"What do I do, what do I do!?" Days passed, and Bai Xiaochun was still sitting in the main square on the damaged fan, looking anxiously at the spot to enter the hundredth level.
Despair ate at his heart, despair at the fact that he had no chance at passing the hundredth level.
"This is ridiculous! How are you supposed to pass the hundredth level when it's so hard!? You definitely have to be an archaean.... But then again, even an archaean would probably be killed.... And yet, here I am...." He tugged at his hair, his eyes bloodshot and growing increasingly crimson. Eventually, he slapped his bag of holding to summon a few jugs of alcohol, and began to drink.
He drank for three days straight....
