Thud, thud, thud~
Yi Chen walked alone on the stairs, unlike before, there were no monks behind him, nor were there any noisy screams or the sound of sliding iron chains from the prison.
The stairs he had traversed behind him would dismantle themselves, just as Asimov had said, there was no exit here.
With the last step taken, the staircase behind him completely disappeared,
before him lay a large area paved with 10×10 meter grey tiles, with a steel column shooting up into the sky every hundred meters, supporting the space around him.
He could not see the end in any direction,
"Is this the upper half of the lower stairs—'Nihility'? What is that..."
Yi Chen soon noticed a dead patient kneeling under one of the columns,
with a peculiar death posture,
the person was kneeling on the floor,
their weak hands drooping down, just touching the ground, and in the back of their skull seemed to be embedded a spiraling metal rod,
