The Righteous Player(s)

Chapter 427: I am Sisyphus

There is no light, only an abyss of rotten blood.

The so-called "companion" who can't even speak words.

That is a **** with nothing.

Except for the fragile spider silk, there is nothing to borrow.

-The real, inescapable desperate situation.

Every time you "use your best and fail", time will only pass by one second.

In addition, there is nothing that can be interacted or investigated; there is no power that can be used, and even the connection goal is not given.

It just made him fail repeatedly.

Just like the suffering of Sisyphus in the past.

Annan is convinced that this is indeed a very wonderful trap.

Because even here, you have unlimited physical strength—even if you fall from a high altitude, you can immediately resurrect, but the human spirit will eventually be exhausted.

It's not drowsiness.

It was numb to despair... directly destroying the entire mind of a soul spiritually.

The difficulty of this fear fragment does not lie in the fragile spider silk itself... but in the unknown.

The unknown brings endless fear.

That is the fear of "how many times will I fail here?"

The rules are completely different from the previous fear fragments-other fears, only need to "decisively escape" or "bravely enter" the fear, and then you can leave.

Because, whether it is the "sudden neutralization of power", or the "unstoppable sacrifice", or whatever... it is just a momentary, short-term fear.

Only the "fear of constant failure" can last a lifetime-it is impossible to rely on the idea of ​​"support and pass" to survive.

Wouldn't it be possible that after failing, you will not continue to suffer failure?

"Think rationally and know, it's impossible."

This is just a fairy tale for adults.

In order to add value to one's own failure, to make the failure less "failure"... It's just a placebo to comfort oneself.

Annan doesn't need that kind of thing.

-Failure is failure.

Unable to succeed, therefore failed, nothing more.

No excuses, no reasons, no hypocritical value added to failure——

Because people shouldn't be afraid of failure.

"People shouldn't stand still in the face of failure."

Annan clenched the silk again.

Alone, in the dark and silent abyss, struggling to climb up.

Those people have long since given up following Annan.

They were just silent, looking up at Annan.

Looking at Annan who is failing constantly.

Is praying that he will succeed?

Do not.

More... I'm afraid I am looking forward to when Annan will give up.

However, on Annan's face, there was no pain and struggle that they wanted to see.

Only happiness.

Focus. serious. Attentive.

Do your best-to fail.

"What no one does, I will do it."

——Three hundred times.

"No one sacrifices, so I will sacrifice."

-Five hundred times.

"No one insists... just let me stick to it."

-Seven hundred times.

That is no longer the perseverance that normal humans can have.

Just like the practice of an ascetic monk...Although it is toward victory, failure is also one of the precious gains.

Those who gloat.

Those who are waiting for Annan to give up.

... They have even given up on this emotion itself, and gradually look forward to and worship Annan as a **** and a symbol.

But Annan remained unchanged.

It is not to endure pain.

But to enjoy the pain.

Do not……

In this **** that seems to last forever, Annan gradually captured his own essence.

To be precise, he is enjoying "alive".

It's like reading the text in the manual and the advertisement in the newspaper several times when you are bored.

He doesn't know how long he has been here.

Even his original purpose, his intent to kill Denton, has faded due to the passage of time.

It seems to have lived a life of hardship in a dream.

——But even in the most desperate moments.

When Annan had completely turned into a blood man... his icy blue pupils were still shining with pure brilliance.

"Is there enough rest?"

Annan yelled again: "As long as I can lift my energy and crawl with me——

"Just follow!"

There are no high promises.

There is no warm atmosphere.

Only silence.

Only the silent followers--

Not all, but dozens of people sparsely.

But after Annan fell again, new people joined in, and some retreated from the rope.

That is not meaningless following and imitating.

It's just that you can't turn a blind eye to it.

Even if you already know that the goal is ultimately a failure...

But watching a person with such bright eyes trying to climb upwards, how can he stay motionless?

The attempt failed.

Get used to failing.

Adaptation fails.

then--

"—To defeat failure."

This is the destiny of mankind.

Annan slowly held the spider silk six hundred and sixty-six times.

"Is anyone coming with me!"

His eyes shone brightly.

More than ten minutes have passed outside.

But in Annan's mind, there was no idea of ​​"waiting for Salvatore for time".

Like a captain laughing and embarking on an expedition towards the sea of ​​failure.

From the previous few times, Annan never looked down at those who followed him.

In other words... Annan was convinced from the very beginning that someone would follow him.

Because struggling to a high place-this event alone is enough to fill a person's heart.

Annan has never needed someone to follow him in order to provide the determination and confidence to go forward.

But he noticed...this time, no one went to follow Annan to crawl upwards.

It's not like they gave up again.

Instead, he raised his head and watched Annan silently.

It's like a premonition--

Only this time.

Alone, Annan crawled out of the narrow mouth of the bottle.

He woke up again between the corner of the gravel and the wall.

Everything I experienced before seemed to be just a dream.

But that brilliant smile, like a burn mark left by a flame ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, remained on Annan's face.

He slowly opened his eyes.

That bright brilliance also shone from the bottom of Annan's eyes.

"... Six hundred and sixty-six, is the number of beasts?"

After finally crawling out of **** and completing the originally impossible task, Annan was delighted in his heart.

——But what made him more happy was that Denton gave in.

Yes, this nightmare itself has no end.

It is just repeating meaningless failures.

However, Annan, who has been experiencing failures constantly, has not flinched... but Denton, who designed this level and tried to murder Annan here, was afraid in front of the unchanging and even more excited Annan.

He is afraid of Annan's fearlessness.

It's a lunatic, a lunatic.

But it seems to have some kind of divinity...

Like a butterfly that just broke free from its cocoon shell, struggling to raise its wings.

"——You gave up again, Denton!"

Annan laughed loudly, and laughed happily: "You have all my memories, and you can't beat me!

"Do you think you can kill me?

"I am a loser! I am a fanatic! I am Sisyphus!"

Anything that can't kill me will make me stronger!

Annan was extremely convinced.

He is now different from before he was tortured by Infinite Falling to Hell.

Although the changes may not be too great, they have indeed changed and changed.

"You have one last chance, Denton."

Annan opened his eyes and looked at the portrait in front of him.

His eyes are as bright as stars.

A brilliant, thin flame ignited at the bottom of the frozen lake.

This is another death trap, and it was also transformed by Annan into a trial to cleanse the heart.

"What kind of gift would you... give me?"

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