Endless Debt Chapter 685 - 195: Not a Wasted Trip_2

Cinderella paused for a moment, a smile appeared on her desolate face, she laughed and leaned back.

"Reality is cold and merciless, filled with correct choices and significant meanings, it’s so exhausting. That’s why I like some meaningless foolish things, it sounds like a fairy tale for adults, like a dazzling flash in a gray and decaying world."

Ewen raised an eyebrow and held onto the cabinet, standing up with difficulty, his strength was almost recovered, and they should continue their survival journey.

Cinderella supported Ewen, listening to him speak, she asked curiously, "Do you often do foolish things?"

"More than that," Ewen said, "my life is simply a collection of foolish acts."

The two walked out of the room, which hadn’t been attacked yet, but the tremors around them grew increasingly intense, as if monsters were slowly closing in.

Ewen smelled a whiff of blood, unsure if it was emanating from a corpse around the corner or from himself.

"I think... Char must be looking for something."

Ewen suddenly said, lowering his head, staring at Cinderella.

"Just like me, I’m seeking immortality, not retreating even when venturing into dangerous realms.

Char is the same, it’s searching for something, but even after scouring the Seven Seas, it found nothing. In despair, it hopes on the land, perhaps behind those scorching sands, for that thing, it would rather strand, die."

Searching and... immortality.

A cold wind brushed across Cinderella’s cheek, she looked up to meet Ewen’s gaze, bewildered, "Immortality? You said that’s just a horror story."

She belatedly realized, "Was that a lie to me?"

Immortality isn’t a horror story, but Ewen’s true pursuit, yet... how could immortality exist in this world?

Ewen didn’t answer Cinderella’s question but instead asked, "What do you think constitutes true immortality?"

Cinderella was about to say something, but Ewen interrupted.

"Shh, think carefully, you only have one chance to make a wish."

Cinderella found Ewen before her to be unfamiliar; it’s always like this. Once immortality is mentioned, he exudes a sense of frenzy... just like those people he killed on the train.

"Eternal life? An indestructible shell? An unshakable will?"

Ewen listed possibilities one by one, but his words contained no envy or desire, rather disdain and contempt.

He murmured, "That’s not true immortality."

Ewen suddenly broke free from Cinderella’s support, knocking her aside, then accelerated forward, gripping the short sword, stabbing blindly toward the corridor corner.

Low whimpers and the tick of blood echoed in the dim corridor. Ewen struggled to lift the short sword, driving it further into the Demon’s body until the tip pierced through the back.

"Remember to watch your step, friend."

Ewen pulled out the short sword, blood sprayed, and long before chatting with Cinderella, Ewen had sharply heard those encroaching footsteps, the Demon intended to ambush Ewen at the corner, unaware Ewen was waiting for him too.

The Demon’s body fell straight down, Ewen’s left hand seemed fractured, the pain was unceasing, temporarily losing its function, but it could at least act as a shield before him.

Ewen raised his forearm to protect his chest, shifted sideways out the corner, at the same time another Demon stepped over the fallen corpse, fiercely colliding with Ewen.

Ewen was ultimately just a mortal, not to mention he was covered in scales, aging and rigid, the Demon easily knocked him down.

The ceiling began to cave in, filled with impending collapse cracks, Ewen saw the corridor’s other end, where the elevator doors were open, flames billowing out, various monstrous figures descended into Paradise via the cables.

This fortress at sea was gradually moving towards ruin.

The Demon, relying on its strength advantage, overwhelmed Ewen, heavy punches repeatedly pounding Ewen’s face, rendering it bloody and mangled. Ewen repeatedly stabbed the short sword, turning the Demon’s abdomen into a bloody mess, yet the creature felt no pain, continued battering Ewen, even biting into Ewen’s shoulder.

Before the Demon ripped off Ewen’s flesh, Ewen drove the short sword along the Demon’s throat into the brain, utterly ending its life.

Push the pressing corpse aside, at this moment Ewen was truly at the end of his rope; more demons climbed out from the elevator entrance, striding towards Ewen.

In the blood-stained vision, Ewen saw Cinderella, relieved that the Demons’ focus was all on him, if Cinderella were smart enough, she should be able to escape.

Ewen leaned against the wall to stand up, thankful for having anticipated the outcome of this immortality quest.

Ewen had foreseen his own death, after all he longed for that costly immortality, no price could repay such a Blessing.

Upon leaving Daisy Castle, Ewen had organized the manuscript for his new book, regrettably it was merely a rough draft, Ewen wouldn’t have the chance to perfect it, but Ewen believed his editor wouldn’t mind these details.

The Demon wielded a long sword, slashed across Ewen’s chest, blood splashed, clothes torn.

Ewen heard the girl’s scream, saw the notebook sway up from the coat, the pages sliced by the blade, scattered like heavy snow.

His body fell heavily into the pool of blood; Ewen was about to die. Yet at the moment of dying, a page floated in front of him, the messy handwriting, soaked in blood, burned eerily, emitting a dazzling golden light.