On the eighteenth day of the Tower of Despair.

I still underestimated the scars left by that terrible monster on me.

I still underestimated the curse of the Tower of Despair.

The operation was very successful. Within three days after the arm removal, I thought I had escaped the swallowing wound. But until now, I realized how innocent I was.

After waking up this morning, I was surprised to find that the wound caused by the plant grew again on my right foot. At that moment, I almost thought it was a living being, a creature. When it found that its parasitic body had been discarded by its host, it automatically climbed to other parts of my body.

This idea made me creepy and I almost lost all the courage to live. But the good education and understanding of biology in my universe made me deny my absurd ideas.

Who knows that beings like the immortals can be created by mortals. What is a wound with independent life and own consciousness?

I guess, is the reason why the wound reappears is because some virus has sprouted and taken root in my body. In that case, no matter how many times I remove my limbs, no matter how many surgeries I do, it will lose its meaning.

Because I am also a wound itself.

Watching the wound grow on my ankle at a rate visible to the naked eye, I began to feel fear. Before I came here, on the way to the Borderlands, on the way to the Tower of Despair, no matter how difficult it was, I never thought of death, because I knew that Adin Ser was waiting for me to go back at the other end of the universe.

But this time, I felt a deep sense of powerlessness for the first time. I am afraid this time, no matter what, I can't hold on anymore...

I have to think about it carefully, what should I do.

I need more time.

Lu Lie was curious about the next encounter of this guy and whether the skeleton in the palace was him. He then flipped over and continued to read the days ahead.

On the 19th floor of the Tower of Despair.

The wound quickly swallowed my entire foot, and with a slight touch of Ding'er's floor, it hurt so much that it was almost suffocating.

I was almost unable to walk.

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

It's time for me to make a choice whether I want to have a second surgery.

But what should I do next time after my feet are removed? There is no extra area in my body to remove.

Despair or despair.

It takes more time to think.

On the Twentieth Day of the Tower of Despair.

Today, I had to perform a second surgery on myself and remove my right foot. But it was like I was demonstrating. Less than an hour after I had my right foot removed, that kind of damn wound appeared on my right leg. I could clearly feel that the guy had his life and thinking ability. Yes, that bastard was really demonstrating to me. I looked at the wound on my thigh quietly, and I seemed to hear its whisper: Come on, human, if you can still make up your mind to continue cutting me off this time. You abandoned me again and again, but I always stuck to you. I am your biggest nightmare until you die in this life.

If I have to undergo surgery, this time I will cut off my entire right leg.

I feel very desperate. From the body to the heart, I have a full range of fear. I can't see any hope or the future. Perhaps, this is the true meaning of the Tower of Despair.

I no longer have the courage to cut off this foot again. The game of the Tower of Despair was ten days later. I had lost one arm and one foot. If I lost the other foot, then there was no doubt that I could not cope with the next more cruel game.

But what choice can I make now? I have very little room for choice? If I don’t remove it, I’m afraid I won’t live ten days later.

How I hope that new humans will join this third level. Whether it is ancient or modern, hardworking and brave Adriatic or careful and cunning Hill people, as long as they are a companion, even if they are one, they can come here...

Maybe he can help me. Just like the same tribes living together in the palace outside.

By the way! Why don’t I seek help from those alien races? Although in their eyes, I may be delicious food, an annoying visitor, and an unreasonable three-dimensional creature. But waiting here I will die in the most miserable form. What does this have to do with being eaten when I come to the alien race’s palace? If you go to a gamble, you will say that miracles will happen.

(When I wrote this, the owner of the diary began to be messy. Even through the vicissitudes of history, Lu Lie could still feel the other person's excitement and bad physical condition at this moment.)

Let me think about it carefully, which palace I need to go to for help from whom? Is it the arrogant Night God clan? Or the cruel and bloodthirsty Cow Horn Clan? The former may not even give me the chance to enter the palace, but the latter may use their strong horns to push me to the sky and then pierce my heart before it lands. No matter which way of death, it is much better than dying alone here. Perhaps, death is a relief for me... What is God, what am I writing? (I have changed a lot)

It needs to be considered for a long time, and it needs to be considered for a long time...

I have made up my mind and will not die here alone as the arrangement of the Lord of Despair. I will strive to get the opportunity to survive, even if I end my life early and die in the palace of the alien race.

But it won't be today.

I no longer have my left foot, and the wound on my right leg is not allowed to go to the ground. I lay on the bed like a useless man.

After walking out of the palace, I might not even be able to walk, and crawl all the way toward the palaces of other alien races.

So, please allow me to be cowardly for a day and allow me to live a life of silence for a day.

Tomorrow, I will implement my bold plan.

The book in Lu Lie's hand was much thinner than the first one. After writing this, the ancient book was gone. And there were obvious traces of the number of pages being torn off, as if the owner of the diary had written something to hide it. However, Lu Lie didn't mind, so he picked up the next book and began to read the previous one.

This time, the owner of the diary has begun to stop recording the time on the Tower of Despair. From then on, it can be inferred that his condition has not only not changed, but has worsened.

The following is the original text of the diary:

Oh my God, no matter what, I never expected that something like that happened!

Are those aliens... they... crazy? What are the benefits of doing this? Don't they know that they are destroying themselves?

The walkway could no longer be walked out, and the entire three floors had become hell and the veritable tower of despair.

This crazy, damn world!

I simply chose the difficulty of hell!

This disrupted all my plans!

Now I not only can’t leave the palace, but I also have to curl up here, trembling, afraid that anyone will find me!

The only good news so far is that because no one has come to live in the Human Palace for too long, it is getting farther and farther away from the densely populated large palaces and lives deep in the uninhabited area. For a while, no aliens came back here to discover me.

How long has the time outside been gone? How much time is left to open my next game room?

I don't know, I... am very scared.
Chapter completed!