeat, speaking incoherently.
Bologue’s promotion ceremony ended in a rush. A few people stayed at the Undying Club until late, leaving without hearing from Bologue.
Palr thought Bologue would go missing for a while, but apparently, Bologue returned that very night.
"A few hours ago?" Bologue thought for a mont, "I just got back not long ago and then received the news."
"You an... you beca a Negative Power User?"
"Mm-hmm."
A brief flash of Ethereal Radiance burst from Bologue, the etheric reaction belonging to the Negative Power Tier, grazing past Palr’s face at close range.
Palr, a bit dazed, murmured, "Just like that you’ve been promoted?"
"Yeah, what did you think it would be like?"
Palr gradually sobered up from his hangover, saying with a complex expression, "You must understand, many people spend their whole lives unable to ascend to a Negative Power User."
"Limited by the capacity and talent of the soul?" Bologue said haughtily, "I don’t feel a thing. I’m not like them."
"I am the Savior, the Savior I recognize myself to be."
Bologue affird himself inwardly, clutching tightly the great banner rising in the wind.
Seeing Bologue’s calm deanor, Palr couldn’t help but sigh. Bologue indeed was steady. Even such a thing as ascending to a Negative Power User didn’t spark any joy in him? And his promotion was so uneventful, like Bologue just went out thrifting for second-hand goods.
Palr wasn’t aware of the Ethereal Realm exploration operation, nor did he understand Bologue’s later conversation with the Astronaut, and Mamo’s ntion of knowing King Solomon’s true na...
Within a few hours, Bologue experienced one critically important event after another, unraveling the fragnted mysteries of past years. In Bologue’s view, any one of them was more important than ascending to Negative Power User.
By comparison, Bologue naturally felt no excitent about his promotion. With a barrage of shocks, his nerves had beco temporarily numb.
"How long are you going to lie there?"
Bologue’s voice, unexpectedly cold and weary, passed into Palr’s ears, sending a shiver down his spine.
"Ah... this... this..."
Palr hesitated, Bologue squinted, stepping forward, ready to pull off Palr’s blanket to drag him out of bed when Palr scread again.
"Stop it! Stop it!"
"Work ti!"
Bologue grabbed the blanket as Palr clung to it, screaming, while a pink pillow erged from beneath the covers.
Silence reigned between the two for a few seconds.
"This... this was a gift from Vasilina," Palr said sheepishly, "said it was to keep company or sothing..."
Bologue could sowhat understand this couple dynamic of giving things to serve as so sort of emotional support.
But this did not stop Bologue from dragging Palr up to work.
"Wait up!"
"Wait for what! Haven’t slept enough?!"
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