"Although I'm not pretty, I am clever enough to differentiate between male and female bathrooms."
"..."
Charlotte was slowly slipping into unconsciousness as she continued singing.
Twenty minutes later, Cynthia dragged her out from the ice bucket.
Her face was white and her body was shivering.
However, Charlotte still managed to put on a smile and said, "Cynthia, only one level left. I can surely endure it."
Cynthia cried after listening to her.
The final level was the Hell of Blood Pool.
This was the only level without any physical suffering.
Charlotte had to soak her entire body, except her head, inside a blood pool.
After she passed the level, she quickly ran to Arnold with blood all over her body. "Mr. Yearwood, I have passed all eight levels of hell. Can you please save her now?"
Arnold looked at her with a complicated expression and nodded his head.
Charlotte felt relieved after receiving Arnold's consensus.
