As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

It is surrounded by towering walls, like a huge prison.

In front of him was a staircase, a staircase that didn't know how high it was and where it led to.

Irelia took a deep breath, and without much hesitation, she raised her slender right leg and stepped onto the stairs filled with a decaying smell.

One step, two steps, one layer, two layers...

Irelia didn't know how much time had passed. Here, she could not feel the passage of time at all. Under the setting sun, there was a hint of fiery red in the sky, which had not changed at all from beginning to end, as if this was a space where time had completely frozen.

She seemed to have climbed very high.

Inadvertently looking down, Irelia felt as if her brain was dizzy, her body swayed slightly, and she almost fell down.

That height is several thousand meters, right?

The unprecedented dizziness made Irelia retract her sight. She raised her head and glanced upwards. Her eyes flickered slightly, but she still couldn't see the end at a glance. Here, it seemed that there was no difference from looking up from the ground.

The throat moved slightly, and Irelia felt her throat a little dry. Her slightly pale tongue moistened her lips slightly, and Irelia continued to climb upwards.

A gust of wind blew.

It's very windy high in the sky.

The entire ladder seemed to be shaking in the strong wind.

Irelia felt her feet slip and her body fell down the side of the narrow ladder.

Thousands of meters high, a completely uncontrolled free fall and a strong sense of weightlessness brought indescribable fear.

Just when Irelia thought she was going to be killed, her spirit suddenly shook. Looking down, she saw the dusty ground under her feet and a ladder leading to nowhere in front of her. She was back to the starting point, as if the long time just now, which had passed for who knows how many days and nights, was just a dream.

Just on the side of the ladder, there is an extra door.

Irelia knew that as long as she pushed open that door, she could leave this weird space.

Taking a deep breath, Irelia raised her feet again and stepped onto the steps in front of her.

Once, twice, three times...

One hundred times, two hundred times, three hundred times...

Irelia didn't know how many times she tried. Each time after reaching a certain level, there would be some more special trials.

Sometimes, it is the fierce wind that blows you off the ladder to heaven.

Sometimes, the sky is full of ice and snow, making it difficult to stand on the steps.

Sometimes, it's a thunder...

With every failure, a door will appear in the empty city wall, as if constantly reminding Irelia to give up. As long as you pass through this door, you can leave here and escape from this torturous dream.

Irelia was panting.

She felt very tired.

Mental exhaustion.

She was chasing after a powerful force, but the ladder that seemed to have no end was like an illusory dream. No matter how beautiful it looked, it was always difficult to reach.

The torture caused by constant failure, the pain caused by disappointment, and the despair caused by no end in sight were almost filling Irelia's soul. She could no longer even distinguish what was real and what was false.

It is very simple to escape from this torture. Just take a step to the side and open the door next to you.

It's that simple.

Squeak!

A strange voice sounded in Irelia's ears.

When Irelia didn't touch it at all, the door actually opened on its own.

Outside, is the Morol Cathedral.

In the church, nuns were walking back and forth. The bright sunshine cast shadows. The green plants were swaying in the breeze. The statue of the Goddess of Dawn was emitting a dim and soft light, gazing at the world with kindness and compassion.

What a beautiful picture.

Everything is the same as before.

Squeak!

Behind him, another door opened.

Irelia's heart trembled. She even saw that familiar figure waving to her on the other side of the door, as if she could fall into that familiar and warm embrace just by walking through the door.

He even held a child in his arms. Was that her and his child?

This is the life Irelia has always wanted in her dreams.

There was a trace of obsession on her face, and her little hand couldn't help but stretched towards the other side of the door.

But just when Irelia was about to stretch out her fingertips, the scene that had happened once again played out before her eyes, and her scarlet heart burned Irelia's eyes.

Her body suddenly shook, and she looked at the door again. It was still the wonderful and addictive picture. A trace of reluctance flashed in Irelia's eyes, and then she turned around resolutely and stepped onto the door again. Those cold steps.

She needs to be powerful enough.

If Ron has fallen into the abyss.

Then she will overturn the abyss.

What if Ron was already out of his mind.

Then she would regroup Ron's soul.

If Ron had completely disappeared, even if she could reverse time and go back to the past, she would still have to change her bad fate.

With this persistence, Irelia moved forward slowly but extremely firmly. The biting wind could not shake her fragile body, and could only make her long silver hair flutter in the void.

The snow and ice in the sky could not slow down Irelia's steps, but could only leave her footprints one after another on the steps.

Invisible pressure descended from the void, bending Irelia's waist, but she could not stop her trembling legs.

Looking back, I saw that the vast and empty city below had long been overwhelmed by densely packed doors.

one thousand? Ten thousand?

Or more?

Irelia smiled slightly, held her head high again, and stepped onto the last step.

The pressure that originally enveloped him suddenly dissipated.

Irelia couldn't help herself and sat on the ground, gasping for breath. After a few seconds, she looked around.

Where she is is a platform.

There is a small altar on the platform compared to this giant city and the ladder to heaven.

On the altar, there was only a thick book with a yellow cover.

Irelia's throat moved slightly, and she supported her extremely tired body and walked to the altar. Her fingers touched the hair cover, which had a slightly frosted texture.

