On the eighteenth day of the Tower of Despair.

I still underestimate the scars that that terrible monster left on me.

I still underestimate the curse of the Tower of Despair.

The surgery was a success. Within three days of having my arm removed, I thought I had gotten rid of the devouring wound. But only now do I realize how naïve I am.

When I woke up this morning, I was surprised to find that the wound caused by the plant had grown again on my right foot. At that moment, I almost thought it was a living being, a living being. When it realized that its parasitic body had been abandoned by its host, it spontaneously crawled to the rest of my body.

This thought made me feel creepy and almost lost all the courage to live. But my good education in this universe and my understanding of biology have made me reject this ridiculous idea.

Who knows. An existence like the Eternal One can be created by mortals, and a wound with an independent life and its own consciousness is nothing.

I wonder if the reason for the reappearance of the wound is because some virus has sprouted and taken root in my body. In that case, no matter how many times I had my limb removed, no matter how many surgeries I had to undertake, it would be meaningless.

Because I am also the wound itself.

Watch as the wound grows on my foot and neck at a visible rate. I started to feel scared. Before I came here, on the way to the Borderlands, on the way to the Tower of Despair, no matter what the odds were, I never thought about dying once, because I knew that Adinsel was waiting for me on the other side of the universe to return.

But this time, for the first time, I felt a deep sense of powerlessness. I'm afraid this time, no matter what, I won't be able to hold on......

I had to think about what to do.

I need more time.

Lu Lie was very curious about what happened to this guy next, and whether the skeleton in the palace was this him. He continued to flip through and read the days that followed.

On the nineteenth floor of the Tower of Despair.

The wound quickly engulfed my entire foot, and the slightest touch to the floor was almost suffocating.

I couldn't even walk.

Damn anesthetics, there is almost no way to alleviate even the slightest pain.

It's time for me to make a choice, whether or not I'm going to have a second surgery.

But after the foot was removed, what should I do next time? I don't have any extra parts of my body left to be removed.

Despair, or despair.

It takes more time to think.

On the twentieth day of the Tower of Despair.

Today, I had to operate on myself for the second time and have my right foot removed. But as if I was demonstrating, less than an hour after I had my right foot removed, that damn wound appeared on my right leg again. I could clearly feel that this guy had a life and the ability to think. Yes, that's right, that bastard was really demonstrating to me. I looked silently at the wound on my thigh, and I could hear it whispering: Come on, human, if you can still be ruthless enough to continue cutting me off this time. You have abandoned me again and again, but I have always stuck to you. I am your greatest nightmare until you die in this life.

If I had to have surgery, it would have cut off my entire right leg.

I felt desperate. From the body to the mind, fear in all directions. I don't see any hope, I don't see the future. Perhaps, this is the true meaning of the Tower of Despair.

I don't have the courage to amputate this foot anymore. Ten days after the Tower of Despair, I've lost an arm, a foot, and if I lose the other foot, there's no doubt that I won't be able to cope with the next more brutal game.

But what choice can I make now? I have very little room to choose, and if I don't have it, I'm afraid I won't live ten days at all.

How I wish there were new humans in this third layer. Whether it is ancient or modern, whether it is the industrious and brave Adelians or the careful and cunning Hill people. As long as it is a companion, even one, can come here......

Maybe he can help me. It's like the same people who live together in the outer palace.

Oh yes, why don't I go to the help of those aliens, even though in their eyes I may be a delicious food, an annoying visitor, an incomprehensible three-dimensional creature. But waiting here I will die in the most miserable form, and what does it have to do with coming to a foreign palace and being eaten?

(As I write this, the diary's owner's notes are starting to get messy.) Even through the vicissitudes of history, Lu Lie can still feel the other party's excitement at this time and his poor physical state. ）

Let me think about which palace I need to go to and whom I need to ask for help, the arrogant and conceited Night God, or the cruel and murderous Oxhorn, the former may not even give me a chance to step into the palace, but the latter may use their strong horns to lift me up to the sky and then pierce my heart before I hit the ground. Either way, it's much better than dying here alone. Perhaps, death is a relief for me...... Oh my God, what the hell am I writing about? (Scribbled and changed a lot)

We need to think long-term, we need to think long-term......

I have made up my mind that I will not die here alone, as the Lord of Despair has arranged. I will fight hard to get a chance to live, even if it means ending my life early and dying in a foreign palace.

However, it won't be today.

I don't have my left foot anymore, and the wound on my right leg doesn't allow me to get off the ground. I lay in bed like a wreck.

After I walked out of the palace, I might not even be able to walk, and crawled all the way to the palaces of other races.

Therefore, please allow me to be cowardly for another day, and allow me to live in secret.

Tomorrow, I will carry out my bold plan.

The book Lu Lie was holding in his hand was much thinner than the first book. After writing this, this ancient book is out of paper. And there are obvious traces of the number of pages being torn off at the back, as if the owner of the diary has written something that he wants to hide. But Lu Lie didn't mind, he picked up the next book and began to continue reading the previous one.

This time, however, the owner of the diary had begun to stop recording time on the Tower of Despair, and it can be inferred that his condition had not changed at this time, but had worsened.

Here is the original text of the diary:

God, I never thought that something like that would happen!

Those alien ...... They...... Are they crazy? What's in it for them? Don't they know they're killing themselves?

The walkway was no longer out, and the entire three floors had become hell, a veritable tower of despair.

This crazy, damn world!

Lao Tzu simply chose the hellish difficulty!

This disrupted all my plans!

Not only can I not leave the palace now, but I have to huddle here, shivering, for fear that anyone will find out!

The only good news so far is that the Human Palace has been uninhabited for too long, so it is getting farther and farther away from the densely populated large Palace and living deep in no man's land. For a moment, no alien came back here to find me.

How long has it been since the time outside, and how much time is left until my next gaming room opens?

I don't know, I ...... It's scary.