When the man walked out of the gorgeous room, there was an uninhabited desert in front of him. The sky was filled with extremely hot sunlight, and the ground was burning hot.
The air was distorted, and just a glance at it would make one's mouth dry.
He took out the piece of paper that he had written at the beginning. There were only three big words on it, which were very eye-catching.
--Traitor!
"I write these three words every day. Every time I write them, I feel like my heart is suffering, but I have no choice. I thought that I would sink into this place forever, but I didn't expect that there would be a day when I would walk out."
The man's tone was filled with helplessness and sorrow, but his eyes were as calm as water, forming a strong contrast with his tone.
He was like an emotionless machine, but he was telling the story of how he pitied all living beings.
Fake, so fake that it made people feel disgusted.
