This time, the stairs were no longer endless and without an end in sight. After stepping onto them, Yinsen saw where the exit was. He only brought dried rations, fresh water, and the Wooden Stick he used as a weapon, nothing more.
Once he stepped onto the stairs, his previously hazy memories became clear again. He turned to glance at the seemingly boundless sea and suddenly felt a chill. If he had failed to find the right method in time, would he have had to survive in that world forever?
"My body is that of an ordinary person now. Although I haven't shown any signs of aging, if my lifespan has been suppressed to that of an ordinary person, then I might die here..."
Just thinking about that ending was terrifying.
To die alone in a place unknown to anyone... If Abraham failed this trial and died outright, that would be wonderful.
"My trial should be different from his, right?"
A world filled entirely with ocean was clearly connected to his own experiences. Abraham should have encountered a different environment.
By now, Yinsen could more or less guess the nature of the Tower of Babel's trials. The next trial would most likely require him to "recover" his strength.
"I just don't know whether it'll make me 'lose my memories' again."
He hoped not. That feeling was utterly miserable! Because of that concern, when he reached the end of the stairs and faced the Light Gate, he did not step through immediately.
"Maybe I should do something first?"
He could feel his power now, but at his core, he was still an ordinary person. He had no means of protecting his memories. Under such circumstances, it seemed like there was nothing he could do.
Whenever this happened, he wanted to kill