From the mystery of the Regent King to Bologue's evaluation, the two began to chat idly, utterly relaxed.

Fuen stood up, fetched a fine wine from the cabinet, and poured a glass for both Serey and himself. As the cold wine slid down his throat, Fuen was overwhelmed with nostalgia for the past.

Serey spoke of his understanding of Bologue, "Bologue is an exceptional fellow, much like Palmer from the Clarks family."

Fuen shook his head, "I don't understand what you mean."

"Don't you think he's a lot like Palmer?"

Serey raised both his hands, each representing Bologue and Palmer.

"Palmer Clarks is tasked with completing the 'Path of Wind Fury' in this era. If he achieves 'Ascension,' he could theoretically become the most powerful Seeker of Glory you can cultivate.

Now, let's talk about Bologue. He possesses an extraordinarily perfect Undying Body, even outshining my old man's Undying Body when compared. Such a figure appears in this era, the era of the Alchemy Matrix Technology explosion."

Serey laughed, "You know, even when Bologue was just a First Stage Condenser, I couldn't discern the essence of his Secret Energy."

Extending his Alchemy Matrix across matter to make it part of his body, then commanding it, even after living so long, Serey encountered such an Alchemy Matrix system for the first time. As Bologue advanced, this Alchemy Matrix grew increasingly mysterious in Serey's eyes.

"I'm genuinely curious where the Order Bureau unearthed such an Alchemy Matrix system to bestow upon Bologue.

An immortal monster paired with an enigmatic Secret Energy..."

Serey offered another piece of information, "You know, Bologue doesn't actually belong to this era. Despite his appearance, he's nearly a hundred years old."

"Bologue participated in the Scorched Earth Fury, became a Debtor during the Fall of the Holy City, then was taken in by the Order Bureau, only recently released to become a member of the Field Operations Department."

Serey continued narrating at his own pace, completely unconcerned if Fuen was following, pausing afterward as if allowing Fuen time to ponder.

In the prolonged silence, Serey mused.

"Don't you find all this too coincidental, Fuen?"

Fuen nodded stiffly, comprehending Serey's meaning, like staring into the depths of a vast ocean, feeling awe for what might lie beneath the surface.

"It's as if somebody deliberately sheltered Bologue until the Alchemy Matrix system matured in this era, then released him, burdening him with this power."

Serey softly voiced his hypothesis.

"Some force is intentionally manipulating Bologue's destiny."

Ever since Serey first encountered Bologue, he sensed Bologue's extraordinary nature.

The Devils bestowed Blessings upon Debtors, having them stand in their place to disrupt the course of world history. The greater the Blessing someone bears, the higher their value and their potential to skew historical progress.

Just like Serey's father, the Night King, under the rampant conquest of the Night King, they nearly created an Eternal Night Empire. According to normal historical trajectories, neither the Night Race nor the Eternal Night Empire should exist; their emergence erased possibilities that ought to have been.

Fuen asked, "Have you ever discussed this with Bologue?"

"No," Serey replied, "If such a force truly exists, I doubt it would appreciate any interference."

Fuen continued questioning, "What role do you think the Order Bureau plays in all this?"

Serey didn't answer immediately, flashing a sly smile, akin to a cunning fox. "I haven't thought that far."

"Don't make it too complicated, Fuen. This is merely a small conjecture of mine. This world is rife with unsolved mysteries; hence everyone loves conspiracy theories to indulge their imaginations, don't they?"

Serey moved beside Fuen, wrapping an arm around his neck, pulling him up as he did many years ago, urging him to join in song and dance.

Only Serey was singing and dancing.

Fuen watched Serey with an exceedingly cold gaze, conveying a wealth of meaning without the need for words.

The smile on Serey's face gradually faded. He set down his wine glass and plopped down on Fuen's desk, knocking over a pile of documents in the process.

"I just feel a bit uneasy, Fuen."

Serey murmured, "This is a wonderful era; new songs are released every week, new movies premier every month, and every year brings a variety of strange and fascinating new things."

"In the old world, I would curl up in my castle, embrace my lover, ride a horse, occasionally venture out for a hunt—days unchanged for centuries.

But in recent years, castles became tourist attractions; internal combustion engines replaced horses; no one enjoys hunting anymore. People prefer lounging in cinemas."

