So far, Bologue's life has been utterly peculiar. First, there were the memories of his "past life," the ordinary childhood and growth; then he got swept into the Wrath of Scorched Earth, was taken in by the Order Bureau during the Fall of the Holy City, and now...

After meeting with the astronaut, Bologue began to wonder whether his "past life" could truly be considered his "past life."

Was this something forged by the Devil's power? And what role did it play in the astronaut's conspiracy?

Amidst the countless thoughts flashing in his mind, Bologue slowly lowered his body, clutched his head with his hands, and tried hard to control his thinking to avoid falling into the quagmire of madness.

Bologue thought of himself as special, and his various past experiences only reinforced this belief.

He possessed the Time Reversing Axis, a near-perfect Undying Body; he bore the Alchemy Matrix of Overlord Xilin, and he was chosen by an astronaut and a Devil...

God, his experiences would make him the protagonist destined for greatness if this were a novel.

Yet, Bologue wasn't happy about this realization; instead, he became aware of the horror lurking behind the curtain. If he were the protagonist, he'd have to assume the responsibilities of one and face the raging storms.

Bologue wasn't afraid, though. He just felt a bit excited.

Not happy, but very excited—shuddering at the knowledge of secrets, his blood heated throughout his body, with every nerve screaming out a hoarse war cry.

In Jerry's words, Bologue was somewhat narcissistic. Combined with his past experiences, the various encounters further distorted his personality.

Bologue was somewhat narcissistic and possessed a twisted Savior complex. He believed in his ironclad principles and thought of himself as a blazing Fire Sword, destined to cut down the bloodlines of the wicked and obliterate all evilness.

Beneath the seemingly rational and clear facade, there lay a heart with an unquenchable thirst for blood.

Now Bologue was one step closer to the Devils, even becoming involved in their struggles as a Chosen One.

If...

If he truly was King Solomon's creation, a being significant enough to make many Chosen Ones wary and eager to destroy...

This implied one thing: Bologue possessed a power that instilled fear in the Chosen Ones, only he had yet to realize it.

Once, Bologue felt powerless against the Devils, but if he was King Solomon's creation and the cause of the Fall of the Holy City, then he possessed that blazing Fire Sword. The next step was just finding a way to wield it and start slashing.

"No... you're not."

Nesanel answered decisively, extinguishing the flames of Bologue's delusional hopes.

"You seem a bit disappointed."

Nesanel observed Bologue's expression. Just now, Bologue had been excited and twisted, like a bloodthirsty Butcher, but after hearing Nesanel's answer, he appeared quite let down, looking disheartened.

Bologue calmed his emotions, covering his nature with reason, "A bit, but it's okay."

"Oh? Your mindset... really is quite strange."

Nesanel found it hard to grasp Bologue's thoughts, "Others, upon knowing they've been drawn into the Devils' conflicts and entangled in layers of plots, should feel panic and fear. Yet you're excited, as if ready to draw your sword and cut someone down."

Bologue didn't know how to describe this, "It's... sort of a hobby?"

"A hobby?"

Nesanel burst out laughing, then gave a nod of affirmation, "Quite a hobby indeed."

Bologue relaxed and then laughed at himself. Surely, he wasn't some Chosen One. It was all just him overthinking.

However, Bologue didn't feel disheartened. Back on the Wind Source Highlands, when Ralph berated Palmer, his mindset began to shift.

Palmer wasn't special; he just happened to be Fuen's son and happened to be born in an era when the Path of Wind Fury was completed.

The same went for Bologue. He wasn't special; many of his experiences came about merely by chance.

No one is irreplaceable; everyone can be replaced.

"Red Dragon."

Suddenly, Nesanel stated, "This is our code name for that unknown entity."

Bologue wasn't unfamiliar with this term. After Adelle saved him back then, Bologue would listen to her teachings whenever he could, wherein this existence was mentioned.

"Seven heads and ten horns, crowned."

Adelle described the Red Dragon that rose from the Abyss in such a manner. It beat its wings vigorously, and wherever it went, it left everything scorched, destroying the paradise on the ground before heading towards the Celestial Kingdom above the Dome, until the stars fell.

The world-ending Red Dragon.

"Interestingly, according to the records, we initially thought you were the 'Red Dragon,'" Nesanel said, "the only survivor of the Fall of the Holy City, bearing an almost perfect Undying Body."

"Over the sixty-six years you were detained, we've always been investigating matters related to you, hoping to find evidence proving you were the 'Red Dragon.' Unfortunately, you are not."

Bologue said, "Maybe it's just a coincidence that I happened to be there, became a Debtor, and turned into an Undead."

"A coincidence, but not entirely," Nesanel said, "After all, you are the Chosen One of the Devil, the proxy of this upcoming conflict."

Bologue froze.

Indeed, on one hand, he felt he wasn't special, yet his identity as a Chosen One constantly reminded him of his uniqueness.

Nesanel proposed his theory, "Perhaps... you are somehow connected to the 'Red Dragon,' which is why the Devil chose you?"

Words from deep within his memory echoed in Bologue's mind.

"The Tyrant once told me that he was searching for someone and said I resembled that person, but it was only a resemblance; I was not that person."

Bologue realized, "The Tyrant is searching for the 'Red Dragon'?"

The Devils could not intervene in the world directly, so they dispatched Chosen Ones to win battles on their behalf. King Solomon's creation, the "Red Dragon," could threaten all Chosen Ones, becoming the sole winner.

Whoever obtained the "Red Dragon" would become the victor.

"Possibly, nobody knows what that entity truly is. It could be a person, an object, or even something conceptual,"

Nesanel shrugged, indicating his helplessness, "Besides you, we couldn't find a second survivor, and your memories of that history are scant."

Bologue said, "I think even if I recalled something, it wouldn't help much. I never reached the interior of the Holy City; I 'died' on the outskirts."

Both fell into a silent consensus, organizing their thoughts, allowing their weary consciousness to unwind.

One certainty remained: the "Red Dragon" had not yet exerted its power, yet the Holy City was already destroyed. So, the "Red Dragon" still lingered on this land. However, over all these years, neither the Order Bureau, the King's Secret Sword, nor even the Tyrant had been able to find its traces.

Bologue said, "So, the Devils' conflict hasn't ended either. The Fall of the Holy City was just an intermission. Everyone's gathering strength to return."

Nesanel responded, "According to the records, this is the Devils' most prolonged conflict ever."

All wars were interconnected, from the Wrath of Scorched Earth to the Secret Wars. None of these were continuations of previous battles but rather parts of this grand conflict.

It never ended.

"Then... there's also a Devil backing the Order Bureau, right?"

Bologue's tone turned solemn as he slowly clenched his fists. In fact, he was already mentally prepared for this possibility after Nesanel brought up those points, but turning guesses into reality left Bologue with indescribable feelings.

The Devil had never left, always lingering by Bologue's side. Perhaps when Bologue worked every day, it was observing him from nearby.

"Yes, there is a Devil behind the Order Bureau, but this Devil... is somewhat special."

Nesanel was unsure how to describe it, "Among the numerous Devils, he stands as the least harmful one."

"It's still a Devil!"

Bologue insisted, then deflated because, when all was said and done, Bologue himself was also a Debtor and a Chosen One, enlisted as the Devil's pawn on Earth...

"Then put it another way, Bologue."

Nesanel spoke mysteriously, "We've enslaved this Devil."

"Enslaved?"

"Yes, enslaved. We've bound him with some clandestine methods."

Nesanel raised his hand, clinching it tightly, signifying power.

"See, Devils aren't always invincible.

At least, not right now."

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