So I could only watch as he continued to pour out his sorrowful inner monologue after a period of silence.
My God... I shouldn't have made that request in the first place.
Even if I were to meet with misfortune and ultimately die, I cannot be so cowardly and stubborn as to choose to linger in this world, ultimately making that devilish deal.
That was the beginning of all my misfortunes.
The burning light dimmed, not because the fire on the ground had gone out, but because the person sitting in front had stood up and blocked all the light.
He seemed to be watching something, and his gaze, which happened to turn off the screen, was devoid of any light, filled with utter chill and deathly intent.
My God, if you truly exist, then I will make a deal with you once more.
I will defy the covenant we made, and seek true death, rather than remain forever as a dying corpse in this hellish world.
I will flee this miniature garden, a place filled only with calamity and regret.
His inner voice vanished there. In the glow of the embers, he stood atop the demon's corpse, arms outstretched like a bound sinner, and fell straight down, crashing into the sudden burst of flames.
But I know that his misfortunes are far from over.
Because this is his 666th reincarnation.
Because there has never been anything called a god in this world.
I watched silently as everything unfolded, seeing the tablet screen go black for a moment before lighting up again.
However, the new screen that appeared was no longer the familiar title screen, nor any of the screens I had seen before, but a white building that looked extremely familiar to me.
A maid with her eyes covered by lace stood quietly by the door, bowing slightly.
Looking up, I found the label right above: [Book Library of Everything].
This is indeed a simplified version of the authoritative form of the mentor I am familiar with.
Why did I suddenly appear here? Before I could figure it out, the doll-like maid turned and opened the door. Then, a flash of white light appeared, and it was as if I had truly entered the library. Rows of bookshelves suddenly rushed towards me—
Ah... Although there's still a lot to write, it's about time to start preparing for the new book.
There are just too many things I want to write about, and I still haven't decided what to write.
Scratching my head, this is really frustrating.
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