What was death like?
Some thought death was an impartial arrangement by God; some thought it was another eternity of endless torment; some thought everyone went to a movie theater after death to watch their own lives.
Dio thought it was nothing at all.
Having died more than once, he could easily face the arrival of that immense death.
Dead was dead. Why all the bullshit?
But if possible, he still thought it was better not to die (lol).
Creak.
The pitch-black rock wall had been chiseled so very thin that it seemed a casual punch could break through it.
Naturally, Druha wanted to deliver this meaningful final blow himself.
What would he think about during those three seconds when he stood before the rock wall, gathering his strength in a daze?
The Secret Realm's perpetually silent night, the boundary that seemed impossible to chisel through, the work chants they sometimes sang after starting work, his companions' faces, the knot-tying practice that continued day and night, the cries on the battlefield, himself tapping rubber-everything would cease to continue after this punch.
That moment finally arrived. A calm punch, like a twelve-year-old child punching his playmate.
Rumble-
A blow as insignificant as a speck of dust produced an earth-shattering result.
Cracks as dense as a spiderweb spread from where Druha stood, covering the rock wall before him in the blink of an eye.
Like the wailing of an ancient beast, cracking sounds rang out throughout the Secret Realm as it entered the countdown to collapse.
"I did it! Ziwu, Lu Yan! I did it! Haha, wait until I get back, and I'll put up graves for you-"
Crash-!!
A sound like shattering glass rang out. Druha's excited voice cut off abruptly, and an ink-black hole appeared in the rock wall.
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