Stop playing hard to get and just get on me!

Now that Eric was able to survive this one misfortune, he decided to stay away from attractions and just run to the very edge of the park and find the exit by walking along the walls.

This seemed like a very good idea. Why didn't he come up with it sooner? However, the more Eric ran to the edge, the more he understood. The previous realisation... how could he just throw it out of the fucking ceiling of this room?

This park changed constantly? Even while Eric was running with the end of the park in sight, he always came closer only to get further away.

Come closer, go further. What the hell was this bullshit? Was this the ultimate teasing of an illusion? The ultimate example of the damn saying 'so close yet so far' that finally had a reason to stomp into Eric's life and breach down all walls of defence made to keep this disaster out?

No matter how Eric wanted to have a touchy-touchy relationship with the entrance, it didn't want to! It would rather be on the fucking-hard-to-get-most-hellish-nightmare-purgatory-abyss-of-death-graveyard-horror-whatever-shit-one-could-come-up-with difficulty!

For fuck's sake! I'm here to fulfil the wish of yours! What else is a door for? So just come back and show yourself! Come and run into my arms! I know you have a crush on me! Or why would you let me inside you without letting me leave?

Entrance door, listen to me! I'm serious about our relationship so let me out. I promise I won't leave! No need to be so possessive and tsuntsun!

Eric pleaded in his brain to the door who still gave him the cold shoulder.

"Fuck," Eric cursed. None of his angelic appearance was left. Eric had missed his ultimate chance with Nol. Nol might've been his only chance! Why the fuck did he run away from Nol? Just because the glint in Nol's eyes just screamed of danger and brutal murder and torture towards Eric?

Eric was able to kind of tame him! Eric should've taken the opportunity and made use of it. Instead, now he was beaten himself up over his reckless stupidity. Just to make it clear, Eric ran his hand through his head as if he was in a shampoo commercial, Eric wasn't stupid, he was very clever.

Very, very, very clever. Now that everyone knew this, Eric could be reassured to continue to find the exit. However, because Eric was so insanely clever, he decided to go look for Nol instead of the exit.

If Eric wasn't cheating or two-timing on the damn door, it wouldn't show itself! This door was sure a drama lover huh? Watched too many dramas, huh?

Eric gritted his teeth and looked for the Ferris Wheel again. The last time, he wanted to go there, it was easy, this time, however, obviously the park had a plan on its own. Anytime, Eric wanted to do anything out of his own volition, of course, it was deemed as useless and instantly filtered to trash.

Was it because Eric was human? Was it? Was it? So humans' opinions didn't matter huh? Now we're being racist? Xenophobia? Well, since Eric was so clever, no one could really fathom his thought process and how he got to this conclusion, but just when Eric voiced out these thoughts in his very clever brain, it seemed like the park had its consciousness attached to his very clever brain, well obviously to get some intelligence and read Eric's thoughts.

So to give Eric face, the park indeed started to give him a certain kind of treatment.

Now nothing but green erupted and slung its way before Eric's sight. None of the attractions were seen anymore, Eric only helplessly walked around the dense-like forest and waited until the park showed mercy.

And it didn't take long. Soon, the park indeed showed mercy. Mercy to stop making fun of hell and create the 8th deepest layer of hell to show hell who the boss was. And this all for Eric. Wonderful. Bravo. Eric was really endorsed by this rather special treatment.

Before Eric, an opening finally appeared. It led to-

Eric's face sank. No.

Fuck this shit. Get me out of here. I'd rather take my chance with the endless forest than with this 380 km/h or whatever furious wheel of absolute torture.

Hey Satan, you see that? You see that fucking blur of light? Yes, that's what you call a true punishment for sinners and scums. None of your feeble torture, neither in purgatory and hell, could compare to this babe of literal definition of spinning until your organs, your brain and your bones all crack your body open and flush out, hit the ground with such an impact they become mush.

Yeah, huh. Can't compare now. Satan. You wannabe ruler of hell!

Yeah... Eric glanced at the thing before instantly turning on his heels and running back to the opening.

He rather not provoke death and take his dear very much-loved life to take a spin on this furious hellri- cough carousel.

In the first place, this thing was a fucking abomination! It was the perfect torture device for scums like Eric. But of course, as a not yet still self-aware scum, Eric was highly averse against it.

However, Eric's luck seemed only so-so in this Demon World. Of course, the moment he stepped into his hellhole that proudly paraded this insane carousel, Eric's fate was sealed.

The exit disappeared and Eric was caught in a nest. To further his sense of devastation and despair, all of a sudden, out of bloody nowhere, a 40 m tall iron fence surrounded the round place with the carousel, threatening two options: Either Eric took a ride or stayed here to die.

Eric's face blanked. He was done. So done. What did they expect? With no expression but a done face, Eric stared the ever-growing iron fence that was now 50m, and how did Eric know that?

Fucking math! And now look at the wildly spinning blood of death. Ah, how beautiful life is.

Once again, Lord, I thank you for how much pity and mercy you show this small scum here. Fuck you!

None! None of it did you show me! Eric held his middle finger up to the sky. Is it because I had such a fucking good life on earth that you see the need to play me like this?

In the first place, Eric didn't believe in the Lord. Maybe that was why. Either way, Eric braced himself and stepped towards the carousel. Tears almost formed on his face but Eric never cried. He would never. He was such an arrogant, perfect and accomplished person, how could something this small faze him?

To Eric's surprise with each step he took, covering the distance, at least the carousel's speed slowed down. Hallelujah!

Damn right, you better be scared of my presence! But when Eric took a few steps back, the carousel reached god sent 1 million light-years-speed-to-the-stars again.

Eric was afraid it might fly off and disappear. Now you're playing huh?

Maybe it was better this way. But why was it, that each time Eric stepped back, the carousel dangerously tilted towards him ready to smack him over?

Erm... hello... help?