That kind of thing?

What kind of thing does that mean?

Lu Lie hoped that this guy who kept a diary would be able to write "that kind of thing" clearly. But it's a pity that the other party didn't realize how much trouble it would bring to later readers because of his laziness.

Reading between the lines, Lu Lie could barely guess that when this unlucky guy had just mustered up the courage to go outside the palace to seek help from aliens, something similar to riot and chaos happened on the third floor, and all of this guy's plans were defeated. While writing this diary, he couldn't even leave the palace.

What a veritable tower of despair.

Lu Lie sighed in his heart. Let's hope this guy gets the best of luck in the days to come. Although there is a skeleton left by an ancient predecessor in this palace, this skeleton has intact limbs, and it should not be the diary keeper who has undergone self-cutting surgery.

His fingertips were slightly raised, and the yellowed paper was turned to the next page, connecting the two men who lived in the same palace across time and space:

In the ...... of the Tower of Despair Time has lost its meaning, and there is no need to record it. With the way my body looks now, I won't be able to get through the next game room anyway.

That thing was still fermenting, and I still couldn't get out of the palace. The wound on the right leg has spread to the abdomen. This time, if I still want to have my leg amputated, I'm afraid I'll have to have my entire lower body removed.

Despair, unparalleled despair.

Now I don't have any hope of surviving, no matter what, as long as I don't die in the game room, and don't be thrown into another creature and thrown into another idleness, it's a blessing in my misfortune.

Also, during the time I was trapped in the palace, I developed a strong interest in the types of existence of the Lord of Despair and the Tower of Despair.

Maybe...... They are not as simple as we think.

All speculation has yet to be verified.

I'm running out of time.

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What did the master of the day find?

With curiosity, Lu Lie continued to flip through the third diary.

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On the Nth day of the Tower of Despair.

I'm in the worst shape of my body now, the trauma of the first two surgical amputations has not subsided, and I have had a third amputation of my right leg with only one arm.

It's useless, the extent of the overflowing wounds, there is no way in this world that can save me. The only purpose of doing this now is to reduce my physical pain as much as possible.

The high fever that had already faded began again. Recently, I have been hallucinating, dreaming that Adinsel appeared to me, begging me to return to this universe and be reunited with her. Even though I knew it was just my hallucination, I didn't dare to face that beautiful face, even in my dreams. Because I am deeply ashamed of her.

I know very well my physical state, my life is like a candle in the wind, and I have entered the countdown. The only faith and perseverance that sustains me now is to continue to verify the existence of the Tower of Despair.

It won't take me much time, and if my guess is correct, the next series of experiments will soon come to fruition.

God, Buddha, Celestial, Allah, I beg all the gods in this world, if you really exist, please let me stay in this world for a few more days, just a few days, it is really okay.

I wish I could unlock the secrets of the Lord of Despair. I hope that the diary I left here will be seen by the lucky ones who come here later.

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"Although it's a little late, the lucky person you have to wait for has already appeared, and that is Uncle Ben. ”

Lu Lie continued to flip the diary down,

"God bless this poor fellow. I don't know what you're writing about, but I hope you'll reveal some exclusive secrets about the Lord of Despair. ”

He glanced at the thickness of the basic ancient book that followed. Well, it looks like the unlucky diarykeeper hundreds of years ago must have finally discovered something about the Lord of Despair.

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On the twenty-sixth day of the Tower of Despair.

It's going to be over.

I also had a vague feeling that I was about to reveal a secret of the Lord of Despair.

God, if that's the case, the world is too scary.

From the very beginning, I'm afraid the Lord of Despair didn't intend to let anyone reach the eleventh level.

Checks are also needed, more checks. I'm a scientist and can't rely on my intuition to determine whether things are true or false.

(This is followed by a staggering number of formulas and a variety of coordinate sketches.) ）

Lu Lie had no interest in these things, and quickly flipped through them.

The following ancient books are all filled with such formulas, interspersed with the diaries' evaluations and records of their own injuries. For example, this formula is calculated here, because he really lacks the relevant instruments and equipment, and loses the possibility of further proof, so he has to divide the following experiments into two branches, experiments premised on the premise of hypothetical validity and experiments premised on hypothetical non-validity. Lu Lie looked at it with a big head, and it wasn't until he flipped through the last ancient book that the recorder of the diary returned to the form of a story:

Today may be my last night at the Tower of Despair, and the last time of my life. I have a hunch.

When I first arrived at the Tower of Despair, I was hopeful, thinking that I could make it all the way to the top of the Tower like the protagonist in the novel and save all mankind. But I was wrong, just after reaching the third level, I encountered the so-called failures and setbacks. I went through thirty hellish days here, and I still couldn't get rid of the demonic curse. Now, it's time to say defeat.

The only thing that makes me feel conceited is that I've pretty much verified my suspicions, even though the truth is so shocking.

I failed and failed to make it through the Tower of Despair. But I still saved the last bit of dignity for humanity. I think, therefore I am. I've died here, and I'm still nobler than any alien on this level.

Hopefully, in hundreds of years, someone will be able to arrive here and see this notebook of mine.

So, here I have come to my conclusion.

That is, the Tower of Despair didn't exist in the first place.

Yes, you read that right. There is no Tower of Despair in this world, and there is no Lord of Despair.