His fingers were broken, but he didn’t let go of hope and activated Indomitability to get up and fight again. He was running low on potions. Even his strength was not infinite, and he was worn out. He could not fight forever.

“Do you think I’m gonna fucking die like this? Fuck you, bastards!”

Life was never pretty. Hope was never elegant. Hope was a man stuck in a marsh, flapping his arms like an angry bird. He didn’t give a shit about what he looked like; all he cared about was that little bit of a possibility that he could get out of there alive.

And finally…

“...Fight.. ARGH!!”.

[[Small Despair] gets up from the ground.]

It was only one of them. One single [Small Despair] had finally decided to join him in this madness.

Boom!

The moment it got up, a tentacle grabbed it and started to eat it.

“Keuk… ARGHH!!”

It screamed while it was being eaten by the tentacle.

[The Devourer absorbs the small Soul of Despair. It is forever bound in the Devourer’s stomach.]

Even if they died, they didn’t go to heaven or hell. They just continued to melt in the stomach of that bizarre something. Heave, hell, and even reincarnation were just luxuries in the post-Tutorial world.

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