Andlao

Hello, my name is Bologue Lazarus, a debtor.

The wound on Bologue's face is healing at an observable speed. The blood remaining on his face flows back, and the skin is reattached, as if time is reversing.

Faced with the terrified dying demon, he whispered.

This is my "blessing", the "debt" I owe.

Sixty-six years ago, with the end of the Scorched Earth Fury, Opus of Oath City rose from the ruins of the Holy City.

Sixty-six years later, the Kagader Empire and Rhine Alliance, two colossal entities spanning the continent, are plotting another all-consuming war.
Order Bureau, King's Secret Sword, Order of Truth, Corrupted Sect, All Secrets Order... existences hidden in the shadows of history, trying to join this grand celebration.

Under the curtain, the devils enjoy the agony of mortals, taste the values offered, manipulate fate, and bestow curses and blessings.
Gazing at the mortals who were originally kindred spirits, they loathe and slaughter each other...

Endless Debt

"What do you think the boss needs so many Philosopher's Stones for?"


The man asked his colleague beside him with a hint of greed and confusion.


He was well aware of how many Philosopher's Stones were hidden in the factory behind them—it was practically a treasure trove that could drive anyone mad. Every time he thought about it, his blood boiled, wanting to devour them all. But at the thought of the boss's cruelty, the excitement instantly turned icy cold.


Another man stood on the other side; the two of them were the night sentries, guarding the gate, vigilantly watching for anyone's approach.


"Who knows? Isn't this stuff really valuable? Maybe it's for money?" The other person said uncertainly.


The mention of money brought a sneer to the man's face, which quickly turned to pain.


"It's because of money that I sold my soul, and I ended up losing everything, left with nothing." He whispered.


Chapter 85: Calling