Morning.
Hong Jiuling woke up from an endless cycle of nightmares.
For a while, he was dazed, then he slowly stepped out the door.
The cold of the dungeon seemed like it was just yesterday. Outside, however, the sun was shining brightly.
Under the sun, there were the new family members of that little failure.
He didn't know if that little failure would truly find happiness in the future.
But he probably wouldn't be able to see it.
If one is destined to perish.
Compared to that little failure, he, who feels no attachment to the world, is the one who should disappear.
"You're awake." Ye Wu looked at Hong Jiuling.
Hong Jiuling silently walked over and proactively asked, "What is the fifth task?"
