Endless Debt Chapter 687 - 196: Young and Foolish Days

"Oh... who is she?"

"Perhaps she is just a dream."

The woman softly sang and whispered by her own ear.

"You chase a blurred daytime dream, until the heavenly fire and thunder strike you down."

The voice gradually turned piercing, like a sharp high-pitched noise. Vaguely, she seemed to hold her face, and then all the clamor disappeared, leaving only her profound and elegant words lingering.

"You fell in love with a ghost you never understood."

Ewen awoke with a start, his face pale, stained with blood, his eye sockets deeply sunken, shining with bright light.

He was like a resurrected corpse, eyes wide open, all breath and vitality returning to this decrepit shell, gasping desperately like a drowning man, coughing painfully, spewing a mouthful of blood foam.

Ewen spent a long time coaxing his chaotic physiological system back to normal, and then he found himself slumped on the soft sofa, naturally relaxing his body, allowing pain and fatigue to wash over his will without reserve.

Then came memories.

With a hazy mind gradually recalling everything he had experienced before losing consciousness, Ewen couldn’t help but think again of the man called Belphegor.

Since developing a curiosity for the Extraordinary World, Ewen had been using various methods to understand this world, even deceiving Nolen for it... Ewen felt it wasn’t complete deception, at least the knowledge of the Extraordinary World truly brought a lot of inspiration for his writing, allowing him to write better stories.

Ewen knew that apart from Condensers, there were things in this world far more dangerous than Condensers.

For example, the Devil.

Ewen felt a bit confused, with previous injuries, he definitely would have died at the hands of a Demon, but suddenly all his injuries healed. In Ewen’s understanding, only the so-called Devil might possess such bizarre power.

Belphegor.

The name of the Devil emerged in Ewen’s mind, causing a cold sweat to break out, then he chuckled relievedly.

He could feel that he was still human, hadn’t offered his most precious soul to the Devil. Until the end, Ewen still held the line, remaining that noble person.

Ewen tried to stand up from the sofa, but as soon as his body was half-raised, he uncontrollably sat back down, wheezing with exhaustion.

Then Ewen remembered his counterattack against the Demons, snatching back his ticket in a roar...

Ticket.

Ewen panicked, flipping open the pocket near his chest. Upon feeling the familiar texture of the ticket, his frantic heart calmed, and he immediately took out the ticket, which remained clear in the dimness.

All his desires, fantasies, obsessions, expectations... poured onto this ticket.

"Do you know? Your current expression is exactly like a pervert."

A crisp voice sounded beside him, one Ewen had heard many times recently, only this time the voice that should have been full of energy carried a hint of fatigue.

Ewen looked towards the voice, Cinderella sat beneath the sofa, tilting her head and continued, "You should really see the silly look you just had, you seemed ready to swallow that ticket whole."

Cinderella disliked the expression Ewen had while staring at the ticket, he looked like an obsessed lunatic, no different than those Demons.

Ewen put the ticket away, rubbed his eyes, gradually seeing the surroundings clearly. They had returned to the original room; only this time they were both sitting in the living room.

Ewen asked, "Was it you who saved me?"

"You were so heavy, I struggled a lot to drag you in."

Cinderella nodded, her delicate little face now gray and dark, covered with many scratches, blood congealed on her forehead.

The explosive air current knocked the exhausted Ewen unconscious and battered the frail Cinderella, leaving her covered with wounds, a long trail of blood on the ground, looking shocking. That was left by Cinderella dragging Ewen.

Like an earthquake, the whole living room shook slightly with the Paradise, from the side porthole, there was nothing but a misty scene, occasional thunder streaking through the turbulent clouds, lighting the sky with a bizarre blue-purple hue.

"Is that ticket very important to you?"

Cinderella asked, "Even when you were unconscious, your hand was firmly guarding your chest, as if afraid someone would steal it."

Ewen didn’t answer, his hand incredibly heavy, resting tightly on his chest.

He didn’t answer, but Cinderella had already figured it out. She was always a perceptive girl; it wasn’t hard to guess.

"That’s the ticket for that train, the one that came from the wilderness and changed your destiny."

Listening to the girl’s voice, Ewen helplessly laughed out loud.

Cinderella closed the door tightly, even pushing a wardrobe against it. The gap in the door leaked a stench of burned flesh, and faintly, heavy footsteps could be heard.

The Demons had fully invaded this Paradise, the defenses of the coastal folks were continuously retreating towards the core area, no one would come to protect Ewen and Cinderella, not to mention that no one knew they were here.

Belphegor saved Ewen’s life, but he wouldn’t save Ewen a second time. All help came with a price, and Ewen was unwilling to offer his soul to the Devil.

"Say something, Ewen," this time it was Cinderella urging him, "as a bedtime story."