The glimmer of light passed through the gaps in the curtains and fell on Bologo's face. He opened his eyes and the new day began.

When he got up, he thought he would be as dazed as usual, but this time Bologo was much more awake than ever. Not only that, he also felt that he was "healthy".

This feeling is quite vague. Bologo attributes it to the "full food" in the assessment. He killed so many demons. He felt that his soul had never been full of, and this filling not only filled the void, but also reflected on his body.

The soul determines the body. If the soul is strong, the body will also be strong. If the soul fails, the body will also be twisted into a demon.

If calculated based on the game in his previous life, Bologo felt that his experience value must have grown a lot, but unfortunately, he has only relied on vague feelings to understand these things and could not intuitively see the degree of his soul's incompleteness.

But this is not a problem. Bologo guessed that the Order Bureau would solve this problem for himself. He began to look forward to being able to intuitively observe his empty day.

"A new life."

Bologo sighed that after successfully passing the assessment, he felt a sense of relief. A big stone in his heart fell to the ground. He was finally able to continue to imagine future things, rather than continue to waste time in the black prison.

"soul……"

Looking at the ceiling, Bologo's thoughts wandered.

Jeffrey is very much like a teacher. During his internship, he taught Bologo a lot of things. In his words, these are the most basic "professional qualities". It seems that since then, he has believed that he can join the Order Bureau.

Everything in the world has a soul. Whether it is steel, rocks, cats, dogs, or humans, they all have souls, but because of the difference between wisdom and will, the souls have a certain differentiation.

For the devil, the soul is the equivalent of "value" and is the only medicine that demons can relieve "hunger". The most precious alchemy material for alchemists.

Souls such as steel and rocks, such as "dead things", are unwilling, and "cold iron souls", their souls will not "disappear" independently and can be easily plundered, bound, and utilized. This is clearly reflected in alchemy.

The living creatures of animals and plants have certain wisdom and will, and are the "souls of silver". Therefore, after they die, their souls will slowly "disappear", but their wisdom and will are still too small, and they can be completely bound by "condensing" means.

The human soul is the most precious. It has sound wisdom and free will. It is the "soul of Qianjin". After the death of the body, the human soul cannot be bound. Even if the demon swallows it, it will only temporarily stay in the void to relieve hunger.

Using "condensing" to bind the "soul of Qianjin" and transforming the empty soul into an entity is only futile. The "soul of Qianjin" that is manifested will slowly evaporate until it completely "disappears".

The human soul is the most precious and cannot be bound. Even if it uses the "condensation" to forcibly "stagnate" the soul, it is just slowing down its "disappearance".

Besides one way.

The devil's blood covenant.

Transaction with the devil, write down your name in the contract book, and give your soul. From that moment on, the human soul will be completely bound, completely belong to the devil, unable to "disappear", and forever become part of the devil's property.

The shape of the devil is ever-changing, and no one knows what posture it will come to you. It may be a bird, a letter, or a phone call... The person who has taken away all the "Chanjin's soul" in the transaction will turn into a hungry demon.

Now Bologo has also fought with many demons. They were once satisfied with their "desire" by the devil, but soon fell into another crazier and deeper vortex.

What is even more confusing is that the devil's judgment of "value" is that for humans, all souls are extremely precious "golden souls", but in the eyes of the devil, the souls also seem to have a distinction between "value".

The most obvious manifestation is Bologo, who is the debtor, and the demons who were killed by him.

Bologo is of extraordinary value to the devil. He relies solely on part of his soul, and most of the demons, who sacrificed all their souls, fell into the foreground for monsters.

No one knows the criteria for these devils to judge "value", just as no one knows what purpose these mysterious existences have.

He sighed deeply.

Therefore, part of the soul of Belogo now belongs to the devil forever.

Whenever I think of this, Bologo has a headache and thinks about how to redeem his soul.

But... it doesn't seem to have to be redeemed.

In addition to the above, the soul has another characteristic, which is debris.

The birth and disappearance of the soul, or being plundered and swallowed, will inevitably have "loss" in the transfer of carriers and changes in form, and these lost parts are called "debris".

Crush is the soul, not the soul.

Jeffrey couldn't understand this part. There is currently no scholar who can effectively observe the existence of debris, and everything is just inference and theory.

The devil preys on the souls of others. The plundered soul will have a "depleted" part, and this part will not disappear or transfer, but will remain in the body of the demon, accumulate, and be completely released after his death.

