Endless Debt Chapter 1030 - 97: Preparing for Battle

Bologue believed that he never lacked the courage to face death, but the more he felt this way, the more curious he became about how he became an undead in the first place.

A suspicion that had long troubled Bologue rose in his heart.

If the real you and the you you envision are entirely different, what would you do?

What if, as they say, Bologue is actually just a coward?

When Bologue left the Inverted Hall and returned to the Cultivation Room, he was still pondering this question. After much thought, he realized once more that while an Undying Body may be exempt from physical and mortal limitations, it focuses on torturing the soul of every undead.

Eternal descent.

Thinking of these things, Bologue became aware once more of the importance of the Undying Club to Serey and the others. It gathered the undead together, and although they were all first-class scum, they could find warmth in each other here, alleviating the pain caused by this terrifying torment.

"What a mess..." Bologue muttered softly.

This time, Bologue again took on an extremely important role, leading the Suicide Squad, and leading a group of King’s Secret Swords, which seemed a bit crazy no matter how he thought about it.

Bologue had a feeling in his heart; he always felt this operation wouldn’t be so smooth... indeed, when had any of his operations ever been smooth.

Compared to Palmer, he was the complete jinx.

Today, Bologue didn’t linger in the Order Bureau for too long. Usually, before an operation, Bologue wouldn’t allow himself to get overly tense; instead, he would intentionally relax to bring himself to a perfect state.

Nearing noon, Bologue left the Order Bureau. He did not go to the Undying Club but returned home directly, pushed open the door, and glanced at the living room. Palmer’s room was still tightly closed, and faint snoring could be heard from behind the door—he was still asleep.

Ignoring Palmer, Bologue returned to his bedroom and opened the Origin Manual and briefly updated the records about the undead.

"The Devil employs certain methods to trap the undead in a cycle of suffering, thus subjecting them to torment."

Bologue encountered many undead, but only a few became his enemies—only Bai Ou and the Silent Ones left a lasting impression.

Bai Ou was physically undying, yet unable to heal proactively, requiring sewing with thread for recovery. Under the influence of Protection·Chaotic Joy, he dwelled long in emptiness and nothingness. Even though tearing his body could transform pain into pleasure, each invasion of merriment raised his numbness threshold, until even leaping into a sea of flames provided no satisfaction, driving him into complete madness.

The Silent Ones embodied greed and division. If he wanted to gain all power, he had to become unique; yet after transforming into the only one, he also possessed the possibility of being killed.

Writing this, Bologue couldn’t help but marvel at the horrific nature of the Devil’s schemes—using power and greed to create such perfect instruments of torture.

Every undead is a prisoner, serving eternal sentences.

Bologue closed the notebook and placed it back in the drawer, pausing momentarily before opening a cabinet on the side. This cabinet to an extent served as a commemorative cabinet for Bologue, partly inspired by the cabinet full of cups from good friends in the Undying Club.

The lifespan of the undead is exceedingly long. Memory alone isn’t reliable; no one can assure whether memories will fade or even be forgotten.

Thus, when Bologue was still relatively young, he began accumulating these things—they could be seen as memorabilia or as trophies.

He glanced over swiftly; first was a ticket to the theatre, preserved well without any fold—or crease—even after so long, within Oubos occasional discussions about "Wandering Rat" continued.

Then there were several of Adelle’s diaries and with them, Ewen’s new book. These represented significant events that Bologue had experienced; nevertheless, memorabilia of the time-axis disorderly when he didn’t know what to take as souvenirs from that major event was absent.

Should Aimou be directly stuffed into the cabinet? That doesn’t seem quite reasonable.

Thinking this, Bologue reached into the cabinet, felt around, and pulled out a necklace.

A circle and a cross—this necklace from Adelle resembled a blessing, transcending time and space, bestowed upon Bologue.

Bologue cherished the gift from an old friend very much; hence it was always stored in the cabinet rather than worn on him at all times.

Considering his work intensity, even the Alchemy Armament would suffer damage, not to mention these ordinary necklaces; Bologue didn’t want it to depart from him so soon.

After playing with it briefly, Bologue tidied up the cabinet and closed the door just as noises outside heralded Palmer waking up.

Palmer stretched and yawned long; sleeping soundly did wonders for relieving his body and mind; now Palmer’s complexion looked much better than before.

Seeing Palmer awake, Bologue cleared his throat, thoughtfully said to him.

"Now there’s a good news and a bad news, which one would you like to hear first?"

Palmer rubbed his belly with a drowsy look at Bologue: "What’s the good news?"