"AAAAAAAH!"
Ye Chen collapsed deep within this mire known as the evil of human nature, clutching his head as he curled up and groaned softly.
The tragic scenes of innocent, helpless people led by the Daig Family being brutally abused in every conceivable way, along with the heart-rending cries and screams of agony, surged like an endless ocean, relentlessly battering the young man's mind and tearing at his heart.
Yet he could do nothing—and he could think of nothing.
(It hurts so much. I feel so awful.)
(When will all of this finally end?)
(What exactly should I do to defeat the Butcher and truly save these suffering people?)
(When all is said and done, if humanity repeats these sins after the Holy Light Pure Land loses the Holy God...)
(Then does such a civilization truly deserve to be protected and carried on?)
(What was I fighting for in the first place?)
(I... I...)
(What is it that I truly want?)
As the pages of History of Human Violence kept turning, Ye Chen was like a small boat being violently tossed by colossal waves beneath a raging storm. He endured unceasing mental torment and felt utterly lost amid the darkness and chaos, yet he continued gritting his teeth, refusing to let himself sink completely.
Before he knew it, the young man's body had become a bloody mess, covered everywhere in the marks left by his attempts to vent his pain.
And yet, even so, he never admitted defeat or yielded.
Ye Chen remained there, in this crack between hells.
Suffering without cease, lost without cease, persevering without cease, thinking without cease.
Who knew how much more time passed.
His bloodied flesh healed, then was wounded again; wounded, then healed again, over and over, until the cold, sinister aura deep within