Chapter 428 The Final Trial

The former Annan dared to give up memory decisively for a certain event and a certain purpose.

Annan can believe that this kind of resolute and complete abandonment is indeed what he can do...

But Annan would never give up everything at will because of some trivial matter.

For Annan, the memory of details is a great asset in itself.

Because he does have such a talent for penetrating people's hearts.

Then on the other hand... What else is there that Annan would rather give up and pursue?

no doubt.

It was that intense and fiery positive emotion that had never been frozen by [Winter Heart].

Now Annan completely understands.

——Annan's original possession, pure ascetic desire.

——A heart without fear brought about by the reversed Heart of Winter.

- Unstoppable, repeated failures.

The ascetic heart that has not been frozen by the heart of winter can only have enthusiasm and perseverance when facing the torment of failure; and the reversed heart of winter can burn out Annan's burnout, despair, and anxiety when facing failure. Fear; never-ending, infinitely repeating failures prevent Annan from seeking a second answer. After all, doing the same thing, but craving different results, is a fool's journey.

Under the intertwining effect of these three, the painful torment has turned into an extremely absurd happiness.

The greater the pain, the greater the happiness.

- This is a level that only Annan can pass.

This is not a test that will reach the end with persistence, but a seal that will forever linger at the bottom of the valley without any key.

If Annan did not have the heart of asceticism, he would only think about how many times he would have to repeat it to be saved by Salvatore; if Annan did not have the reversed heart of winter, he would have committed suicide in despair in the endless failures If Annan hadn't faced such a desperate situation, he would have used his brains to find another solution.

Denton never imagined that the trap he designed turned into the best whetstone.

This is an experience that is enough to rewrite his personality - Annan before this nightmare and now are definitely not alone.

"I must thank you for that. Denton."

Even if the previous memory has been blurred like a dream.

Annan will never forget his ecstasy climbing up in the abyss.

"I've never felt...I'm in such good shape."

Annan felt the joy and excitement in his heart.

His soul is so bright.

He clearly felt... some brilliant power awakened in the depths of his soul.

Annan is also very sure.

Denton's murder of himself in the dream world is now meaningless.

"Come on, Denton!"

He laughed, and the brilliance in his eyes was so bright: "I want to see, what else can you bring me!"

"—it will be as you wish."

Finally, a dull voice sounded in front of Annan.

Sitting in front of the portrait on the other side, the young child who behaved exactly like Annan.

That is the mirror image of Annan.

The same ice blue pupils, the same clothes.

But Annan's hair is black, while the other side is white.

And the most crucial difference - Annan's pupils are as bright as the stars under the night sky.

On the other hand, the pupil of the other party is a deep ice lake that is calm as water and has no emotion.

Although the two sides never met... But Annan was immediately convinced that the other party was the dream stealer Denton.

In other words, it was Denton's will and the virtual image of the soul reconstructed with the help of Annan's memory.

He can't be said to be quite Denton.

It is a new combination that combines all the memories of Denton and Annan.

——But memory is not the more powerful it is.

The former Annan was willing to give up his memory and start all over again, which is precisely why.

"Is that what you want to take away my body?"

The corner of Annan's mouth rose, and suddenly a big, bright smile appeared: "Interesting, you dare to appear in front of me?"

Although it is a very happy smile,

But unexpectedly, it makes people feel the cold from the heart.

Facing Annan's question, "Danton" was silent for a moment.

"I did greatly underestimate you."

"Danton" said slowly: "According to my original calculation, even if this pure fear can't trap you... it should at least make you feel hopeless. You are a hedonist, a willful one. delusional lunatic,

"You're stronger than you remember."

"Isn't that natural?"

The smile on Annan's face did not fade: "Every minute, every second, I am stronger than the last moment.

"I'm not old yet, and progress is a matter of course. You have me a few hours ago, and I'm different now."

"Is this the power of the Book of Heavenly Car? The way of ascension and transformation..."

Denton muttered.

"—wrong, Denton."

The smile on Annan's face gradually subsided.

He said seriously: "This is my power. It is the result of my will.

"It is the old me who chose to abandon all the feelings and memories that have been frosted - now I have no weakness in my heart.

"It's like adding the ingredients of 'Denton', my purity becomes lower."

"Purity—does it work?"

"Danton" asked calmly.

In the face of "Danton"'s expected rhetorical question, Annan laughed even more: "As expected of you! As expected of me! This level of stalking... It's really great!

"give me my last nightmare."

Annan stared at "Danton" and said calmly, "Otherwise I will kill you now."

"It's already been prepared for you."

"It's not something you've played with, is it?"

"Of course not, and it's very simple and fairly brief."

"Danton" closed his eyes.

And the painting near him disappeared again and turned into the pupil of an old man.

Annan looked at the painting without fear.

The flame-like madness that had just awakened in his heart urged him to take risks.

The closer he gets to death, the more he experiences failure... the more powerful his heart is.

next moment.

The scene in front of Annan's eyes changed again.

He was lying on the hospital bed.

His body was extremely weak, and when he opened his eyes, he could only see incomparably vague things, and it was difficult to speak when he opened his mouth. The small voice heard in his ear was as noisy as a chisel digging into his brain.

He was surrounded by people, he didn't know it, and he couldn't see clearly.

He felt someone sitting beside him, holding his old hand; he also felt someone sobbing in a corner, someone pacing outside the house. Some are looking at themselves, some are afraid to look at themselves.

And Annan felt inexplicably that his time limit had come.

Death is already standing by the head of his bed, and the next time he breathes out, it may be his end.

Annan suddenly understood.

This time it is not a time-limited escape room, not a role-playing game of wrestling with others and earning a long period of time, or even a platform jumping with repeated failures and malicious creators... It's just a very simple game of "going forward".

As long as Annan accepts his own death, this extremely brief little game with no direction is over.

- But if Annan accepts his own death.

Can he still wake up?