At dawn, Bologo woke up. He was a person who had very little sleep. Generally speaking, if you sleep for a few hours, Bologo would become full of energy.

Jeffrey was also surprised by Bologo's vitality. Faced with his questions, Bologo just casually explained, "I have slept long enough in the black prison."

When he woke up, he did not get up immediately as usual, lay in the warm bedding, narrowing his eyes and thinking about something.

The strange scene that happened last night flashed back in front of your eyes, spanning time and space, bringing a biting cold feeling.

Bologo reached out and put it on the windowsill beside the bed, fumbled around in a random way, easily touching the cold thing.

The hazy sleepiness disappeared in an instant, and Bologo woke up completely, as if he was dragged into the cold deep sea from a warm bed.

Breathing was slightly rapid, and he picked up the thing, held it over his head, and looked at it.

Mamen coins.

Golden, golden mamon coins.

Bologo sat up, holding the mamon coins in his palm, and could feel the coldness of metal from his palm. This coldness did not warm up due to Bologo's body temperature, but was as strong as ever, exuding a severe chill.

No one answered him, but Belogo instinctively realized that this Mamen coin was different, and unlike the Mamen coin that Vika showed him, this Mamen coin was extremely special... with magic.

Pulling the curtains, Bologo looked in the direction of the big crack, his eyes flashed with a little confusion, followed by a passionate sense of expectation.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and Bologo muttered.

"That's interesting."

He is real.

The so-called urban legends appear before our eyes one by one, transforming from illusion into reality, and getting closer infinitely until they are within reach.

This is terrifying, but also extremely exciting.

Bologo is like a new child, encountering new things every day. He even began to look forward to the scene when he was wandering for a second time when he was visiting the road. He really wanted to dig out the secret hidden in the big crack and see the true appearance of "him".

The Lord of the Wandering Fork Road, the protector of darkness and evil, is entrenched in the shadow of the big rift.

Tyrant.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

Bologo whispered.

If you have any value, it must be your own "resurrection from the dead", and your intelligence is absolutely confidential and completely under the control of the Order Bureau. How did the "tyrant" understand himself?

Did you find out while hunting Nome?

But Bologo clearly remembered that he did not leave any witnesses.

Thoughts were interrupted here, and Bologo realized his misunderstanding. Who said that he could not find himself without witnesses?

Unlike the "previous life" strictly bound by physical codes, the world where Bologo is now in possession of the extraordinary power of deceit and unknown. Perhaps it is the operation of some extraordinary power that exposed himself to the eyes of the "tyrant".

After all, he was the founder of the Wandering Fork Road and created the existence of this Shadow City.

It is not an exaggeration to imagine that a legendary existence like this is not an exaggeration to imagine his strength.

But the more I think this way, the feeling of being targeted by a big shot really makes Bologo feel uncomfortable.

Slowly clenched his fists, Belogo clearly realized that he needed strength and that he needed strength to gain a foothold in Opus. Even if he could not fight against these unknown big men, he would at least have the ability to bite a piece of meat from them.

Bologo has always adhered to the concept of "even if you can't beat it, you have to make the other party pay a price". Jeffrey praised him as a vicious dog with a irritable head.

It sounds bad, but Jeffrey unexpectedly likes Bologo.

Get up, tidy up the bed, put on the clothes, turn on the radio, wait for "Grey Mist, Industry and Delicious Shrimp Shortbread" hosted by Dudel, and think about what to do today while waiting time.

Soon after, a familiar voice came from the radio.

"Hello, all the listeners! I am Dudel, your loyal friend who plays twice a day, welcome to listen to this column!"

Accompanied by the harsh music, Dudel yelled in the singing.

"Gray Mist! Industrial! Delicious fresh shrimp shortbread!"

Bologo thought about what he did today.

He prepared lunch to have delicious shrimp shortbread, which is a specialty of Opus, and its name is included in Dudel's radio program.

Recalling the delicious food, long-lasting memories gradually emerged before my eyes, and a kind voice sounded.