As an Undead, Serey profoundly felt the shifting times, unsure of his own place amidst the rolling tide.

"A hundred years ago, people were riding horses, brandishing swords and spears; a century later, we are borne by heavy armored vehicles and tanks, and ferocious explosives turn the earth to scorched ground.

The unknown, wild lands paved with sleepers and tracks, the ceaselessly roaring seas opened by ships, even the high sky has been conquered.

Serey sighed, "If the history of the entire world is a movie, the modern era feels like someone pressed the fast-forward button, everything is changing rapidly."

"The world is different every day, I'm afraid if I wake up, it will truly be the end of the world... I wonder if I will die."

"Stop it, isn't this lie too crude?"

Fuen didn't wait for Serey to respond and continued, "Are you worried about the person whose name you crossed out?"

Serey was stunned.

"Serey, you're a despicable bastard. You seem to love each of your wives dearly, but in your eyes, they're just pets to pass the time..."

Fuen intended to continue, but recalling Serey's disgusting love stories, he held back and kept on condemning Serey's nature.

"You don't care about anyone or anything, not your siblings, your father, the power you once held... You don't even care about yourself.

To you, the world is just an amusement park. You don't care what it becomes, even if the world is destroyed tomorrow, you'd raise a glass and laugh heartily at the doomsday storm."

Fuen felt that he understood Serey well enough. Even though Serey never revealed his inner thoughts to him, years of association allowed Fuen to perceive Serey's nature.

"Cold-blooded and cruel Serey, your betrayal destroyed the Eternal Night Empire, your achievements overshadow everyone else's, yet you don't seek any rewards, instead choosing to obscure someone's name from a vow.

You don't care about this world, but you care about that name. Now you're not worried about this world, but about this 'world with that person'.

Serey wore a gloomy expression, his hidden intentions having been blatantly exposed by Fuen and left out in the open.

"When did you realize it?"

"From the moment you confirmed the blood sample and said it was good news."

Fuen clasped his hands in front of him, enjoying the feeling of holding the initiative, giving him a sense of triumph over Serey.

"I've told you, you don't care about anything, not even if I die. You probably wouldn't even come to see me, maybe you'd just pick up my glass and drink to me at the Undying Club.

But here you are, cold-blooded as you are, coming all this way to see me... When was the last time we met? Serey, five years ago? Or ten?"

Serey's expression was somewhat awkward. It sounded as if Fuen was complaining he didn't care about their friendship, if such a thing really existed.

"You came here to confirm the blood sample," Fuen stared intently at Serey, "You're here to confirm the identity of the other party. You're afraid he's the one who sparked the war—the person whose name you obscured."

"In this world, he's the only one worth caring about for you," Fuen interrogated, "Who is he?"

Serey fell silent. Having not seen each other for a long time, he underestimated Fuen, who had cornered him, and Serey responded coldly.

"It's none of your business."

"As this event continues to unfold, it will inevitably involve him."

A silent atmosphere ensued, with Serey turning his head to look at the world outside the window, while Fuen's gaze moved over the documents.

The rigid atmosphere didn't last long. Fuen knew if Serey didn't want to speak, no one could pry his mouth open.

Fuen gave up, exhaling a deep breath and, sitting back in the chair, slumped as if melting into it.

"Go back, Serey, don't get involved. We'll handle this; you just stay at the Undying Club."

An unexpected look flashed in Serey's eyes, and he looked at Fuen in confusion, "Are you concerned about me?"

"I just know that once you leave the Undying Club and choose to intervene in this world... you'll end up miserably," Fuen laughed, "Not to mention all your numerous enemies, that Devil alone won't spare you, for you've cost him a lot of souls."

Serey sneered a few times, picked up a nearby parasol, looking like he was really going to leave, but just as he was about to push the door open, Fuen called out to him again.

"One more question, Serey, why did you betray the Night King back then? Was it really just because you got bored of immortality?"

Till now, Fuen couldn't figure out this question, and he really wanted to know the answer.

Serey said, "You won't believe the answer."

"Let's hear it."

Serey earnestly and seriously replied, "For love and peace, for a better world."

Fuen looked at Serey's serious expression and burst out laughing.

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