CHAPTER 385: CHAPTER 158: ROAD RAGE

Second time reversal.

Bologue didn’t go to the warehouse to get the Alchemy Armament. First, it was too time-consuming, and second, Bologue still didn’t know Aimou’s whereabouts. He decided that in this time reversal, his primary goal was to find Aimou.

Once the target location was confirmed, in subsequent time reversals, Bologue could save more time on the road, eliminating the need to search back and forth. Another thing was that Bologue didn’t know what kind of battles he would encounter next.

He regarded this time reversal as a trial-and-error, and only after confirming Aimou’s location and the specific threat would he arm himself.

The azure car shot out into the street, and in the early morning, there weren’t many vehicles on the road. Bologue floored the accelerator, racing forward.

Glancing at his wristwatch, he realized he gained a lot of time, and then followed the directions of the tracker, the car speeding through intersections, advancing along the straight road.

He encountered several red lights, yet Bologue unhesitatingly accelerated through. Some cars barely missed him; the feelings of the other drivers were unknown, but Bologue could hear horns blaring constantly, as if cursing at him.

Bologue was racing against time, and also against Opus’s morning rush hour. He had to be faster, otherwise, the citizens waking up, traveling, and the crowded streets would tightly restrict Bologue.

Faster, even faster!

He gripped the steering wheel, his gaze shifting back and forth between the road conditions and his watch.

Following the pointer’s guidance, Bologue gradually approached the destination. Murky fog rose, like a pillar of mist holding up the sky, standing behind the concrete and steel.

The Great Rift.

Bologue had anticipated this. According to the Sixth Group’s tracking, Teda disappeared with the Alchemy Workshop, so Aimou should have found Teda by now. They might be wandering in the junction, or perhaps in a narrow crevice.

This was a good start. Bologue fully utilized each time reversal without any waste, and this is what an expert should look like.

"Make way!"

Bologue rolled down the car window, yelling and honking, like a rampant bandit.

He charged out of the street and drove onto the rugged road, reaching the outskirts of the Great Rift.

Dust flew up, the car bumped continuously, and the brand new car turned old in an instant. With Bologue’s extreme driving, it collided with other vehicles several times, and the once-sleek surface was now covered with mottled scratches.

If Geoffrey saw this, he’d surely have a heart attack. Likewise, Palmer would too; he’d drag Bologue out from the driver’s seat and punch and kick him.

Strictly speaking, this car was allocated to Palmer. Previously, Palmer had pestered Geoffrey, saying a dignified field staff riding a motorcycle on duty was too shabby and needed something cooler.

Geoffrey refused, saying there was no need for a car in the Great Rift where they were on duty.

After the raid at the venue, due to their excellent performance and subsequent dire situation, Geoffrey thought it over and decided to get them a new car.

The screeching sound continued, and the early workers saw this roaring metal beast. Its driver must have road rage, as it lurched to a stop at the Great Rift’s edge, accompanied by a dull thud, and black smoke rose from under the hood.

Bologue casually pushed open the car door, ignoring the sparks igniting, and without a glance, briskly walked towards the Great Rift.

Anyway, after the next time reversal, the car would be reset, so he had no reason to care about those things.

He checked the pointer and then his watch again, realizing some issues, like this time reversal being postponed.

On the way here, Bologue accidentally knocked down a streetlight because he noticed the last reversal’s node was drawing nearer, creating a much tense feeling.

But when the clock hand passed that node, the anticipated time reversal didn’t occur; the reset node was postponed.

"Was it your doing, Aimou?" Bologue muttered to himself.

This time reversal was most likely caused by Aimou and Teda, and they would be the determiners of the time reversal, being the ones who postponed the reset node.

"Is it related to resurrecting Alice?"

Bologue already realized Aimou’s true wish. He did consider Aimou as a human just like him, but Bologue hadn’t noticed another point.

Aimou was just a child. A child’s world is simple, and wanting to gain her father’s love and recognition, she might inevitably do some foolish things.

Like cooperating with Teda to resurrect Alice, which sounded a bit far-fetched, choosing self-destruction for a bit of affection.

