Chapter 427: Im Sisyphus (1/2)

Chapter 427: I’ht and only an abyss of rancid blood

The so-called “companions” could not even speak

It was a hell of nothing

Apart froe on

The situation was absolute, inescapable desperation

Only one second would elapse every ti your best”

Other than that, there was nothing to interact with and nothing to investigate; there was no power to leverage on, and not even a iven

The process only pushed Annan to fail repeatedly

Just like what Sisyphus [1] had suffered

Annan was convinced that this was indeed a superb trap

That was because the process would wear down a person’s spirit even when he was blessed with unlith and if he would be resurrected after falling froht

It was not sleepiness

Instead, it was nu the soul’s consciousness

The difficulty of this fear fragile spider silk itself but the unknown

The unknoould bring endless fear

It was the fear of “how many ments only required Annan to “escape decisively” or “brave into” that fear then he would have resolved it

No matter if it was “sudden invalidation of oer”, “unstoppable sacrifice”, and et cetera, they were just momentary and short-lived fears

Only the “fear of constant failure” could last a lifetime It could not be resolved with the idea of ​​”hold on and it would be over”

After the failure, would you not continue to fail?

“It’s i about it rationally”

This was merely a fairy tale for adults: To add value to one’s failure, to make it appear less of a “failure”, or to comfort oneself as a placebo

Annan did not need that kind of thing

Failure was a failure

It was the fact of being unable to succeed and thus fail It was limited to that and would not expand more than that

There were no excuses, reasons, or false values attached to failure

After all, Annan believed that people shouldn’t be afraid of failure

“We shouldn’t stand still in the face of failure” Annan gripped the spider thread again

Once again, he struggled to cliht and sound

Those people had long since given up following Annan

They were just silent, looking up at Annan — looking at Annan, who kept failing

Would they wish him to succeed?

No

Most of theive up

However, there was no pain or despair they wanted to see on Annan’s face

Instead, only happiness was shown

Annan stayed focused on his objective

He would do his best — to fail again

“I’ll do the deed that no one does”

It was already the 200th attempt

“If no one tries, it’s up for me to make the sacrifice”

The 400th attempt

“No one persists, so let me persist to the end”

Then, the 600th atteer the perseverance that a nor like an ascetic Although the path would lead to victory, failure was also one of the precious gains

Those who rejoiced in ive up

They had even given up on this senti Annan as a deity and symbol

Annan re when Annan enjoyed the pain

In this hell that seeradually captured his essence eventually