Endless Debt Chapter 668 - 179: Blood-Stained Gold

The Wrecked Ship Shore is piled with the wreckage of countless vessels, resembling a giant’s graveyard, where the jagged steel stands like the weathered and decayed bones.

Thunder wakes these slumbering specters, they dig open their tombstones and join the revelry, the ship lights ignite like stars, resembling a resurrected amusement park, the glow blurred by the rain is glaringly bright.

Klan stared angrily at Bologue after the storm, the bastard had just killed Jorm, intense grief and anger battered Klan’s will, the fragmented corpse of Jorm appeared before her eyes, and tears flowed involuntarily from Klan.

Raindrops struck her face, washing away the tears, and swept away the wrath and sorrow, leaving only endless joy in Klan’s heart.

The steel around began to tremble, and Klan, using the hand armor covering her left hand, drove her own secret energy, once again marshalling the vast school of steel fish.

Secret Energy·Iron Tide.

Belonging to the Commanding School, with a broad and blunt tendency, this secret energy allows Klan to command a large range of steel objects, which is why Klan was appointed to stay here, for the Wrecked Ship Shore is an innate armory to her.

The broad and blunt tendency of the secret energy allows Klan to initiate a terrifying offensive, such as the lethal iron torrent, but subsequently would come the dreadful ether consumption, regarding her ether reserves as a Prayer Believer, this offensive can only be maintained for a few minutes before she would fall into ether exhaustion.

With the help of Protection·Chaotic Joy, this fatal flaw of Klan was compensated for, Jorm’s death brought intense emotional turmoil to Klan, even with the corpse right before her eyes, she dared not believe that Jorm was dead just like that.

Klan still remembered the days she spent with Jorm, embracing, kissing each other, slicing each other’s skin with thin knives, engraving indelible marks on flesh with branding irons, piercing body parts with steel needles... In endless pain, they felt the blessing of the Joyous Desire Witch, enjoying that eternal ecstasy.

Sometimes Klan couldn’t figure out whether she truly loved Jorm or if all her feelings for him stemmed from that illusion of ecstasy, for any person she shared a revelry with, she would fall in love with him.

But when Jorm was pierced through the heart by Bologue and torn to pieces, immense sadness attacked Klan’s heart.

The sadness vanished in an instant, leaving only celebration.

Klan thought she should be mourning for Jorm, yet she laughed uncontrollably, unable to make a sad expression, unable to cry, instead, because of the intense pleasure impact, her cheeks slightly reddened.

A bizarre emotional death loop trapped Klan; the more she grieved for Jorm, the happier she became, realizing her pitiful situation, this pleasure grew even stronger, so much so that her body trembled with excitement.

All emotions transformed into surging ether.

Klan seemed mad, crying and laughing, the Alchemy Matrix on her body grew increasingly bright, excess ether surged in the matrix, almost bursting Klan’s body.

Like a damaged piece of electronic equipment, numerous arcs of electricity flashed across Klan’s Alchemy Matrix, striking the nearby metal. It wasn’t true lightning but an ether lightning phenomenon, condensed from high-density ether, quickly breeding an intense ethereal thunderstorm around Klan.

Release!

In an instant, the heavens and earth shook, and Bologue felt he was facing a metal tsunami, where broad and blunt could massively distort reality, all the steel erupted at Klan’s call, converging into a school of fish, overwhelming from the sky and ground like a parallel advancing iron curtain.

Bologue showed no fear, quickly retracting the silver threads in his hand, pulling the Phantom Dagger from a pile of wreckage, grasping it once more.

"Strong emotions bring strong power..."

Bologue murmured to himself, guessing that the Joyous Desire Witch was watching all this with a believer’s gaze, feeling the emotions Klan sacrificed.

What judgment might she make on this?

Klan opened her mouth wide, roaring like a monster, raising her left hand, on which lay the hand armor known as Touch of Erosion, capable of making Klan’s ether more aggressive, significantly enhancing breakthroughs against Ethereum Mutual Exclusion, slightly enhancing attacks on Rectangular Soul Critical.

Previously, Bologue relied on Touch of Erosion to resolve his attacks on Klan, the racing Flame-shaped Sword filled with Bologue’s ether. Due to the existence of Ethereum Mutual Exclusion, Klan originally had no ability to command Bologue’s ether creations, but Klei used it to break through the remaining ether within the Flame-shaped Sword that Bologue left, completing the change of control.

