Chapter 1084: Small Troubles

Berogo stood on the desolate gray land. As far as he could see, there was a dead and boundless desert. There was no wind, no water, no breath of life, only endless gray and dead silence. It seemed that even time had stopped on this land, and inexplicable depression and loneliness descended.

Berogo lowered his head and touched his chest. The real touch was fed back from his palm. Obviously, Berogo at this time was not an illusory consciousness like Freya, but a real entity.

But the strange thing was that he should have returned to the nothingness with consciousness. Where did this entity come from? Moreover, although he had a physical body, Berogo still could not use ether and secret energy, as if he had become a real mortal on this land.

"Huh..."

Berogo sighed for a long time. To be honest, he had a deep enough understanding of the ether world, but he knew very little about the nothingness.

In the dark, Blog suspected that his immortality was inextricably linked to this place, but all this was still submerged under the water, not revealing its true appearance.

It doesn't matter.

Blog knew that he was not far from the truth. As the disputes among the devils intensified, he was an extremely useful chess piece, and Leviathan must have compromised with him.

Wandering in this desolate world, Blog searched for traces of Leviathan everywhere.

This is the moon hanging high above the earth, and it is also the land of Leviathan in the material world. In his dispute with Mammon, if Leviathan loses, Mammon will definitely find this place and extend his tentacles. Similarly, if Mammon loses, Leviathan will definitely return to his nest to rest and prepare.

Blog didn't think the two could decide the winner, at least not now.

Mammon and Leviathan are the same kind of devils. They are evil and cunning, and their hearts are full of conspiracies and tricks. This may be the original sin they carry, which leads to their personalities.

In comparison, Blogo felt that arrogance and rage seemed more innocent... They didn't like convoluted conspiracies, and they only believed in absolute power.

"Speaking of which, this place is also part of the material world."

Blogo looked up and looked at the blue and clear planet behind the layers of suspended boulders. Even at such a distance, Blogo could still clearly see the dazzling spot standing on the top of the snow-capped mountain.

The Great Rift.

According to Blogo's "previous life" memory, the scope of the material world is not just the planet in front of him, it means the entire reality dimension, and the destruction of the material world that Blogo often mentioned is actually more inclined to the demise of this planet.

What will it be like then?

The Great Rift continues to expand and swallow up until the entire planet is included in the extraordinary power, and then triggers the final collapse.

Blogo could imagine a scene where the earth broke into cracks with burning lava, and the continental plates sank into the sea one by one, bringing up waves and whirlpools.

A rumbling sound came from the depths of the ocean, the sound of plates colliding and squeezing, like the prelude to the end of the world.

Under the extremely noisy extraordinary power, the entire planet was collapsing inward, layer by layer, and finally turned into a dazzling ether spot, standing quietly in this dark and boundless universe, turning everything of human beings into ashes, as if they had never existed.

"This is a good viewing platform."

Blogo continued to imagine that when the end of the world comes, Leviathan will most likely sit in this void, watching the destruction of the planet. Perhaps this surging disaster will also spread to this void, turning this land into dust.

And then...

Blogo couldn't imagine what would happen next.

After a moment of wandering consciousness, Blogo stopped beside a crater. While keeping his balance, he walked along the slope towards the shadow at the bottom of the pit.

Stones fell from Blogo's feet, and the rising dust followed him. In the dead world, Blogo's existence was so abrupt, and every move brought disturbing sounds.

Blogo guessed that Leviathan might not be at home, otherwise he would have noticed his movement a long time ago, or he might be resting and too lazy to pay attention to him.

After a while, Blogo came to the edge of the pit. The boundary between shadow and light was very clear. Behind the boundary, there was something vaguely inside.

Blogo knew what was inside. The last time he saw those things, even he was scared enough, but this time, Blogo was mentally prepared and stepped into the shadow.

The blurred things became clear.

Countless human-shaped sculptures were scattered on the ground, piled up layer by layer, as high as a hill. Looking closely, the sculptures had different movements, but their appearances were surprisingly consistent.

They were all exactly the same as Bologo.

The bodies of the sculptures were as pale as plaster, exuding a dead and cold atmosphere. The surface of the bodies was covered with cracks, like traces of erosion by time, and like scars left by unspeakable pain.

Some sculptures had broken limbs, with uneven fractures, silently screaming out pain, and some sculptures had broken into small pieces, scattered all over the ground, like abandoned waste.