The smell of decay and decay is seeping from the book.

Twilight book!

Twilight Witch!

……

News of the disaster in Larnaca City will eventually spread uncontrollably.

And for some, nothing matters more than the death of one of them.

Some people breathed a sigh of relief because of Ron's death, such as the three divine messengers. Their secrets finally didn't have to worry about being exposed.

Of course, I hope this guy didn't tell anyone else the news before he died.

There were also people who were unwilling to accept this, such as Apraun Montgomery. Ron died so easily, how could he accept this? He even wanted to kill that guy with his own hands.

Thinking of the humiliation he suffered in front of Ron, Apu couldn't help but tremble all over, and this anger and resentment never had a chance to be vented.

There were also people who were ecstatic, such as Gray Andre... But when he thought of the debt of half a million gold coins he owed, the excitement in Gray Andre's heart suddenly disappeared.

Christian, who had just suppressed the seal, still looked a little pale. He walked out of the deepest part of the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn. The figure of the Forgotten Daina had already appeared beside Christian, leaning close to the ear of the Great Saint and whispering softly.

In an instant, the body of the great saint was shaken suddenly. Her already pale cheeks no longer showed any trace of blood, and her heart felt as if a piece of it had been hollowed out, feeling empty and uncomfortable.

Dolores, who had just finished a banquet with the nobles and returned to her room, saw the information that the female warrior had hesitantly sent her. The potion in her hand, which was used to sober up, fell to the ground with a plop and shattered into pieces.

Agnes, who had left the royal city and was heading to Dragon Valley, heard about the disaster in Larnaca City from the merchants passing by.

For the first time, a strange expression appeared on the face of the former seventh princess.

The mysterious captain once said that her fate had long been entangled with Ron, but he died before he even met Ron?

Did the mysterious Mr. Captain get it wrong?

Or is it that the Captain is at a disadvantage in the game with some existence?

Just when Agnes was confused, familiar threads appeared in front of her.

Agnes sighed helplessly, then took the initiative to open her arms, letting the silk threads wrap around her soft body.

Chapter 2 is presented.

Chapter 147 Dolores’ excitement (3)

When I meet Mr. Captain this time, I hope to have the opportunity to learn about Ron from Mr. Captain.

Agnes thought so in her heart.

Immediately, his vision blurred, and his consciousness gradually began to sink.

When Agnes opened her eyes again, she was already on the familiar deck. The mysterious captain, as usual, was sitting quietly at the bow, looking down at the figures on the deck.

"Mr. Captain, your servant sends you the most sincere greetings." Agnes bent down to Mr. Captain and saluted.

She could vaguely feel something unusual.

Although the Captain was mysterious, powerful, and hard to be seen before, there was always a layer of invisible oppression over him. But now, this oppression disappeared, and the Captain's presence seemed to become lighter. Agnes could even feel the Captain's joy.

Agnes was puzzled. Why was the Captain so happy when Ron, whom he had been concerned about, was already dead? Could it be that the Captain did not lose but win in the confrontation with the mysterious being?

Did Ron's death bring greater benefits to Mr. Captain?

Agnes even looked quietly at Miss Rose next to her.

This Miss Rose, who may be Princess Dolores, seems to be even more wrong.

Ever since Zhen Ming appeared here, her body had not moved at all, just like a quiet and exquisite doll. Even the black mist wrapping around her body did not make the slightest ripple.

She even forgot to say hello to Mr. Captain!

This is bad... Agnes doesn't know exactly what happened, but in any case, it is really wrong not to say hello to Mr. Captain.

Agnes complained in her heart, but fortunately the tolerant captain didn't care about these little things.

After a brief pause, Agnes considered her words and spoke again: "Mr. Captain... you have said before that my fate and Ron's have been entangled."

Agnes's voice seemed to touch a certain switch on Dolores. The princess, who had always been like an exquisite doll, suddenly trembled and raised her head suddenly.

Her vision was still a little dazed, and she seemed to have just realized that she was on the soul-crossing boat.

While Agnes was paying attention to Ron and Dolores, Ron was also looking at the two women below.

Agnes looked pretty normal.

But Dolores' appearance made Ron feel a little distressed.

The originally proud long golden hair lost its original luster, the delicate and pretty cheeks were pale and bloodless, and the eyes were wide open, but without focus, as if they were really just two exquisite gems. The corners of his eyes were red, and it was obvious that he had been crying for a while.

Ron also felt a little sour in his heart. There was no doubt that the news of his death had a great impact on Dolores.

Although Dolores's character is far stronger than that of ordinary girls, even many men cannot compare with her, but it is still difficult for her to break away from this pain and even the whirlpool of despair.

Ron wanted to comfort Dolores, but he knew that he couldn't do this, so he finally took the mysterious eyes away from himself... Dolores is the protagonist, an existence watched by fate, if He tells Dolores the truth, which may very well lead to his reappearance in the eyes of fate.

Therefore, no matter what, he must continue to perform this play.

Miss Fox Agnes was a little suspicious of Miss Rose's reaction. Why did Miss Rose react abnormally to this sentence?

The only special thing in this sentence should be the word Ron, right?