We continued walking as the midday sun hit the top of my brain. I have not been able to understand yet whether the House of Pain got its name from mobs or this heat.
I asked about Passive Quests for the sake of conversation, but the situation was not encouraging. It took at least three months, not ten days, to reach the one million figure.
I passed this issue without getting demoralized, and then I laughed a little. The fact that I had fallen into hell was the most frustrating thing, but I was used to it. On top of that, I had invented other demoralizing events.
How strange and powerful is human nature? Even at the bottom, he can console himself by imagining that there are deeper.
I consoled myself with these thoughts when the road was never-ending. It's like I need to clear my head.
"Little Emrah, Ceylan, Little Abidin, let's go inside!"
