Chapter 1245: Chapter 62: Forge Furnace Volcano
Bologue made an extremely rational decision after hesitating for less than a minute.
He chose to first infiltrate the Sublimation Furnace Core area, following the route provided by Mamo, to seek out that secret laboratory.
This was not only to satisfy Bologue’s private desires but also for the action of finding the road to the Holy City. It was known that the current situation in the Ruins District had completely changed, the information provided by the Order Bureau was completely useless, who knows where the containment area is, and who knows what it will look like.
Everywhere were monsters with distorted perceptions, disguised as employees. They even had an internal security department. Without accidents, Bologue’s main opponents next would be them.
The Ruins District was filled with hostile Ether. They further restricted Bologue’s powers, rejecting his summoning.
Bologue rarely found himself in such a passive situation.
After checking his equipment, Bologue injected himself with a shot of Mang Silver Soul to replenish the Ether consumed during the recent battle, and after a tidying up, he returned to his full state.
Opening the recent security door, a familiar industrial style came into view, Bologue still hid in the shadows, advancing through the narrow gaps between large devices.
Soon Bologue encountered a group of employees. They stood in front of the control panel, fiddling with levers and buttons that were long broken, writing a string of random numbers in notebooks covered in graffiti.
These guys were truly dedicated. Due to the chaos of the Ruins District, most of the equipment requiring personnel maintenance here had ceased functioning years ago, yet they still pretended as if it was operating normally.
Bologue began to wonder about the so-called Decision Room they mentioned in their conversation earlier.
Was it just a common term used in a game, or had they, in this chaotic region, even replicated a Decision Room?
"Area 3, a corridor marked with the Sublimation Furnace Core emblem..."
Bologue recalled the hints on the list, searching around.
The spatial distortion and fusion of various departments rendered the map Bologue carried useless, but the good news was that the numerals were still engraved on the steel, and as long as Bologue kept moving, he could eventually find his target in this chaotic maze.
"It’s so bizarre..."
Bologue looked up. Above him was a towering Dome, but at the midpoint of this Dome, another level had been inserted horizontally, hung with staggering desks piled with documents and electronic equipment, whiteboards filled with dense figures and graphs.
An office from a certain Scholar overlapped with the Dome, appearing very abrupt, adding a weird absurdity to the Ruins District.
Bologue shifted his focus back to the path ahead. After taking a few steps, he passed by a row of storage lockers. These lockers weren’t supposed to be here, and beside them was a neatly arranged row of Protective Clothing.
This should be the changing room for Scholars to don Protective Clothing, yet due to spatial distortion, it had been relocated here.
A slightly dangerous thought rose in Bologue’s mind.
A few minutes later, Bologue emerged from this "open-air" changing room, his steps somewhat unsteady. Every movement carried a cumbersome feel, and his breathing became heavy. Bologue realized this was his first time wearing Protective Clothing.
Discover the pattern, understand the pattern, leverage the pattern.
This was a sentence Bologue had seen in Aimou’s office. She wrote it on a sticky note and placed it on the scribbled whiteboard.
Bologue liked this sentence, the scholars’ ideology resonated with Bologue’s own thoughts.
"How do these employees identify intruders?"
Bologue remained vigilant and stepped out from the shadows, pondering whether there was some special mode of communication between the employees or if they judged based on appearance like humans do to a certain extent.
Practice.
Ahead appeared numerous employees wearing Protective Clothing, just like ones Bologue had seen before, carrying loads of bulky clutter, treating these items as rare alchemical materials.
Bologue got closer to them, his nerves tensed up. According to his wristwatch timing, in a few more minutes, the so-called internal security department would be deployed. Bologue didn’t want to clash with these dull Undead.
"Hey, you!"
An employee noticed Bologue approaching, calling out loudly with a familiar hoarse tone.
Bologue thought these employees not only mimicked human work but also human language. Some voices were terribly hoarse, while others stumbled and stuttered.
"Hmm."
Bologue minimized his speech, quickening his pace a bit.
"Where are your materials?"
The leading employee asked. It seemed unaware of Bologue’s oddity.
Bologue imitated the hoarse tone, responding, "Materials? They’re here."
Raising the suitcase in his hand, this box was forged from Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, containing Grudging Bite and Vengeful Saw Axe. No matter how bulky and large the Protective Clothing was, Bologue couldn’t fit these two weapons inside.
"Just these?"
Bologue guessed it might be trying to express displeasure, but like all the employees, its words were devoid of any emotion.
"That’s all there is."
Bologue replied coldly, answering cautiously according to his previous assumptions.
These employees regarded the clutter as some kind of substance, continually transporting them. Bologue tried to slip into their perspective, playing the fool alongside them.