Bologo guessed that many sculptures should have been completely weathered, completely annihilated into powder, turned into gray dust on the ground, and stepped on by himself.

Picking up a broken head, Blogo held it up and looked at it carefully. It was his own face, a face full of pain, as if he had frozen a certain moment of his death here.

Blogo casually threw the head away, and it fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

After stepping on the sculptures, Blogo carefully climbed up the mountain of corpses. After climbing over a small hill, there was another small hill.

Endless sculptures gradually appeared. They were densely arranged. Blogo saw countless of himself and those gray faces, revealing all kinds of strong emotions.

Blogo laughed at himself and said, "The carvings are really good."

Anger, hatred, disgust...

These strong emotions are reflected in each sculpture. They are obviously gray and white stone, but the moment they look at each other, they seem to come alive. Some hold their weapons high, unstoppable, some bow their heads and ponder, as if accumulating strength, and some open their arms, as if embracing some unspeakable pain.

It was like fighting, fighting, and fighting with something.

Blogo suddenly remembered the snake demon in mythology that could petrify others. Everything he saw was like an army encountering that mythical monster. The moment they looked at each other, they were frozen in place. The expression and movement on their faces were forever frozen at the moment of death.

The moment Blogo died.

A faint sigh echoed in the dimness. Blogo lowered his head and stroked his furious face. He tried to close his angry eyes, but his fingertips rubbed them, leaving a scratch that was neither deep nor shallow, cutting his pupils.

Soon, Blogo gave up climbing, turned his head back to the ground, and climbed back to the desolate land along the slope. He thought that this should be only a small part of the corpse. Every crater covered by shadows is a cemetery for burial.

Blogo stood in the light, looking at the shadows below, muttering to himself, "Could it be that every time I die, I will leave such a...remains in the void?"

"But..."

Blogo doubted himself. His gift was clearly the Axis of Time Tracing, which could make his body cycle back and forth in a time interval...

No...it's not like that.

Blogo seemed to have realized it, raised his hand, and looked at his palm with suspicion. Under the direct light, a layer of white halo appeared on his skin.

"Is this the truth of my gift? The so-called Axis of Time Tracing is just a rational explanation given with only the information."

For a long time, Blogo believed that his resurrection was just as the official records of the Order Bureau, but he almost forgot that the conclusion given by the Order Bureau was just a vague explanation sorted out in constant testing.

The Order Bureau figured out his gift, but only part of it, not the whole picture. He never doubted it and almost forgot this mystery.

Bolog laughed to himself. If it were before, he might be excited for a while, or feel confused and doubtful about everything when he realized this essential problem, but now, his heart was only calm.

He thought of Amy's words.

"Sometimes, I get upset, and when I get upset, I can't sleep all night. I can only find ways to keep busy and forget these trivial things."

Amy looked distressed and spoke sincerely, and he seemed to be really wrapped in countless sorrows.

Bolog asked, "What are you worried about?"

"Some...some things that are insignificant, or even a bit of a complaint," Amy smiled embarrassedly, "It's like being obsessed with something. It's not a big deal, but it can make us upset for a while."

She added, "But it's over, and the way it passed is very special."

"Tell me about it?"

Amy thought for a moment and said softly, "One night, I couldn't sleep because I was upset, so I went out for a walk. The lights were still bright in the city of Oath Opus at night. Many people could be seen on the streets, workers who got off work late at night, drunkards lying on the streets, scavengers rummaging through garbage cans, and couples crying on the street corners."

She said and laughed, "I was sitting on a bench, just watching all this. I saw pedestrians one after another, trying to guess their identities, what they were going to do, what they were thinking... what they were worried about."

Amy looked at herself and blinked.

"I'm thinking about the troubles of workers. He works until late at night before he can get off work. In this way, his salary may not allow him to live a better life. I'm thinking about the troubles of drunkards. He may have suffered a great setback and his life is frustrated, so he uses this method to escape pressure.

I'm thinking about the troubles of scavengers, the troubles of lovers... one after another, endless troubles."

Aimu's voice suddenly paused, as if listening to the echo of the words.

"For a moment, I suddenly realized that my troubles were so insignificant compared to the troubles of these people. It was like moaning without illness, or even showing off the comfort of my life."

Berogo listened calmly and nodded along with the words.

"I realized that there are many more depressing troubles in the world, birth, aging, illness, death, love, hate, and separation. Think about the number of people in this world, and the tens of millions of people who have lived in the entire history of mankind..."

