Endless Debt

Chapter 1265 - 76: Diary_4

Damn it, for the research on Void Realm intelligence, this area and other parts of the Cultivation Room are completely isolated. In other words, I’m in the Cultivation Room, but I’ve lost contact with the entire Cultivation Room and the Order Bureau."Bologue continued to browse, and with excessive thinking, he could imagine all that she had encountered.

"I’ve been wandering in this maze for several days now, no rescue has arrived, and I haven’t found anyone else. Where have they gone, have they been spaced out?"

To maintain absolute secrecy in research, there aren’t many scholars here, and for a long time, the number hasn’t surpassed double digits.

In complete isolation, the secret lab has somewhat become independent of the Cultivation Room. As for the rescue she needs... During her lost contact, the Cultivation Room, influenced by Xilin, began to warp. To prevent disaster from expanding, the Order Bureau at that time drew a boundary line, defining the Cultivation Room and Ruins District.

Simultaneously, a secret war broke out.

"No... can’t hope for rescue, and best not to have any rescue."

Her emotions stabilized, and she wrote down the opposite text, "Once I’m rescued, the Decision Room will definitely discover what we’ve been researching. Not to mention any punishment, the Decision Room will surely ban our research.

Void Realm intelligence, just thinking about it is maddening."

Even in a desperate situation, she still cared about her research, which perfectly matched Bologue’s stereotype of scholars.

Carefully checking, when writing this part, this page of the diary had been torn off and then stuck back on.

"Logically, to prevent the Decision Room from discovering, I should stop recording, but that’s not right, anyway, the Decision Room can’t find this, if it’s written, so be it, not to mention Mamo is outside!"

Writing this part, Bologue could feel the joy conveyed through the words.

"Mamo will find this, find me, even if... even if he finds me, I’ve already died, at least these records will be left behind."

Her mindset was very strong, taking less than twenty-four hours to clarify her thoughts and all possibilities.

The following content became much simpler. In her description, the entire Ruins District began to change chaotically, with buildings twisting and deforming every moment, like erupting lava. She never stayed in any place for more than three hours, but even the hottest lava would solidify in slow flow, and so would space.

A week after Xilin’s invasion, space gradually stabilized, and she also mentioned in the diary that she encountered a monster, then a second, third...

"It must be spatial distortion causing the secret lab to overlap with the outside world, opening a passage to let these monsters in.

Bad news, I don’t know how many monsters got in, good news, since they can come in, then I can also go out."

Seeing this, Bologue thought of Furya, feeling a bit uneasy.

"These monsters are very interesting; their shapes are not consistent, extremely varied, some are horrifyingly vicious, some are rather cute, but that’s not important, I’ve killed them all, in this laboratory, there’s no shortage of weapons."

A month passed in the diary.

"No new monsters have appeared, and I’ve checked the place many times, but I still can’t find the way they came in, could they have appeared out of thin air?"

The dates kept jumping.

"I began dissecting these strange monsters, searched through the archives, and couldn’t find any records of them. Did they pop out of the containment area?"

"I discovered something strange.

These monsters seem to have optical interference; they look incredibly grotesque, but if you close your eyes and rely only on touch, they feel very much like... very much like..."

"I think I missed something, what about the others? Why can’t I find them, even if they’re dead, there should be bodies..."

Bologue’s heart was on edge.

"I have an unsettling thought, oh God, I— I don’t know what to do, but I will continue to study, I must figure out what’s going on."

Bologue took a deep breath, turned another page with a heavy heart, concise, tidy words emerged, without any unnecessary verbiage, just straightforward, almost report-like descriptions.

"I have been affected by cognitive distortion; I killed my colleagues."