But Bologue found it not impossible. He had seen too many similar fools, who, for some inexplicable reasons, offered their souls and took the wrong path.

One thing Bologue was certain of was that this incident definitely involved the Devil, as these unscrupulous merchants would never miss a suitable target client like Aimou.

The nearby workers watched as this furious madman Bologue seemed to be deep in thought, and then suddenly stepped back a few paces, accelerating, running.

"Wait!"

A passionate worker tried to stop Bologue, but he couldn’t keep up with Bologue’s speed at all.

With a running start, Bologue leapt up like a cannonball, diving directly into the dense fog within the Great Rift, leaving the workers staring at the spot where Bologue disappeared.

"Is this... is this suicide?" someone wondered.

"I’ve seen suicides many times, but it’s the first time seeing such a furious one... what a nice car."

Another person looked at the battered car forlornly; despite Bologue’s violent driving, it was clear the car was new.

"It’s nothing, after all, this is Opus, and everyone’s under a lot of pressure."

One of them, with a worldly demeanor, showed no concern for Bologue’s suicide.

The others agreed, nodding their heads.

Yes, these days, everyone is under a lot of pressure.

What they didn’t notice was Bologue’s figure plummeting rapidly in the fog, followed by the grappling hook flinging out and embedding into the rock face.

Bologue swung in mid-air a few times, landing steadily like a falcon on the aerial corridor.

The aerial corridor trembled a few times, then stabilized. Bologue lifted his head, the Face of Horror was already on his face, his breathing becoming deep and oppressive, like a bloodthirsty beast.

"Is it even lower?"

Bologue took a few steps, observing as he followed the guidance of the pointer, looking below into the layers of the Sea of Mist.

A faint wave of anxiety washed over him, and Bologue immediately flipped out from the aerial corridor, continuing to fall and again tethering himself to the edge of the rock face.

As he descended, the wave of sensation grew stronger, until a distinct Ether reaction came from deep within the Sea of Mist.

Bologue could be certain that was the location where Aimou was, even the pointer indicated this.

Letting go, Bologue plummeted straight down, piercing through the dense fog, where he saw dazzling light, followed by Ether surging, stirring up a storm.

The residue left after burning danced like ashes in the wind, colliding against the crimson flesh, while the grotesque flesh continuously expanded, almost covering the entire cliff face.

The intersecting corridors were also enveloped in flesh, and amid the dripping blood, it resembled the skeleton of some monster, protruding one by one from the rock face.

The grappling hook caught onto the upper corridor, and Bologue hung in mid-air, observing the frenzied battlefield from afar.

The wave of anxiety now turned into a heart resonance, squeezing Bologue’s blood, a sensation too familiar to him.

"Immortal Heart."

Thus, Bologue could ascertain that the Immortal Heart was within.

As encountered at the venue, the entire cliff face also got engulfed and assimilated by flesh; vaguely, a few figures could still be seen traversing within, and Bologue did not think they were Aimou and Teda.

Bologue pondered on what to do next, but suddenly a blazing sun rose in this abyssal place.

The light did not erupt from within the flesh, but from another corner of the Great Rift; at this moment, Bologue glanced at the tracking device on the back of his hand, the pointer also began to shift, not pointing toward the flesh.

Aimou is not here?

Bologue had no time to think, the blazing white light dispelled the fog, crushed through layer upon layer of rock, shattering corridors one by one, under the annihilating force, time too would halt, reverse.

Blue pupils stared directly at the radiant light, until it completely engulfed Bologue.

The track extending forward dimmed, vanished; before its complete demise, it branched into new paths again.

After a brief disorientation, Bologue regained control of his bodily sensations, consciousness gradually awakening, he blinked forcefully, familiar scenes came into view.

"What did you say..."

"Shut up."

Bologue interrupted Serey’s gibberish, already heard too many times... although it seemed to Serey this was his first time speaking.

An iron taste flooded his mouth, Bologue touched his nose, blood dripped down, staining the corner of his clothes.

The second time reversal ended.

The third time reversal began.