Clang! Clang!
While the machine continued to make strange roars, the huge chimney on the top continued to spew out gray mist.
And at the bottom of the steam device, liquid emitting brilliant rainbow light would drip down every once in a while.
The dripping liquid was carefully collected by several demons using special containers. They were extremely cautious, for fear of accidentally spilling a drop.
There are also many upper-level demons closely monitoring them to prevent any accidents.
Clang! Clang...
The machine continued to roar.
A strange liquid was constantly squeezed out.
Every time a drop of liquid falls, the yellowing of vegetation on the surface centered on the deep pit expands outward, and the areas nearby have even completely turned into a lifeless desert.
And there is more than one such pit in the world...
Looking around, they are like insect holes, drilling holes all over the Himlier fruit.
... ...
... ...
Tick, tick, tick...
The sound of footsteps echoed continuously on the long and endless stairs.
The girl dragged her already tired body and kept lifting her feet again and again.
... ...so long.
... ...so long.
.... ...so long!!!
“Why is it taking so long—?!!”
At some point, she finally couldn't help but shout.
She stopped, held her head weakly, and looked at the endless stairs in front of her.
A question arose in my mind.
Why, it turned out like this...
Although the stairs I climbed the first two times were also very long.
But this time, it's completely different level!
How long have I been walking here?
From the initial calmness, to the subsequent tiredness, and then to completely mechanical movement, even now the concept of time has become blurred.
"...one year, or ten years?"
Could it be... a hundred years?!
If it really is a hundred years, will Himlier still exist when I leave here?
Semiris, Irus, Miko, Alicia, Arthur, Alice... Can they still live to that time?
if... ...
If I wake up.
All I see is a desolate place with no one around. Can I really accept this?
“… …”
despair--!
The footsteps that had been interrupted for a while sounded again.
I definitely can't accept it!
"Damn it, if that's the case..."
“Even if it’s just to prove with my own eyes that such a future doesn’t exist, I must reach the end! Ahhhh—!”
Hulim rushed out quickly.
Ta-ta-ta!
The sound of hurried footsteps continued moving up the stairs.
Then gradually slow down...
A long time passed again.
Complaints from beyond the footsteps began to rise again.
“Aaaaah! How long will it take to get to the end?! This is so frustrating—!”
And so, a long, long time later...
despair--!
After "many years", Hulim's footsteps stopped again.
Her empty eyes looked at the platform that appeared in front of her, and gradually her composure returned to normal.
"... ...arrive?"
A hoarse voice came from the throat that had not spoken for who knows how long.
“We’re here… We’re here! We’re here! We’re finally here!!”
Hulim's eyes sparkled and he puffed out his chest with excitement.
"Ahahaha, as expected of me! I finally conquered this long staircase~!"
She looked back at the stairs behind her and said disdainfully:
"So what? Your mere staircase finally fell at my feet, didn't it? Ahaha! As expected, there's nothing in this world that can stop me—"
despair!
Taking a step forward, Hulim proudly stepped onto the platform in front of her.
Two seconds later.
Click.
Hulim suddenly knelt on the ground.
“… …”
After a long while, she raised her hands tremblingly.
Covered his face.
Huh?
Just now... ...was there something wrong with me?
Strange, strange, strange, strange, strange...
What the hell is this?! What's with all this embarrassing talk?! Is that me? Is that really me? It must be someone else, definitely someone else! Speaking of which, it feels like something's been off since the beginning, but I hadn't noticed. Why am I suddenly remembering it now? Why am I remembering it now?
As my thoughts were running wild, a series of images gradually emerged in my mind.
As he walked, he angrily hit himself on the stairs.
I looked like a corpse, with a miserable look on my face, and kept saying to myself as I walked, "I'm so hungry. Why is there no food in a place like this?"
As I walked, I stroked the stairs with shining eyes, saying, "What material is this made of? It must be a treasure."
There's also the part of me that's too lazy to walk and just crawls on the stairs like a bug, and the part of me that's inexplicably annoyed with the stairs and says something like, "It's just a crappy staircase, why make it so pretty?" ...
In short, there are so many different kinds of me, and none of them can be called normal!
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