Endless Debt Chapter 1635 - 122: The World’s Gamble

"The moment of decision..."

Sai Zong savors this uncertain word, his gaze tightly fixed on the golden mask of Leviathan, and in the pure golden sheen, Sai Zong can see his own cruel reflection.

"Oh, is that so?"

Sai Zong’s gaze seems to penetrate the barrier of the spacesuit, effortlessly glimpsing the essence of Leviathan, that viscous, sinister, dark essence.

The essence of chaos.

Sai Zong asks, "Did you do all this just for this elusive possibility?"

"No matter how slim the odds are, you have to try," Leviathan leans against the wall, indifferent, "If you don’t even try, what’s the difference from outright conceding?"

Sai Zong eagerly says, "I hope I get to witness that scene."

Leviathan gives a definite promise, "You certainly will, after all, at that final decision, all Devils must be present."

Sai Zong’s face twists into a relieved smile, but then this smile carries a hint of bitterness. As he looks again at the door in front of him, an inexplicable emotion surges within him. He wants to move forward, but his entire body, muscle, bones, and even instincts are resisting.

Sai Zong... no, Sin of Fury: Samuel, he fears stepping through the door, fears bearing that high price.

It’s not a drive akin to the Original Sin, but rather a logic deeply buried in all consciousness, the instinct of survival.

"I will do it."

Suddenly, Leviathan speaks, "After you deal with the Night King, I will personally kill you, seize the authority you bear, and strip away Samuel’s power."

He ruthlessly declares his evil plan, unfolding that cruel grand blueprint before Sai Zong’s eyes.

"You and your master, you will be the first player to exit this great dispute, then it will be that arrogant Morning Star, I will find a way to make him dim forever, and then one blood kin after another..."

Leviathan slowly unveils the golden mask, and in the murky darkness, a face eternally youthful emerges, with deep eyes locking onto Sai Zong’s gaze.

"In that not-too-distant future, at that moment of great decision, I will seize the authority of all blood kin, becoming the sole victor."

This terrifying speech, Sai Zong has heard it countless times, for which he doesn’t feel much surprise, he just continues Leviathan’s words.

"Also at that time, my master and I will both attain eternal peace."

Peace.

After enduring countless years, Sai Zong finally realized, as long as the Devil’s authority remains, as long as this great dispute is not over, the so-called peace will absolutely never descend, what he can exert all effort to obtain is merely a short nap-like silence.

Yes, this is how Devils are, mutually loathing, attacking, yet fearing domination by one, they possess god-like might, yet are trapped in this cyclical hell.

Sai Zong is tired of it, his master is tired of it too, making such a choice is difficult, but ultimately he accomplished it.

"Hill," Sai Zong recalls the name of King Solomon, he adds, "Can I call you that?"

Hill smiles, "Of course, Hill, King Solomon, Envy, Leviathan, names are merely substitutes for certain entities, it doesn’t change my essence due to a change in title."

Sai Zong gazes at Hill, gazes at this great scholar, at the same time gazes at the mysterious and unfathomable Devil.

He sees, under the heavy spacesuit, what is sealed is the dark chaotic essence, two strands of thought... countless thoughts tangled together, in the chaos of change, mutually separating and converging, then separating again.

Like an illusion, the chaotic darkness mirrors Sai Zong’s visage, followed by hundreds of faces flashing through them, leaving visual remnants, one face after another gradually overlap, like a giant computer analyzing all human facial features, calculating a son of humanity embodying all characteristic forms.

The scene freezes, Sai Zong sees the appearance of the son of humanity.

Upon seeing this face, Sai Zong suddenly comprehends everything, all previous doubts are perfectly resolved, completing Hill’s plan partly.

"Samuel let his self-consciousness fall into slumber, handed over the usage rights of authority to me, hence I became this form, a state between Devil and Chosen One."

Sai Zong withdraws his hand, in shock, he cannot help but feel astonishment and... anticipation at Hill’s mad idea.

"And you, Hill, was it you who used this method to control Envy’s authority?" Sai Zong asks incredulously, "A wager, a wager with the Devil."

Not a transaction within a Blood Contract, nor a replacement between Devil consciousness... Hill knew well, once consciousness is replaced, he would no longer be Hill, nor the so-called King Solomon, but rather become a brand new Leviathan.

Transformed into the heterogeneous form of a Devil, like a puppet, still driven by Envy’s Original Sin.

Thus Hill made a wager with Envy.

A wager with the Devil.

Sai Zong is unclear of the content of Hill’s wager with Envy, but from his current actions, Sai Zong can speculate somewhat, hence he can’t help but worry.

"Once you lose..."

"If I lose, I lose," Hill interrupts Sai Zong’s words, "If I lose, then come to an end, let this conflict tormenting the mortal world end completely, let souls of the world worship the King of Demons, the chief of all evils."