Demon Lord 3

The system then announced that we had completed our mission and could proceed to the next, final layer of Hell. We had no idea what the final layer looked like, and we wanted to explore, but we hadn't finished packing up. After burying everything, Jin Xiaoying quietly returned to her seat, lamenting the life here. She also wanted to fight alongside us, but that was the mission arrangement. Guo Tian and the child were also sent back to their previous world to live their own lives, with no further contact with us. We didn't know if we would ever meet again, perhaps for a long time to come. Jin Xiaoying, like everyone else, couldn't leave this world either. In the end, she didn't join us to find her grandfather. Perhaps her grandfather would come find her someday! The system explained that this was predetermined. These people might never be able to leave, but every moment here was eternal. Perhaps the life of a ruler or savior here, like a local tyrant, meant that no one could die. Here, one could live as they pleased, but only to enjoy solitude and loneliness. Fewer and fewer people would live here. Was this the life Guo Tian wanted? I don't think so. Perhaps Guo Tian wanted to be an ordinary person, with her own husband and children, and a good life, but she fell in love with Lin Zhenfei. Lin Zhenfei is getting busier and busier, and there's a chance he won't be able to care for her anymore, or do anything he did before. The chances of coming to this world are almost zero. But if she's willing, maybe she can come back and see it later. Guo Tian is not wrong, no one is wrong. Perhaps it's this world that's wrong. This world is truly silent. When we come here again, we may not recognize any place. We'll have to walk all over again, step on it all over again. Maybe this homeland will look different, maybe we'll remember some imaginary buildings. Maybe here, we can experience different lives and different scenery. But perhaps this is just a fleeting moment in life. There's no need to linger on any passerby, just silently paint a heavy stroke in our memories. If this world is lonely and desolate, then what is our world? After death, ordinary people can't see their loved ones, and that kind of loneliness and solitude. Who will bear it? Here, it seems isolated from the world. That's what we think, but what about these people? Aren't they still just living this miserable existence? Is this called loneliness? Is this called solitude? As long as there's one person, perhaps you can live on in this world forever, but what if there's no one? You're alone in this world. Many people would say they might die, but who has the resolve? No one can claim to have that resolve. Everyone is just living this miserable existence. If you're not someone with true faith and spiritual practice, but just an ordinary person, even if you only have one person, one day, one second, you must strive to survive. Even if no one in the world cares about you, you can still focus on yourself. Everyone is an independent individual. No one can be cared for by anyone else, and no one can always be good to you. Only you can remain faithful to yourself. As long as you don't give up on your life, there's still hope. The world hasn't given up on you, so why should you? This is what I always tell myself. Everyone has pressure in their heart. When everyone is under great psychological pressure, they must persuade themselves and enlighten themselves. Even if the world is silent, helpless and empty, it seems extremely fulfilling to accompany myself.

It was already dark when we arrived at the final layer of hell. The system told us we'd been here before, in my previous life. I had no recollection of it, and curiously, I asked, "Why did you say we'd been here before?" "Didn't Father just build this place?" "I don't think we've been here before." "System, you're praising my cleverness. You're saying we haven't been here before, but a portion of our past life experiences have been added to the system, allowing us to experience them again. The reason we discovered so many bugs so quickly is because we haven't fully recovered from our past lives. Perhaps our past lives had a profound impact on us, leaving us with many memories, so we've always had a vivid memory of them."