Teda stepped onto the dark spiral stairs, placing his hand on the banister, climbing up step by step. He rarely found himself so defeated by someone else's words.
He wanted to retort, but in the face of Bologue's words, Teda really couldn't find a way to defend himself.
Teda understood that Bologue was right; he was indeed a hesitant coward, afraid to face such brutal truths. He was also a selfish person, dragging more and more people into the mire to satisfy his own desires.
But Teda couldn't stop, like a boulder rolling down a mountain, it had thundered forward, crushing everything in its path—no one could stop it, not even Teda himself.
Reaching the third floor, this was Teda's private domain, not allowing anyone to trespass. Bologue once fantasized about what kind of secrets might be hidden here, but the truth was, the third floor was simply arranged.
