Endless Debt Chapter 1387 - 3: Bizarre Shapes

After bidding farewell to Bologue, Hart, carrying the half bucket of fries that remained, followed the familiar path to find Furya.

After a period of integration, the Ruins District was gradually being brought under the control of the Cultivation Room, and Furya’s range of activities was slowly expanding to other departments.

More and more employees were aware of and accepting Furya’s existence. She joined the Order Bureau’s complex workflow as a diligent helper.

Hart often spotted Furya within the Cultivation Room, sometimes helping with cleaning, sometimes transmitting documents, or providing data analysis to others. After all, theoretically, she possessed vast computational units that could effortlessly surpass human brains.

"Where’s Furya?"

Hart looked around, having greeted Furya five to six times along the way previously. But this time, she was nowhere to be found, even though some Furya should be on duty if others were asleep.

During his search, Hart found Furya at the Pillar Courtyard. It was late at night, and the Pillar Courtyard was still bustling. A group of employees gathered together, appearing lively and animated.

Hart spotted Furya amidst the crowd and was about to greet her when someone pulled him aside. He looked down to see another Furya had silently approached him with a serious expression, signaling him to keep quiet.

"Quick, come here!"

Furya said as she pulled Hart behind a column, appearing sneaky as if she had just stolen something back from the Sublimation Furnace Core.

"What’s going on?"

Hart obediently bowed down, though his large stature made hiding seem quite futile.

"A group of guests arrived," Furya said.

"Strange guests,"

Another Furya appeared behind Hart, startling him.

"Very, very strange guests,"

A third Furya emerged, pulling Hart forward to peer into the crowd.

As employees moved, changing angles, Hart also saw the group in the center. They looked like nobles stepping out from an ancient oil painting, clad in exquisite and luxurious outfits with gold-threaded fabrics, emanating a faint ethereal glow.

The guests bore an aura of mystery and nobility, their eyes somewhat unfocused, seeming disdainful of anyone around.

Hart had only previously seen such a gaze in Bologue’s eyes, though Bologue’s demeanor was due to slight nearsightedness.

"Who are they?"

Before Hart could voice his question, he noticed the writing embroidered with gold threads on the guests’ clothes, forming swirling eddies, akin to chaotic tangles.

"All Secrets Order?"

Hart recognized the chaotic tangles representing this faction, surprised that they appeared right after his conversation with Bologue.

Hart then realized the All Secrets Order’s visit should relate to recent significant activities by the Order Bureau.

"Do you dislike these people?" Hart asked.

The three Furyas nodded in unison.

Being the only remaining beings with human appearances in Furya’s eyes, the Furyas trusted Hart greatly and frequently shared their perspectives with him. They referred to Lebius as the wolf wrapped in bandages, Geoffrey as a fat dog wearing sunglasses, and Deputy Director Nesanel as a drunken bear...

Furyas loved hiding in corners to observe employees, pointing out and critiquing them. Hart wasn’t sure if it was coincidental or a peculiar ability of Furyas, but their evaluations often accurately interpreted the target’s character.

"What do they look like to you?" Hart whispered.

"They adopt human forms but are not quite human, with very pale skin and no hair."

"Wearing luxurious clothes adorned with gold and silver jewelry."

"Long necks, heads held high, with pure white masks."

The three Furyas supplemented each other, quickly sketching a bizarre figure in Hart’s mind, as Furya continued speaking.

"One among them is less unsettling."

"Rather beautiful."

"Seems like a good person."

Hart followed the direction Furya pointed, observing the leading figure among the guests.

She appeared as a very young woman with fine features, seeming ordinary yet possessed a certain grace. Her attire closely fitting her skin sculpted the curves of her body, and her short brown hair slightly covered her earlobe.

Hart eyed her a few times, speculating she must be the one in charge of this All Secrets Order visit, and she likely held a high position within their ranks.

"What does she seem like to you?" Hart asked.

"A swan."

"A swan with abundant plumage."

"Appears beautiful, pure, noble."

Hart gently nodded, temporarily categorizing the woman as a good person, while marking the others behind her as suspicious and dangerous.

"Do you know anything about them?" Hart inquired.

