Bologue is convinced and certain that neither now, nor in the past or future, would he ever love the so-called Devil, and he would always hold absolute hatred and disgust for it.
What disturbs and pains Bologue even more is that, no matter how much he resists the Devil, he finds it difficult to escape from it.
Just as the Astronaut said, he needs him to carry out a grand plan, and he himself also needs to use the Devil to unravel the truth of all mysteries.
His Undying Body, the strange Protection, and even the various information provided by the Devil, they tempt Bologue like the honey oozing from a tree, until he is deeply entangled, unable to extricate himself, eternally imprisoned like a mosquito in Amber.
Bologue does not fear this; on the contrary, what he truly fears is his inability to fulfill others' expectations.
"I am a Pioneer... I am a Pioneer..."
