The silence was like an agonizing sentence in Dante's ears. He couldn't see the difference between silence and death; it was something he could barely differentiate, after all...
He had already died.
His moments before death didn't make sense, his reincarnation didn't make sense, his life didn't make sense.
Everything for him made no sense.
He felt like he was part of a cruel joke, made by an insane god who thought it was a good idea to do this.
He would love for the System screen to appear, saying [Great Sage Equal to Heaven is observing you] or any cliché thing he had thought of. That would make him feel less overwhelmed with his current world.
But his reality wasn't like that; on the contrary, it was cruel.
"What a headache."
His thoughts could consume him, and his mind could fall into Limbo at any moment, but he didn't want that right now. He needed to continue.
