Endless Debt Chapter 1192 - 33: Coincidence_2

York coughed twice and retorted, "I also have a lot of questions. First, who are you?"

Bologue approached York and met his scarlet eyes, "Although I have no faith, I respect devout people, and I do not wish to use overly violent methods on you."

York recognized the situation in just a few seconds. Since that night, he had become less stubborn. This might be seen as adaptability or as a form of corruption.

He shook his head, speaking sincerely, "Those people just now, I don’t know who they are. All I know is they intend to harm the people of this town, so I intervened. As for the power I possess..."

York breathed heavily, as the injury to his lungs had not fully healed; his voice was extremely hoarse.

"More importantly, who are you?" York continued, "I can’t determine whether you are like them, also a bunch of evil people."

Hearing this, Bologue couldn’t help but laugh. He said in a low voice, "Evil? Priest, you carry the blood of the Night Race. You should know what kind of power it holds... you are already beyond redemption."

"Cough, cough, it’s just power, pure power. Its justice or evil depends on how it’s used," York replied with dignity, "I apply it to the side of light, which you should have seen."

Bologue indeed had seen it. Gray Stone Town was thriving, almost devoid of crime, and in this town, York was the only member of the Night Race.

"Sounds like you’ve been suppressing your desires, not lapping up others’ blood?"

Bologue was somewhat incredulous. The previous question had been answered; the reason there hadn’t been an outbreak of the Night Race here was because York had controlled himself.

"Yes," York said, "It’s not easy, so I could only lock myself in the stone prison, self-flagellating for those desecrating thoughts."

York’s voice was exhausted, "Many times, I’ve almost succumbed."

"So?"

"So I drink the blood of beasts and those evil men," York continued to explain, "But I do not spread this power. I know its dangers."

His voice grew softer, "Not everyone can maintain self-control amidst the desire to be undead."

Seeing York’s sincerity, Bologue tried to calm his heart, knowing that even now, Bologue couldn’t help but feel anger towards York, eager to kill him, a sentiment influenced by the Original Sin Armament.

"I am Bologue Lazarus," Bologue offered his hand politely, "How much do you know about this world, I mean the extraordinary part?"

"Not much," York shook his head, "But I can guess the basics, nothing more than a divide between good and evil."

"Good, those people I just killed belong to the evil part of the Extraordinary World, while I represent the side of justice."

"Can the extraordinary world really be categorized by pure notions of justice and evil?" York asked again.

"It cannot. It’s merely a conflict of positions," Bologue said, "I say this to help you understand what’s coming."

Bologue murmured inwardly, "It’s like choosing between an average king and a fatuous king; we rarely have perfect choices."

York sighed, "Just as I expected."

"You can think of me as a sheriff, and the one who granted you the undying power is a top fugitive," Bologue emphasized, "I’m not joking; once this power spreads, you know the disaster it could cause."

"By the way, there’s also this weapon."

Bologue suspended the chain without reaching to take it; this weapon had already drunk York’s blood. For Bologue to seize it, he seemed to need to kill York first.

Regarding the matter of the Champion of Rage, Bologue still didn’t know much, such as whether the power possessed by the Original Sin Armament was related to the Protection of Rage.

York hesitated for a moment, ultimately choosing to trust Bologue; to be precise, in this situation, he had no other option but to believe.

"That was about six months ago, after the earthquake,"

York began recounting his experience at that time, "I was buried alive in the earth; just as I was about to die, I... I sensed the temptation of some kind of power."

Bologue said, "To survive, you accepted this power."

"Indeed, I accepted it," York continued, "You may think I am making excuses, but I truly have reasons to keep living—I need to correct my mistakes."

Determination shone in York’s eyes, and his demeanor clearly displayed his steadfast will, prompting Bologue to reconsider somewhat, knowing that he rarely babbled so much to a potential enemy.

Bologue asked, "Did you succeed?"

"Of course."

York affirmed, "But our goal has not yet ended; that person, the one who granted me the undying body."

"You want to kill him?" Bologue found it somewhat amusing, "Kill this ’benefactor’?"

"He is the embodiment of evil, a capricious monster. I know why he resurrected someone as trivial as me," York’s anger surged, "He simply found it amusing."

"Think about it, letting such a person run wild in the world, how many monsters like me will he create, and how many can maintain my sense of reason?"

"Good, at least on this point, we agree, Priest."

Bologue stretched his stiff body; this interrogation went smoother than he expected, "My goal is also to kill him, so who is he?"

York shook his head, trying hard to recall everything without a hint of concealment.

"I don’t know... I questioned him, but he did not say his name. As for that chain," York looked at the suspended chain, "This weapon was also given to me by him; he thought I would have use for it."

Given the situation, York already understood its implication. Even possessing the undying body, without secret energy, someone like York would have no hope against the Condensers, so he had given York this weapon, hoping it would cause greater chaos.

As for his purpose... simply to find it entertaining.

"Sounds very much like the style of the undead," Aimou’s voice echoed in Bologue’s mind, "without any purpose, or perhaps the only purpose is to cause greater disturbances."

Bologue muttered complaints, "I’m beginning to appreciate the existence of the Undying Club; it’s like a sanctuary for delinquent children, difficult to imagine the chaos if these undead were unleashed upon the world."

The more Bologue thought about it, the more he perceived the importance of the Undying Club, and he no longer intended to kill York, instead planning to bring him to Sai Zong.

Like a twist of fate, having just discovered the secret of rage, he encountered a bearer of the Original Sin Armament.

"Oh, I remember something," York attempted to move his body, but he was completely under Bologue’s control, unable to move, "Could you let me down first?"

Bologue’s eyes dimmed, and instantly, the power supporting York vanished. He stumbled but managed to stand steadily.

"What is it?" Bologue asked.

"Although he didn’t tell me his name, he mentioned another title," York was somewhat troubled, "A very strange title."

Bologue grew impatient, "What is it?"

"Regent King."

His relaxed spirit instantly tightened; York could clearly sense the killing intent emanating from Bologue, engulfing him like a tide, suffocating him.

"Regent King?"

Bologue repeated York’s words, simultaneously as the first ray of morning light fell through the crevices of the ravine buildings, striking York’s face with a burning sting.