In a corner of the village, Lynn lay on the ground.
His heart was filled with pain and anger, his eyes brimming with tears.
What had happened left him unable to face himself.
Before his eyes, he saw the people imprisoned in Demon Hell.
Their cries and pleas for help seemed to echo right beside his ears.
Lynn pounded the ground desperately.
He knew he had made another mistake.
"Why?"
"Why did this happen?"
"This isn't how it goes in knightly romances!"
"Why are demons so cunning?"
Wenren Sheng shook his head.
Anyone who read a few more intellectually challenging novels would understand that enemies would only grow more cunning, more vicious, and more unscrupulous.
The tricks here were only this modest because this was merely a Small World in the void.
It could not withstand any grander schemes.
Still, Lynn was different from before.
He only cried for a little while. He knew he had to act immediately.
He had to rescue those innocent people.
Watching this, Wenren Sheng badly wanted to comment:
Some Earl who's already rotted down to his bones: damn it, so I don't count as a person, huh?
You promised to bring me back to life. Forgotten already?
Lynn simply took a deep breath and resolutely set out on another adventure.
This time, he decided he would not fall for any more tricks or deception. He would think before acting and resolve everything perfectly.
Lynn wandered about, searching for Demon Hell, shrouded in darkness.
The problem was that he could not find the way there.
Then something suddenly occurred to him: he had gone searching for the Life Stone.
He had found it, but using it to resurrect someone required a life in exchange—or a sacrifice of his own.
He had not done it