Aimu said in a very light tone, as if he was afraid of waking someone up.

"I thought about the endless piles of troubles. They were so huge. Compared with them, my personal problems were as small as a grain of sand."

"I don't worry about the little things anymore."

Boluogo liked this conversation with Aimu. When he recalled it, Boluogo had the same state of mind as Aimu. The mystery of the gift was indeed a trouble, but compared with the invasion of the ethereal world and the disputes between devils. , it is simply not worth mentioning.

It's more than that.

In the face of a greater crisis, even Boluogo's personal survival became insignificant.

For a greater cause...

Borogo stopped and shouted, "Leviathan!"

The call echoed in the silent world, and Boluogo knew that he would hear it.

This is the land of Leviathan. Judging from previous experience, Leviathan has the ability to expel himself. Similarly, he will also passively leave due to the healing of his real body.

But now that so much time has passed, with the self-healing speed of the Glorious One, Boluogo's consciousness has neither returned to its original form, nor has he been deliberately exiled. So obviously, Leviathan has long been aware of his existence, and what he thought before Just like him, he just couldn't be bothered to care about himself.

"Here!"

Another voice came back, and Boluogo turned around and saw that an outdoor theater suddenly appeared in the place he just passed by. The bloated figure was sitting on a recliner, waving to him with his back.

Boluogo walked to the open-air cinema, came to Leviathan's side, and sat down on the chair reserved next to him.

Leviathan was like Belphegor, leisurely watching the movie on the screen. Because the surrounding light was a bit strong, the projection on the screen was not clear. He snapped his fingers, and the floating boulders came closer. , covering the open-air theater in shadow and also covering Leviathan's body.

But before everything became dark and blurry, Bologo had already seen Leviathan's appearance clearly.

The spacesuit that was once carefully maintained by Leviathan now looks in a mess. There are deep scratches on the helmet. The golden mask has also been shattered. The cracks have spread like spider webs, turning the originally dazzling mask into a mess. Got to be dim.

The torso of the space suit also suffered serious damage. Many small holes were densely distributed on the suit, as if they were struck by countless tiny meteors. These holes not only destroyed the integrity of the space suit, but also caused damage to the interior. The insulation was exposed, as if human entrails were leaking out.

The most shocking thing was the damage to the astronaut's waist and abdomen. It seemed as if a giant ax had struck down the space suit hard, cutting out a large hole in the spacesuit. The edges of the large hole were ragged. What was revealed in the hole was not a body of flesh and blood, but a body of flesh and blood. It was a squirming, sticky darkness, with little black particles spilling out.

Boluogo moved his eyes away and looked at the video on the screen.

"How's the outcome?"

"draw."

"Is Mammon that strong?" Boluogo was a little surprised. "Even if you have multiple powers and original sin, you can't do anything to him?"

“It’s not so much that we can’t do anything to him, but that neither he nor I are ready for a fight to the death,” Leviathan said frankly. “Moreover, he did gain some surprising powers from the corpses of extraterrestrial visitors. ”

Boluogo nodded, "That's it."

It's strange that the two people are the devil and the debtor. Sometimes they cooperate and sometimes they hate each other. But now they seem to have put aside all their grudges and are chatting like friends.

After a long period of calm, Levitan asked first, "What do you want to ask?"

"A lot, a lot."

"Where to start?"

Boluogo pondered for a moment and then said, "Let's start from the least important part."

"for example?"

"My immortal body," Bologg asked, "is not that it cycles back and forth in a time interval as I understand it, right?"

The heavy helmet moved, as if Leviathan nodded in recognition. He explained, "Perfect immortality requires an extraordinary price. Even as a devil, I can't be perfunctory in this kind of thing... This is the original sin. The constraints imposed on us.”

"So you used some other methods," Bologo said, "some complicated methods to give me the ability to achieve near-perfect immortality."

Boluogo didn't understand, "Why, Leviathan, why do you care about me so much? Is it for the information in my mind, the coordinates of another world?"

The body of a soulless person carries the souls that have arrived in another world. Boluogo thought that this should be his special feature and the only bargaining chip that the devil can value.

"Yes, but not quite."

Leviathan turned his head and faced Bolog with his broken golden mask.

"What I can tell you is that your existence involves a bet."

Burlogo asked, "With whom?"

"With many people, many, many people," Leviathan added, "including yourself, of course."

I slept a little short, so I took a nap until noon. If possible, there should be a second update.