Secret Energy·Cauldron Flame.

Blue flames grew wild, Bologue didn’t think to evade. Rarely encountering an enemy of the same Commanding School as himself, with a completely different tendency, Bologue wanted to see how large the difference between the two was.

The metal underfoot began to tremble; Bologue’s school of fish also emerged from the water. Compared to Klan’s school of fish, Bologue’s was evidently much smaller in scale; they tightly wrapped around Bologue, charging forward wildly as Bologue stepped forward.

Against the current, facing the storm.

The remnants of steel collided with the wreckage like a dense barrage, with a constant clang. Both the Scavenger Rat and the Divination Master were deafened, the continuous ringing robbed them of their hearing.

The world was incredibly silent, yet they could hear the roaring screams in each other’s faces.

"It’s mine! Mine!"

The Scavenger Rat hissed. His deformed body made him poor at close combat; similarly, the sickly body of the Divination Master lacked strength. With the ebb and flow, the two were unexpectedly on the same starting line.

To protect the gold in his pocket, the Scavenger Rat clutched the gap with one hand while guarding his body with the other. This gave the Divination Master a temporary advantage as he pinned the Scavenger Rat down, landing punch after punch on the rat’s bent spine.

With each punch, the Scavenger Rat’s body convulsed in pain, blood foam spilling from his mouth. He didn’t retaliate but instead curled up tightly, hiding the gold in his embrace.

The Scavenger Rat often encountered such situations and knew how to deal with it. A few more punches, and the Divination Master, with his sickly body, would run out of strength; then it would be his time to fight back.

Things went as the Scavenger Rat predicted. The Divination Master gasped for breath, the excessive breathing making him feel faint again. At this moment, the Scavenger Rat flipped over and kicked the Divination Master away.

The Divination Master had red eyes. If this money could cure the Scavenger Rat’s deformities, it could heal his own wounds, and maybe there’d be enough left to buy a house in the countryside.

That would be wonderful.

He took off his robe, wrapped it around his hand, and then aggressively grabbed the sharp metal fragment at the edge. It was like a short sword in the Divination Master’s hand.

The Scavenger Rat panicked. Compared to metal, flesh was too fragile. The Divination Master laughed wildly as he charged at the Scavenger Rat, but the rat was one step ahead, grasping the Divination Master’s wrist, the deadly sword tip hovering at his chest, shifting position with their struggle.

"Bastard!"

The Scavenger Rat cursed angrily. He reached out and bit down on the pale arm of the Divination Master, tearing off chunks of flesh like a dog. Afterwards, the Scavenger Rat head-butted the Divination Master’s head, and the pain and dizziness made the master lose strength, causing the deadly sword tip to fall to the ground.

"Damn thing, I should’ve killed you back then!"

The Divination Master was pinned under the Scavenger Rat, who picked up the heavy pocket, the gold inside piling up like a chain hammer.

The wealth that could change his life was hidden behind that fabric layer. It suddenly fell, crushing the Divination Master’s face, blood seeping through the cloth, staining the gold with blood.

The pocket repeatedly smashed into the Divination Master’s face. At first, he reacted, but soon his struggles weakened, blood gushing between them, only to be washed clean by the incoming storm and rain.

The Divination Master grasped at the metal shard with trembling hands, letting it cut his palm. He wanted to stab the Scavenger Rat but only pierced the pocket, countless pieces of gold and jewels falling on the Divination Master’s face.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The Scavenger Rat cursed in anger, frantically collecting the scattered gold, momentarily indifferent to the Divination Master’s life or death.

The Divination Master’s face was a bloody mess. He was about to die, his breathing extremely weak. Through his blood-stained vision, he watched the Scavenger Rat’s foolish actions.

Outside the tunnel’s crack, metallic chaos overlapped like soldiers in combat, shattered iron clumps flying. One shard pierced through the crack, penetrating the Divination Master’s waist and abdomen. Fortunately, he was already dying; more injuries didn’t matter.

The Scavenger Rat was oblivious to this impending danger; only the gold was visible in his eyes. He yearned for rebirth; without it, dying here was no different.

Suddenly, the Divination Master laughed, his voice hoarse as though saying something, his pupils gradually dilating, bleeding out.

"My treasure... my ticket..."

The Scavenger Rat grabbed piece after piece of bloodstained gold, seeing nothing else.