At the same time, Sterl faintly sensed, with the disappearance of the prompt text, a translucent figure in front of him pointing an accusing finger at his nose and berating him.
"Are you even human?!"
"Someone loves you so much!"
"You could feel that something was wrong, you even predicted the future, yet you still insisted on letting her die 99 times. No, wait, adding the previous time, that makes it 100 times."
"You're a worthless beast!"
With a swoosh, the Fire of Ten Thousand Souls swept through, effortlessly incinerating the figure to nothingness.
To Sterl's surprise, he discovered—
"Wow! This figure was that powerful? That's equivalent to the souls of two gods."
"Wait, no, it's not that he was powerful; the souls of the gods were inherently weak."
He shook his head.
With the conclusion of the first phase of the trial, Sterl also retrieved the memories of the 99 cycles.
His only thought was—
