The Social Death Contest ended without a single winner in the Golden Tower.
Those who lost in the first round might have lacked resolve, but at least they had preserved their dignity.
The five contestants who participated in the third round had essentially all seen their public personas collapse before the crowd. Even the firmly resolute Momo had discovered something within herself she dared not confront and hastily withdrawn.
Although Xie Jinhuan had emerged victorious, all he felt now was regret for coming to this damned place!
He stood with both hands braced on the railing, letting the cold wind blow over him. Every time he recalled Chief Steward Hou's giant pendulum, veins bulged on the backs of his hands.
Linghu Qingmo stood before him. Seeing that Xie Jinhuan still could not get over it after so long, he offered some comfort:
"They were all illusions. There's no need to take them seriously. What... what exactly did you see?"
"The most terrifying thing in this world."
"Huh?"
It was not that Xie Jinhuan did not want to describe it, but that he truly had no way to do so.
It was like an indescribable ancient god. Even attempting to recall it would awaken a shudder in the deepest recesses of his soul!
"You'd better not ask. One look at something like that, and you'll have nightmares for half a month."
"Really?"
Linghu Qingmo was genuinely curious now, but he could not see what was inside Xie Jinhuan's head, so he asked with concern instead:
"Is your injury all right?"
"Nothing serious. Just a stress reaction."
"Do you want to rest for a while?"
Xie Jinhuan considered briefly, first looking toward the Golden Tower's main hall.
With the contest over, spectators and contestants alike had poured into the hall to celebrate.