Endless Debt Chapter 1081 - 113: Free-for-All

Within ruins shrouded by mist, a solitary figure struggles upward, appearing as minuscule as the world's sole survivor in this desolate expanse.

Amidst the dense, gray atmosphere, Bologue fights to deploy Ether, desperately warding off the encroaching Decay Plague.

Following a period of quiet contemplation, he has gained a rough understanding of the Shadow King's motives. It appears the Shadow King isn't simply feigning his demise to flee and transmit intelligence about the First Seat's infiltration to the Order Bureau; he's also actively working to conceal his true power from the First Seat.

Bologue deduces that the Alchemy Matrix he possesses likely originated from the Astronaut, and it's highly probable the Astronaut obtained this very Alchemy Matrix from King Solomon.

The obsession the King's Secret Sword holds for Xilin's corpse is largely driven by a desire to harness the power of this Alchemy Matrix, with the ultimate goal of retrieving Xilin's body and replicating such formidable royal might.

Should his concealed power be revealed, the First Seat, with their keen perception, would likely identify Bologue's abilities. This recognition could lead to him being neutralized, contained, and subsequently taken back to the King's Secret Sword.

Bologue comprehends that the Shadow King's primary concern is not his personal safety. The Shadow King's objective remains straightforward: to ensure the First Seat does not achieve victory.

Amongst a multitude of clashes, the animosity between the Shadow King and the First Seat is utterly unresolvable. Such profound hatred drives the Shadow King to the brink, willing to forge even a pact with the Devil.

Bologue presses onward with heavy steps, carefully sidestepping the epicenter of the Decay Plague's outbreak. Despite his efforts, the pervasive, dense gas continues to spread, saturating the entire area.

Beneath the swirling vapors, numerous structures recede into the distance, their indistinct blue-gray silhouettes blurring against the air.

Reaching out, one cannot perceive their own fingers. Utter silence reigns as no light pierces the thick fog, as if an unseen darkness has enveloped all vision.

This somber tableau evokes profound fear and an overwhelming sense of loneliness. Individual existence feels utterly insignificant, crushed by an immense, heavy silence. A gust of wind passes, yet the fog remains completely still, leaving this smog-choked world devoid of any sound.

The insidious hiss of corrosion can be heard. Bologue's own Ether is being rapidly depleted, and soon, he will face extreme difficulty sustaining his defenses.

The faint sound of trickling water reaches his ears. Bologue catches a hazy glimpse of liquid flowing from stone slabs—the putrid discharge from human flesh, thoroughly corroded.

The Decay Plague's corrosive power is terrifyingly intense, swiftly eating away at human skin and muscle, releasing a stench so foul it induces nausea.

Fallen bodies, subjected to the relentless erosion of the Decay Plague, have all dissolved into streams of pus.

Bologue also observes many corpses that have not yet fully decomposed, and some individuals who are still inexplicably alive.

Bologue has no way of knowing the identities of these struggling figures within the mist. They could belong to the King's Shield Guard or the King's Secret Sword. The only certainty is that those who survived the initial onslaught of the Decay Plague are unquestionably Condensers.

However, due to their varying Tiers, the Decay Plague brutally consumes the Ether of First Stage Condensers. Helplessly, they can only watch in despair as their fractured Ether defenses crumble, followed swiftly by their own bodies.

Pale skin begins a horrifying metamorphosis, initially erupting with bizarre blisters. These then darken, rupture, and burst. The ulceration rapidly advances, consuming the surrounding muscle tissue.

Initially, one experiences a sensation of numbness coupled with pain, akin to being pricked by countless needles. Subsequently, the skin and muscle tissue gradually soften, resembling overripe fruit that splits open with minimal pressure, releasing an unbearable stench.

Within this bleak, gray world, intermittent cries of agony echo from all directions.

Bologue steps onto a rock, its solid surface already eroded into a thin layer of powder. With a slight application of force, the entire stone disintegrates.

Occasional sounds of structural collapse reverberate through the desolate landscape.

His vision heavily impaired, Bologue advances with great effort, uncertain if Palmer managed to escape... He should have escaped. The ability to command the wind offers a brief reprieve through flight.

In such perilous chasms, mastering the power of flight is sufficient to evade the majority of dangers.

Bologue attempts to deploy a grappling hook, but before the chain can extend significantly, its structure is rapidly corroded and disintegrates under the onslaught of the Decay Plague.

It appears Bologue is left with no choice but to ascend step by arduous step. Yet, under the pervasive influence of the Decay Plague, all upward pathways have been thoroughly obliterated.

Aerial walkways, now rusted, have completely collapsed. Corridors carved into cliff faces crumble one after another, not to mention the cables and elevators.

Like a devastating purge, the Decay Plague seems to have stripped the Great Rift of all its inherent vitality.

"Kill... kill me..."

A pained wail emanates from nearby. Bologue lowers his gaze and spots, not far off, a person reduced to a mangled state of flesh and blood. Their lower body has already rotted into a bloody slurry of pus, exposing bones and internal organs, leaving only a torso desperately clinging to life.

The Decay Plague's destructive mutation extends beyond surface tissues; it infiltrates internal organs, inflicting excruciating agony. Swiftly, it liquefies into a mass of dark red mucus, emitting a nauseatingly potent stench.The decomposition happens at an astonishing speed; within mere minutes, a person's entire internal organs dissolve into a pool of dark red sludge, leaving behind only a skeleton turned to charcoal.