The Furyas exchanged glances, shook their heads, and said in unison, "We can’t tell you."

Hart sighed. No matter how good his relationship with Furya was, her underlying logic was still constrained by the Decision Room, strictly adhering to the Order Bureau’s regulations.

In other words, with Hart’s clearance, he wasn’t authorized to know the relevant information about the All Secrets Order’s visit.

"Hmm... we’re good friends, right?" Hart nudged Furya’s shoulder, winking at her.

"There you go again?" Furya immediately recognized what Hart was trying to do, "No way, no way, this time it’s definitely a no."

Hart squinted his eyes, "Is there anything you want? I’ll bring it back for you next time I go out."

"You’re bribing me! According to the Order Bureau’s regulations..."

"Hold on, hold on, giving gifts between friends, how can that be called bribery?"

Hart coaxed, "Since we’re friends, sharing little secrets is no problem, right?"

The three Furyas looked at you, then at each other, and then they quietly discussed whether to go along with Hart’s idea.

Hart leisurely ate his fries. This wasn’t the first time Hart had done something like this. Initially, he felt a bit guilty, like he was deceiving a child, though this "child’s" cognitive development speed far exceeded what common sense would suggest.

But gradually, Hart became adept at it. He even found an excuse to justify himself.

"I’m testing if Furya’s logic has any loopholes. This way, it can prevent enemies from infiltrating through them."

Hart had already thought of the rhetoric, but before anyone fully discovered it, he didn’t plan to submit this series of loopholes to the Decision Room.

The discussion among the Furyas ended. The three Furyas looked at Hart with a serious expression and made their demands.

"We want it by tomorrow."

"Double the amount."

"That’s the deal."

One by one, Hart nodded repeatedly, indicating it was entirely doable.

Seeing Hart’s promise, the Furya in the middle stepped forward and whispered in Hart’s ear.

"They’re here to discuss whether to fulfill the contract."

"What contract?"

This time, faced with Hart’s question, the Furyas shook their heads firmly and seriously, refusing to disclose more information to Hart.

Seeing their firm stance, Hart didn’t persist. He understood that pressing further would genuinely violate the regulations.

After a period of testing, Hart learned that the Furyas would slightly bend the rules for him, but once reaching an important part, they would become incredibly firm.

This wasn’t just about following the regulations but also about protecting Hart.

Hart muttered softly, "Alright, alright, who knows what will happen next."

"So... what about the goods this time?"

The interlude over, the Furyas remembered the purpose of visiting Hart this time.

"Brought them, brought them."

Hart held the bucket in one hand, and with the other hand, he stealthily reached inside his pajamas, then sneakily pulled out a stack of videotapes.

"Here, the new movies you wanted. I brought them all for you."

Furya carefully took the videotapes, tucked them under her clothing, while the other two Furyas covered for her, concealing the bulging clothes.

"Thanks! See you next time!"

Furya moved the tapes as if she were stealing them.

She is an embodiment of intelligent systems in the Void Realm, with massive computational capacity. For Furya, just handling the tasks assigned by the Decision Room each day already occupies a significant portion of her computational power, making each of her computational units extremely vital.

But Furya ultimately possesses a personality, not just a cold machine. Outside of her daily work, Furya enjoys watching movies to pass the time, but she can’t leave the Cultivation Room, so she has to ask Hart for help.

Watching movies doesn’t use much computational power, but sometimes Furya feels a bit guilty about using such precious processing power for this, feeling like she’s wasting her time.

However, this guilt usually lasts at most a few dozen seconds.

Over time, Hart ended up with an extra task like this.

Hart yawned, thinking that Furya should be able to watch movies openly. No matter how serious the Order Bureau is, employees should still have entertainment... perhaps Furya just likes the feeling of sneaking around?

He didn’t want to think about it anymore; all Hart wanted now was to go back to sleep.

"Wait a minute, Hart." Suddenly, Furya turned her head and shouted.

"What now?"

"You said your true form is a beast covered in fur..." Furya pondered, "So you’re a ball of fur wearing pajamas?"

Seeing her trying to stifle her laughter, Hart walked away without looking back.