Because, apart from Erica, ordinary bodies simply cannot withstand the six sources of calamity within Victor.
Surprisingly, Erica became the best choice for Victor's physique.
"Then...is there really no way?"
Lia's voice suddenly rang out.
She bit her lip tightly, her eyes filled with intense anticipation that almost overwhelmed Viktor.
Lia was filled with great hope that Victor would tell her personally a way to change everything.
Because she was unwilling to accept it.
"Well, that's why I said this is only the first time."
Upon hearing this, Lia froze instantly, even her clenched fists loosened slightly, and she stared blankly at Victor in front of her.
He seemed to have a smile on his face, as if he never took his predicament in the underworld seriously.
"Because hell is unwilling to let me leave, I will keep challenging it until it agrees to let me leave."
The underworld is different from hell.
The underworld refers to the realm ruled by Hades, the god of the underworld.
The River Styx, the Plain of Narcissus, and the Land of Bliss are all part of the underworld.
But Hell refers to Tartarus.
This is a consciousness of the underworld that possesses thought, and is even alive.
Although it is also part of the underworld, Tartarus represents the embodiment of underworld consciousness.
Any soul that enters this place must abide by the rules of Tartarus.
No one can defy the will of this land.
Even though Hades acknowledged Viktor's power and allowed him to return to the mortal realm in spirit form.
Tartarus, however, paid no heed to these things.
It will only imprison Victor in this underworld land according to the rules and its instincts.
The souls of the dead should linger peacefully in the underworld.
Even if a soul does not wish to be reincarnated, it will never be allowed to leave this gloomy boundary.
The underworld exists to clearly separate the deceased from the living, and no exceptions are allowed to break this ironclad rule.
so……
Seeing the questioning yet expectant look in Lia's eyes, Victor continued:
"If once doesn't work, try ten times; if ten times doesn't work, try a hundred times."
"A thousand times, ten thousand times."
Tartarus is nothing more than a consciousness; since it has consciousness, it will possess thought.
"I will fight my way out of the underworld."
"Until it feels pain and willingly lets me go."
Viktor's confident promises reached Lydia's ears.
She looked ahead, at Viktor's confidence and pride, and her eyes gradually became unfocused, as if swallowed by some intense emotion.
Just then, a sudden, abrupt sound of gears turning echoed in the distance amidst the dazzling white light, jolting her from her reverie. She gazed at the chaotic underworld beyond the Gates of Hell, which seemed to roar in fury, like an awakened beast of death.
The scorched earth collapsed, and lava flowed backward.
Gears collide, steel breaks.
The scene before her eyes made Lia quickly turn around to look for Victor.
But they discovered that his already ethereal body was becoming increasingly blurry and elusive.
Lia knew that Victor would be leaving soon.
Even though she felt a strong sense of reluctance, she could only frown helplessly at this moment.
She can't do anything.
Suddenly, a gentle phantom appeared above Lia's head.
It was a large, warm hand gently stroking her short hair, which was ruffled by the breeze.
Although Lia couldn't feel the warm touch, she stared at Victor's outstretched arm, frozen in place.
It was as if the warmth rising from the depths of her heart gave her the illusion that she truly felt a touch of care and tenderness above her head.
Don't worry.
Viktor's voice seemed to come from afar, drifting gently.
Under that immense light, lush vegetation began to grow rapidly at the edge of the underworld.
A refreshing fragrance gradually rose from the outskirts of the underworld, even erasing the heat and scorching heat commonly found in hell.
A gentle aura spread outwards along with the radiant light, gradually blurring the mad and ever-collapsed hell.
On the edge of hell, it seems that all desires and hopes are being rekindled.
This time, it was like a spark called 'hope' that was burning brightly in this darkness.
"Even if one exhausts one's life, one should not give up the pursuit of freedom."
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