Debris cannot be bound like the "soul of Canjin" and is destined to "disappear". It can be absorbed and swallowed by Bologo, and can obviously suppress hollow agitation and prevent the outbreak of phage.

This formed a slightly interesting food chain, where demons devour human souls, while Bologo killed demons and plundered debris from their remains.

From this point of view, Bologo looks more like a demon.

"The demon hunting the demon."

Bologo said to himself that he liked this statement. In his future work, he had the opportunity to collect debris and replenish his soul.

"I want to watch the sun, watch it be erased~"

Walking out of the bedroom, Bologo hummed a small song. He hadn't been so happy for a long time.

Brush your teeth, wash your face, yourself in the mirror, and on your familiar face, your skin is not very healthy and pale.

The Black Prison is a dark place. Because it hasn't been sunny for too long, Bologo was in a state of a cool corpse when he was released from prison. He lie in the sunlight for a while to make himself look healthier, but there is no sunlight in this ghost place in Opus.

When you look up, there are only thick and depressing, lead-gray clouds. Sometimes these heavy cumulus clouds will even spread to the ground, and the entire city is shrouded in toxic smog. For this reason, gas masks and other gas masks are very popular in Opus, and they are the kind that everyone has.

Bologo once relied on his immortality to go out without a gas mask during the "gray tide and smog" and walked alone into the smog that swallowed the city.

That was a really bad memory. It felt like swallowing the broken glass without killing it, but the pain followed like a shadow, repeatedly strangling your respiratory tract and even your lungs.

Since then, Bologo has honestly prepared some gas masks at home and bought a drawer of cans, which are necessities in Opus.

Oath City Opus, this is a bad city, but countless strangers have come here.

After packing up, Bologo came to the corridor, which was still familiar, with dust everywhere, yellowed walls were covered with advertisements, and garbage was piled up in the corners.

A burst of noise came from all directions, the sound of the TV next door, the quarrels of couples, and the unrestrained laughter.

Nothing different, as always.

But Bologo's mentality has changed a little. He is a free man, like a prisoner who smashes his shackles. This feels great.

After walking out of the room, the building was as usual, with no traces of fighting and no remains of the demon. Bologo carefully inspected it, and there was not even minced meat.

It seemed as if the madness that night was just a illusion of nothingness.

But Bologo is sure that's true.

How did these people do it?

He quietly invested so many demons and perfectly covered all the traces.

When asked their neighbors, they looked like they knew nothing, as if the entire building had fallen into a long sleep with the sealing of the cement wall that night.

This world is much more complicated than I expected. Fortunately, Bologo is now standing in front of the gate of the new world and just waiting to be pushed open with force.

"Borogo!"

The sudden shout woke Belogo from his thoughts. Jeffrey stood at the end of the corridor and walked quickly. After three days, Jeffrey finally took the initiative to contact him.

"Are you here to take me through the entry procedures?"

Bologo asked directly, with a faint excitement hidden in his heart, and he could no longer wait.

"About the same, I'll let you know some of the basic components of our Order Bureau."

Jeffrey said as he took out a string of key chains from his waist, searched carefully, and found a brass key with rust from it. He could see that there were some words engraved on it, but it was too small for Bologo to see what he wrote.

"Walk."

He signaled to Bologo and stood in front of Bologo's door.

"The place you live is too far away. It will take at least two hours to get to the headquarters from here. Time is tight. With my application, I just happened to take you to see the world."

Jeffrey said to Bologo mysteriously.

Bologo didn't know what the relationship between Jeffrey's previous and last sentences was, but when he thought of the strangeness during the assessment, he felt relieved.

The "Order Bureau" is far more mysterious and complex than I imagined. These guys not only deal with the devil, but also hunt the demons and control many extraordinary powers that Bologo still does not know.

"What are you doing?"

Jeffrey closed the door, then picked up the rusty brass key and tried to use it to open the iron door.

"Your key can't use my door..."

Bologo stopped as soon as he said it, his eyes fixed on the key.

A fine texture emitting a dark blue arc appeared on the key, and it was perfectly inserted into the lock core. After it was inserted into it, the dark blue arc spread to the lock core in a blink of an eye. The entire door quickly passed by the metal surface and then disappeared.

Bologo could feel something was flowing, something invisible or touching, but something that did exist was surging and pouring into the key.

Jeffrey's wrist was slightly pressed, the key was twisted, and a crisp sound of mechanical spring sounded inside the lock core.

The door is open.
Chapter completed!