Bologg seemed to be aware of Leviathan's conspiracy. "As long as you want, you can put another soul into the body of the soulless man at any time, create another Bologg Lazarus, and change his life."

Totally screwed up."

Nameless anger rose from Boluogo's heart. He thought of the long war and the fall of the Holy City. He saw an endless net, spreading from the past to the present, tightly binding

own destiny.

"Tell me, Leviathan," Bologo said sharply, "I obviously escaped from my fate, why did I go back on the day when the Holy City fell?"

When the young Boluogo left the Holy City and started a new life in Redwood Town, Boluogo could be sure that he had indeed escaped from the hands of fate, but in the end, he still set foot on the battlefield.

One day, he appeared outside the sacred city.

In that brilliant light, he signed a blood contract with the devil and sold his soul.

This sounds like a long-planned conspiracy.

Boluogo clenched his fists and stared at him, "Are you manipulating my life?"

"no."

Leviathan denied Bologo's accusation and replied casually, "The body of a soulless person and the soul with the coordinates of another world. On these two points, I can be sure that their birth is man-made and has been premeditated.

of.

But you are not, Boluogo."

Leviathan... Hill recalled that day, that day in the distant past, when his friend died in front of his eyes, and the only remaining achievements were sent into the winding cracks.

"You did indeed escape from the hands of fate that day, but maybe you yourself also longed for revenge. On the day the Holy City fell, you came back and appeared on the battlefield."

Hill laughed, "To be honest, this was not my original plan, but when I noticed your presence on the battlefield, a new idea replaced everything else."

"You may not believe it, Boluogo," Hill said frankly, "It was you who appeared on the battlefield that day, so you prompted the establishment of the bet."

There are conspiracies and accidents, but there is no doubt that all of this is driven by Boluogo's will.

"Boluogo, your 'body' and 'spirit' may be the product of conspiracy, but I can tell you for sure that the 'heart' was born from it.

The will of Borogo Lazarus belongs entirely to you."

Bologo hated the devil and doubted the devil, but at this moment, he instinctively believed Leviathan's words.

"That was an accident?"

"Yes, an accident among countless conspiracies."

"Even if there is no me, there will be another person."

"Yes, you are not special. What is special is that this era is the end of countless wills competing with each other. One person must appear."

Hill said softly, "It just happened that you were standing there."
Chapter completed!