"This is the most absurd tragedy imaginable, and the saddest part is that it actually became reality." Even Fyodor could not help sighing. Pity filled his violet-red eyes. It was truly agonizing. Every An Xinyi, every version of him who had to endure such suffering-when would he finally break?
For humans, madness and breakdowns were actually forms of self-preservation. If they never went mad, never broke down, they could only remain lucidly aware of their pain and despair, struggling in an endless abyss.
Could humans truly endure such torment? Every thought and every breath brought heart-wrenching pain, burdened with the deepest sin.
The Demon's expression betrayed neither pleasure nor displeasure. Only God could do it.
Yes, only a god could love people like this.
Truly... Fyodor's bangs fell over his eyes, obscuring his gaze.
Nikolai Gogol propped up his chin, watching the screen in utter boredom. "How awful. A little bird caught in thorns-if it can't fly, it can only bleed to death."
The Clown did not like this sort of show. Better to... strangle it himself while its feathers were still at their most beautiful. That would be salvation.
"I think my heart can't take this." Nobara Kugisaki clutched her chest. She was hardly some fragile young girl; by any measure, she was tough as nails. Yet even she said, "Who could stand getting stabbed in the heart over and over?! Not even all at once-they just keep stabbing!"
Nobara Kugisaki howled, "When is this suffocating feeling going to end? I seriously can't take much more."
"It'll probably stay this way until this cycle ends." Megumi Fushiguro rubbed his throbbing temples. "Even if they get revenge, they can't go back to the past."
In the end, only emptiness remained.
Even so, they had no choice. They had to do