Endless Debt Chapter 1026 - 96: Suicide Squad

The roar of engines reverberated through Bologue’s mind, followed by a tide of rage, as if countless warriors were yelling beside Bologue, urging him to lead them into a charge and slaughter. Then, Bologue caught a mysterious fragrance.

Just a moment of sniffing caused Bologue’s mouth to produce a flood of saliva, as though it were some rare delicacy, and his body started to stir with a strange hunger from his abdomen.

Bologue quickly found the source of the fragrance.

"You smell really good right now." Bologue said calmly.

"Huh?"

Aimou was stunned. This unexpected comment left her at a loss, and she sniffed around; besides the bloody scent from the hand axe, there was only the smell of engine oil on her. But Bologue claimed it smelled good.

Does he have some strange fetish?

"Hmm, interesting. This hand axe is affecting me."

Bologue raised the hand axe, wrapped it in layers that tightly bound his palm to the axe handle, causing blood to seep from the gaps and flow into the axe.

"It should be urging me to kill, and you, all potential targets, would become sweet and delicious under its influence, like some kind of hallucination."

Bologue moved his wrist, the hand axe cutting through the air with a fierce sound.

"You’re... you’re being influenced by it?" Aimou snapped out of her daze, but looking at Bologue’s calm demeanor, it didn’t seem like he was controlled by hallucinations at all.

"Yes, its mental erosion is weaker than I expected, perhaps because it hasn’t extracted enough blood yet."

Once again, clanging iron sounds and battle cries echoed in Bologue’s ears. Others might be boiling with excitement, but Bologue was used to it; these illusions affecting him were no more impactful than Aimou’s teasing.

"I think I understand. For others, this Contract Object would indeed be difficult to control, but I might be able to give it a try."

Saying so, Bologue drew the grudge bite hanging at his waist, the dark blade swiftly slashed down, a slight hindrance at the wrist, but then all obstacles vanished.

The grudge bite swept away, and the binding shattered. Bologue’s bloodstained hand freed itself from the hand axe’s hold, and the axe fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The hallucinations weakened, and in the words that were about to extinguish, there was a sense of resentment and hatred. If this Contract Object had self-awareness, it had been starved too long in the Order Bureau’s warehouse and was loudly cursing Bologue’s actions.

Bologue raised an eyebrow, the ether strength of a Negative Power User made his healing incredibly fast. In seconds, the axe’s backlash had already healed.

"Can I take this Contract Object?"

Bologue said, stepping on the hand axe, fully suppressing its agitation.

"It was meant to be yours," Aimou said, "It’s just gathering dust in the warehouse, but if handed to you, it might have extraordinary effects."

Bologue nodded, patiently waiting for the hand axe to cool down, until the indistinct sounds of drums and engines completely disappeared from his ears.

"It’s indeed a tricky weapon, but I am confident I can control it."

Bologue bent down to pick up the hand axe, avoiding being cut again by its sharp, finely jagged blade. Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid wrapped around the axe, gradually thinning out, like a silver plating on the blade, completely sheathing its edge.

After swinging it a few times, Bologue marveled at how this weapon truly was born for slaughter. Simply holding it gave Bologue a sense of inexplicable power, and both the handling feel and weight distribution were nothing short of perfect.

Wrapping it in black cloth, Bologue casually tucked the hand axe at his waist, as if the bloody scene that had just occurred was nonexistent.

Aimou was silent for a moment, unable to resist examining Bologue closely, "You don’t feel anything else?"

"No."

"Really? Dizziness? A desire to kill? A tendency towards violence? None at all?"

Aimou rattled off a slew of questions, while Bologue kept shaking his head, indicating no issues.

"How is this possible?"

Aimou grabbed Bologue’s hand, measuring his heart rate and various other metrics. Seconds later, the results were in, showing some fluctuations but still within controllable limits.

Looking at Bologue now, Aimou’s gaze was full of disbelief, followed by a few traces of apology and pity.

"I... I always thought you were pretending to be foolish," Aimou murmured, "Turns out you really are!"

"What do you mean?" Bologue genuinely didn’t understand this time.

"Your emotions, are you wooden or something? You don’t have any emotional fluctuations?" Aimou shouted.

In the archives, there was a long list of kills associated with the Vengeful Saw Axe, of course, it only killed its users. Such a bizarre, sinister weapon came into Bologue’s hand and was so casually discarded, even stomped twice.

With the identity of a Scholar, Aimou immediately linked it to many things and, holding Bologue’s hands, cried passionately, "You may have psychological deficiencies without realizing it!"

For example, lacking any emotion!

Following this line of thought, Aimou found that many things suddenly made sense.