Endless Debt Chapter 1024 - 95: Blood Hand Axe (Part 3)

"Alright, stop!"

Aimou loudly interrupted Bologue, thinking that this guy’s description was too bizarre, yet still hoping to hear something nice from him.

"Did my bribe work?" Bologue asked.

Aimou was silent for a moment, then spoke with righteous indignation, "Wow! Bologue, I thought you were a diligent and excellent employee, yet here you are openly bribing!"

Bologue knew it, he just knew it would be like this!

Aimou seized the opportunity to chatter non-stop. Bologue didn’t really mind it; it’s just that in conversations like this, he rarely had the upper hand and was at a disadvantage throughout. But Bologue was a competitive person.

Bologue could only try to use other means to win the verbal battle.

He lifted Aimou with one hand, her feet leaving the ground. Her voice of complaint grew weaker, until it resembled the whispers of mosquitoes.

"Isn’t this coercion by force..."

Bologue directly ignored Aimou’s words, realizing that he shouldn’t listen to her; her words only led him into traps.

"Are you sober now?"

Aimou nodded, and Bologue then let her back down.

With her feet on the ground, courage returned to Aimou as she complained, "You’re really boring."

Bologue confessed, "I just realized that I can’t win against you in a verbal battle."

"So does that mean I won?" Aimou’s eyes sparkled.

"You won."

Bologue felt like he was placating a child, not understanding where Aimou got such a strange competitive spirit.

Aimou skipped and jumped, opening a door on one side of the corridor. It was a temporary warehouse with all sorts of disorganized items and various labels covering iron boxes.

Bologue stood at the door, watching Aimou rummage through the boxes. Soon, she picked up a small box and handed it to Bologue.

Opening the box, inside lay the familiar Phantom Dagger. Only now, the blade was no longer as exquisite and shiny as before, but rather showed many scratches and stubborn rust. Numerous cracks filled the blade, with golden metal filling these gaps like glue, temporarily healing the weapon’s wounds.

After twirling the dagger in his hand a few times, Bologue tucked it back into his belt, the hem of his clothes covering it for perfect concealment.

"Besides, when I was searching the warehouse, I found something very suitable for you," Aimou said, mysteriously, arms folded behind her back. "The application went smoothly; it was approved just after a few days."

"What’s the item?" Bologue asked curiously.

Aimou didn’t answer, instead she raised her head proudly, looking smug.

Bologue roughly guessed her meaning, so he said, "I’ve already bribed you once."

"Oh, fine."

Aimou realized she couldn’t get anything more from Bologue today. He was the kind of guy who was a bit shy, and needed a gradual approach, not a quick one.

Aimou took out the mysterious item from behind her and unveiled the black cloth covering it, revealing a blood-stained hand axe in her hand.

"Ta-da!"

Aimou mimicked a sound like winning the lottery.

Unlike Aimou’s face of delight, when Bologue saw the hand axe, his expression turned solemn. He could feel the dense aura of blood and murderous intent emanating from it, seemingly affecting one’s spirit. Staring at it too long, Bologue even faintly heard the cries of countless people before they died.

"What is this?" Bologue asked.

"A contract object. Due to its exorbitant price, few employees can use it smoothly, hence it was contained until I discovered it again."

Aimou placed the hand axe on an iron box nearby. After a brief moment of delight, she too felt waves of murderous intent from the axe, an unease growing and spreading from within her heart.

Bologue picked up the hand axe. Its overall appearance wasn’t unusual, except for the numerous scratches and blood stains on the metallic surface. He tried to wipe with a black cloth, but as soon as one blood stain was cleaned, another dry blood stain would surface.

"Interesting..."

Bologue raised the hand axe, studying its form under the overhead light, while Aimou explained this bizarre weapon to him.

"This is a high level contained contract object."

High level indicates that this contract object could cause significant casualties, thus it requires high-grade containment protection. Among contract objects without clear class distinction, this presents a unique classification system. For example, Bologue’s Face of Horror belongs to lower-level containment. As long as no one goes mad and wears it on their face, it’s exceedingly safe.

"Its origin is somewhat special. It is said to have been forged over a century ago during the Dawn War as an alchemy armament. But due to the battle’s madness and brutality, its user sought powers from the Devil to annihilate the enemy. The Devil responded and endowed this axe with that power, allowing the user to decimate enemy troops."

Aimou recalled the information and continued explaining, "The user wielded its power invincibly, but gradually was dragged into madness by the price exacted by the axe, leading to indiscriminate slaughter, and eventually died at the hands of his comrades.

From then on, this powerful contract object experienced several owners, none of whom could manage it long-term. Some retained their sanity and voluntarily abandoned the weapon, while others succumbed to rage and were controlled by it."