His Resistance, a Dream?

Su Xun's words left Xiao Xiao at a loss for a moment.

He fell silent.

He didn't know what he could say to make this man, who was on the verge of breaking down, feel a little better.

The man's sobs were muffled and hoarse, echoing through the pure white space.

"Sorry."

After a long while, the man's muffled voice came through the gaps between his fingers. "I lost control."

"That was pathetic."

The man murmured to himself, his voice so indistinct it sounded as if he were speaking with his mouth full.

"Forget what I just said."

His voice grew a little clearer.

The man was gradually regaining his composure.

After all, he had been through a lot over the past two years.

Outwitting a monster?

Heh, what a story that would make.

But reality was nowhere near as gripping as a novel.

He didn't have the abilities of a novel's protagonist, nor the opportunities they did.

All he could do was cling to life and hope for a miracle.

He had waited two whole years, and at last, the miracle had come.

Over those two years, every last bit of color had drained from his life, leaving only a murky gray.

Even though he was determined to save his mother's soul, the vast difference in strength between him and the monster left him feeling utterly hopeless time and again.

Back then, he was doing no more than forcing himself to hang on.

Besides, it was true that he had helped the monster commit evil for his mother's sake.

But he had no choice.

Whenever he thought about resisting, excruciating pain swept through his body.

He had steeled himself to endure the agony rather than betray his conscience. He wanted to