"What do you want to eat?"

Bologo remembers that it was what happened after he met Adele when he was released from prison. After the two briefly reminisced about the past, she took herself to a restaurant on the side of the road.

Adele sat opposite him, looking at himself softly, asking what he wanted to eat.

"Eat slowly, eat slowly, and there are many more."

Seeing himself eating voraciously, Adele said repeatedly.

Bologo still remembered the feeling, his dry and barren mouth, the sourness of the water secreted a little bit, and he swallowed it in big mouths before he even had time to taste the taste of the food.

"Life in prison is hard to endure."

Adele asked when he saw his embarrassed look.

"Fortunately, the food was a bit bad."

In order not to worry her, Bologo did not tell her about the black prison, except for three meals.

"It's simply pig food."

Bologo cursed.

Recalling this, I ended. I was not in the restaurant, but at home, and there was no Adele by my side. All I had was Dudel's voice on the radio.

Bologo's expression was a little stiff, and his smile was frozen on his face, just like after the movie ended, he saw the audience with the ending subtitles before he walked out of the story.

He is a person with a good memory, and he also likes memories.

For Bologo, after living in this world for so many years, the memories of the "previous life" began to appear extremely strange, just like the memories of another person.

But he is still willing to constantly recall and look back on those precious memories, which are like movies, supporting him through the most difficult time.

"As long as there are memories, people can tolerate loneliness."

Bologo whispered.

It was Bologo's most precious treasure, the "previous life" that no one knew, and the gorgeous and beautiful memories.

Shake your head vigorously to get rid of the slightly sad emotions.

After a boring day, Bologo looked at his savings. He wanted to build a TV and a video recorder at home so that he could watch movies at home.

After calculating the funds, even if I bought second-hand goods, it was still not something Bologo could afford at the moment. It seemed that I would have to endure it for a while.

Bologo sighed a long sigh. He realized that after so long and so much, he had to worry about money in the end.

It feels like everything is back to the starting point, which is awful.

For a moment, Bologo was even illusioning whether to go out to fight the gangsters. This was a just move, and the only thing he needed was... a little money from the gangsters.

This is probably considered a bad person, and I don’t know how the Order Bureau views this behavior.

My thoughts were messy and mixed together, turning into a mess.

Looking at the phone, Bologo wondered whether the Order Bureau could pay the salary in advance. An excellent employee like him should be able to pay some salary in advance, right? But at this moment, the phone rang.

Bologo was stunned for two seconds, then a look of joy appeared on his face.

Generally speaking, only Jeffrey will call himself, and contacting himself means the arrival of the implantation ceremony.

I answered the phone and a familiar voice rang.

"Borogo?"

"Yeah, it's me."

Bologo responded, with a joyful look in his voice. Apart from killing the demons, there was few things that could make Bologo so happy.

Implantation ceremony, alchemy matrix, secret energy...

In fact, Bologo is already a member of the extraordinary world. His "resurrection from the dead" is even stronger than the secret energy of most people, but this is not enough. Bologo also needs a sharper sword and a heavier hammer.

"Is the implantation ceremony ready?" asked Bologo.

Hearing this, Jeffrey's voice stopped, he hesitated for a few seconds, and then his voice was dry.

"Well... something went wrong."

"What's the problem?" Bologo felt a little wrong.

“In fact, the implantation ceremony is ready. According to your ‘gift’, we have selected a few ‘alchemy matrices’ that are very suitable for you.”

Bologo's "Resurrection from the Death" is a very powerful force. If combined with appropriate secret energy, it will exert extremely strong power.

"For example, the secret energy and bloodthirsty of the 'body-ascending school' will allow you to draw blood from the flesh of others and strengthen yourself, and in conjunction with your 'resurrection from the dead', you will become a life harvester."

Unfamiliar words spit out from Jeffrey's mouth, and what sounds like the secret energy has also been divided into different schools.

"But something unexpected happened."

Bad news is coming.
To be continued...