That's why the warden didn't continue to investigate where Isaiah went tonight, what he did, and whether it was Isaiah's assassination attempt on him.
The process is meaningless, he only cares about the final result.
"Okay, you can leave first." Isaiah, who seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight, said slowly, "Let me be alone for a while."
"teacher……"
"Stand back."
"……yes."
Mina had no choice but to leave.
Isaiah sat in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.
Just a few hours ago, he was still so high-spirited, thinking that he had seen through everything and could turn the situation around at any time.
But now, he was like a toy being played with in the palm of someone's hand, and any struggle he made seemed like a joke.
No matter how things develop, he is already a loser.
"Why is this happening..." Isaiah looked at himself in the mirror, and an indescribable sense of confusion rose in his heart for the first time in a long time. "What am I missing?"
Why was he being forced so hard by the warden?
Why was he so controlled by the hands and eyes?
What is missing between me and them?
“It’s missing strength.”
A voice in his heart answered him. It was Isaiah's own voice, because he knew the answer himself.
Yes, there is a lack of strength.
But why? He is clearly the number one person under God.
“Not enough.”
Yes, the answer is not enough.
At this point in his life, ordinary strength is no longer enough.
The warden was able to force him because the gods were behind him.
The Hand and the Eye were able to control him because the Hand and the Eye had more body parts than he did, while he only had two, one of which was "given" to him by the Hand and the Eye.
Isaiah's hands clenched tighter.
Yes, he has no gods behind him, his body parts are not as numerous as his hands and eyes, and his strength alone cannot do anything.
He could neither compete with the warden nor find any hands or eyes.
He has fallen into a dead end, with no possibility of breaking out.
"Unless we find a power that is superior to them." The voice said to itself.
How is this possible?
Is there any power in this world that is superior to them?
"Abyss Prison." The voice answered again.
Isaiah's pupils dilated little by little.
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