"The God of Death deprived me of the ability to lose my memory and prevented me from walking through the underworld of Helheim and entering reincarnation. The purpose is to watch you die here again and again.

This is my punishment for saving you, and it is also your punishment for saving Hogwarts. We both did things that should not have happened. We all did things that we should not have done.

Think about it carefully, don’t you have the illusion that all this has happened before? Don’t you have the powerlessness that everything in your life is performed according to the script? "

Hoffa's face turned even paler.

Aglaia closed her eyes in despair and held on to the wall: "Your cycle is more terrifying than Sisyphus, more terrifying than Prometheus, and more terrifying than Peverell.

In your eyes, everything about you is new and everything is the first time. But in my eyes, you have entered Helheim more than 6,000 times, told cold jokes more than 5,000 times in front of me, and got down on one knee.

I knelt down more than 500 times, participated in Death's game more than 6,000 times, killed Davis more than 400 times, was helped by my so-called self more than 3,000 times, and left here more than 6,000 times."

Hoffa stood there as if he had been struck by lightning. At this moment, the sense of immediate vision that had continued to this day was extremely strong, as if countless image fragments of Aglaia were combined in his mind to form an almost physical illusion. They

Some people are laughing, some are crying, some are full of expectations, some are desperate, some are indifferent...

Listening to Aglaia's words, Miller, who was living in Hoffa's right arm, opened his mouth with his tongue hanging out like a hanged ghost. Little Barty on the side was completely dumbfounded: "Six thousand times...

...Six thousand times what..."

Aglaia looked at Hoffa and cried tremblingly: "Do you know how happy I was when I saw you for the first time? I can't forget it for three hundred thousand years. I saw you full of hope and stayed with you.

I defeated enemies one after another and sent you out of the underworld with great expectations. But what I was waiting for was you one after another."

"Time after time, time after time, time after time, there is no time in the underworld, so I use the human body to measure time. It takes one day from the birth of a body to its decay. Do you know how many bodies I have refined here? Do you know

?”

Hoffa involuntarily continued to retreat until he fell to the ground. Countless image fragments of Aglaia crying were combined layer by layer at this moment, tearing his heart apart.

"I'm tired, I'm tired, I've had enough, but no matter what I say, good or bad, scolding you, ignoring you, arguing, begging, you will always do it.

If you participate in the game of death, you must take me out of here! I understand your kindness, but you can't do it.

Do you think you can escape your fate by leaving Helheim? You can't change anything, and no one can be resurrected. The self you see in the arena is the future you."

Aglaia became more and more excited as she spoke. Finally, she pointed to the sky and sobbed in despair and powerlessness: "The God of Death puts the future in front of you, but you can't change it no matter what. This is the most terrifying thing, Hoffa, you

Behind us is an endless cycle of fate. It is more terrifying than death, a meaningless cycle, a cycle that cannot be changed."

The strong sense of sight almost shattered Hoffa's vision, and the gloomy but meaningless pain made him bend down uncomfortably. He clutched his palm tightly, unable to speak.

six thousand times...

Fifty years at a time...

Even if time flows faster in the underworld, it still takes...how many thousands of years?

If no matter how hard he works, his destiny has been arranged, then what is the meaning of what he is doing now?

Aglaia slowly floated to Hoffa, touched his face with her transparent hands, and begged in a low voice: "Man can't defeat God, give up, Hoffa, I beg you, don't

Let's go, stay here, I really can't stand it anymore, and I can't hold on anymore, it's too uncomfortable, even for my sake, please, don't go out, just die like this."

Time passed minute by minute, and for a while, Hoffa's broken consciousness slowly came together. He asked hoarsely: "Staying in...the underworld, what can we...do?"

"Stay in the underworld and don't do anything. When I can make a perfect body, we can just live a normal life in Helheim just like we do in the real world, okay?"

Aglaia said desperately but gently.

Hoffa looked at her like this and was so uncomfortable that he almost collapsed. He spent all his strength to calm himself down, "Before... the six thousand times before, you... how many times have you told me."

Aglaia covered her face in despair: "I have told you this conversation more than five hundred times, but not once have you been willing to listen to me, not once..."

Little Barty on the side was already dumbfounded. Just the girl's narration was shocking. Miller stopped struggling. They stared at Hoffa stupidly, waiting for his decision.

"No, I won't stay here..."

Hoffa grabbed his chest: There is no breathing, no sunshine, no hope, nothing, everything is nothingness. I want to save you from here, I must..."

"You've said it thousands of times, Hoffa! You don't remember it at all, you don't know it at all! You can't save me at all, you can't save anyone, you can't even save yourself!!"

Aglaia grabbed her hair and backed away desperately, "I can't watch you die, and I can't ignore you. It's useless if I say it, and it's useless if I don't say it. Everything happens by chance, but the result is...

It’s like fate. It’s too difficult for me, it’s too difficult for me, it’s too difficult for me!”

"Calm down!" Hoffa hugged her quickly, but his arm passed through her body again.

"Let's go, let's go, I know your character."

Aglaia looked at his face and turned her head in despair, "I know you, you will not bow to anything."

She clapped her hands, and the tall stone puppet pulled out a box, opened it in front of him, and poured a flying jackrabbit in front of him:

"Let's go, hahaha, let's go, the worst is to do it again, do it again..."

She smiled feebly and swaying, walked around the cauldron in the room, and disappeared behind the densely packed cabinets: "Let's go... let's go... What needs to be said has already been said..."

"Aglaia!"

Hoffa watched her disappear from the room bleakly, and called out her name. He had ten thousand thoughts in his mind that he wanted to catch up with her, but when he thought that he had only three minutes left, he stopped abruptly.

pace.

A very strong desire burst out from the bottom of Hoffa's heart. It was the desire to resurrect her, his promise to Fatir, and the inertia of more than six thousand cycles.

He raised his head, took a deep breath, and exhaled it again, suppressing the extremely gloomy and despairing sense of imminent vision.

"Wait for me."

He no longer looked at the place where Aglaia disappeared, suddenly turned his head and walked to Little Barty.

Little Barty couldn't stand up. He didn't know what happened specifically. Just by feeling some fragments of information, he was already overwhelmed by the complete despair and couldn't breathe. He pointed at himself incoherently.

, "I...I...you...you...she...what...what is six thousand times? Six thousand times...also me?"

"Shut up."

Hoffa's expression was as cold as a sculpture.

He couldn't help but pull up Little Barty, ride on the Jackrabbit, and said to the Jackrabbit: "The way to the thorns."

The long-eared rabbit opened its ears and flew out of the gap torn open by the Son of the Night God.

Outside, all the beings in the mysterious realm of death were briefly controlled by the God of Nightmares.

Hoffa rode a long-eared rabbit, flying over Avada who was smiling and sleeping on a balloon, flying over countless sleepwalking ghosts in the sky, flying over the path of thorns, flying over Sisyphus pushing a stone, flying over the quilt

Prometheus, who was pecking at the heart, flew past Peveril, who kept jumping, and passed through the opened barrier.
Chapter completed!