Chapter 8: Suffering and Light

The platform is straight from the top and curves to the bottom with more than tens of meters of spaced steps. Screaming and gasping can be heard throughout it.

Like a circumambulation to ascend to heaven!!

The crowd went wild and climbed greedily by stepping on each other, or stealing each other's places.

The big one pushed the little one into his place, and the weak ones were trampled to the side and built a pile of meat to climb on.

There was no interest at this time to have mercy around them. The weak were building ladders for the strong to climb.

At the top of the second step, a middle-aged man smiled happily and was touched that he had finally arrived

He extended his hand to the threshold of the step in order to raise his body. Suddenly, a hand grabbed his pants and he was pulled. His hand slipped carelessly, and the nearby threshold in front of his pupils looked distant as he fell.

In his place, he saw another person rushing in, grabbing the threshold that was his and climbing exhaustively, a happy smile on his face.

"I am close to you, Selena, wait for me."

The man shouted, and the light of the waiting door reflected on their eyes, which were gradually turning dull.

Everyone knew in common at this moment that if they did not reach the illuminated door in the stairs, they would once again feel that terrible feeling of despair and lose their last straw of hope.

Thus, the crowd was divided into two halves that could not even be called a rivalry.

The weak in the first place and the strong in the second, the difference was not that huge because of their common selfishness.

Amidst the crowd below the first step, Ayumu broke through internally to reach the first step. The step was like the third floor of a giant building before her eyes.

The crowd crowded around her, and she had no choice but to dodge between them in order not to be pushed to the ground by them. Ayumu's exhausted eyes moved among the crowd and dodged while holding Ryota's body on her books.

Gradually, the crowd began to become more crowded, like bodies being compressed. Ayumu's steps slowed down and her eyes trembled several times. She could feel something warm beneath her bare feet, 'Oh my god, oh my god, with the pressure of the barbaric crowd in order to go up, they have to rely on other people's bodies to make the stairs, ah ah. Oh, they were all run over." Ayumu gasped, and her mind melted at the image in front of her, including herself, with the force of imagining it. Her hands tightened on the weight on her shoulders, "Brother, please don't wake up yet." Ayumu did not desire suffering or pain for someone above her.

In fact, she wanted more than that to be happy for him.

Ayumu greedily breathed in the air. She did not know what would happen if she crowded into the mentally blind crowd in front of her. She made up her mind and tried to go around the crowd to the right corner.

"Huh, it's that tall young man." After arriving at the side of the stairs, she found Ayumu a tall young man. He was the person who had shouted to the gods a few minutes ago, and it was not difficult to remember him because of his height, which stood out among everyone.

Ayumu was tired emotionally and physically. She had witnessed horrific events that contradicted common sense, and she was tired from dodging the crowd all the time while carrying Ryouta. Now upon seeing the tall young man in front of her, Ayumu decided to approach in order to ask for help from the tall man several rains in front of her.

Ayumu came forward with a sound of grinding water. The sea of blood was terrible and spewed out blood-stained air beneath her feet. Ayumu arrived and the tall young man was looking forward towards the crowd with his back to her. "Please....h-can you help?" Her voice was unusually stammering and soft and could barely be heard amid the noise.

This was the first time she had asked, even if it was an impossible request in the current situation, so she had no choice but to try.

"Eh," her low voice seemed to be heard and the tall young man looked back. His eyes were lifeless and it was difficult to see what was inside them. The young man's name was Qina. He lost his biological parents when he was young, as a result of which he matured soon.

His relatives tried out of affection to take care of him, but gradually each one of them became distant and different, and this did not last long and everyone died in various accidents and he was left alone.

After that period of time, he did not go out much and stayed in an old room that he rented, and like the rest of the days in his shabby room, he decided to go to a store on the side of the sidewalk.

In the middle of looking at things, he heard the sound of something falling. Kenna did not care about that. He knew that there was always a middle-aged woman at this time of day trying to carry things and put them in her small baby carrier. Kenna always pretended as if he was deaf and could not hear.

What was strange was that the sound of falling continued, and not only that, but there was a bloody mist surrounding it.

Feeling a vague feeling of his incursion, Kina immediately decided to remove his act and try to advise the middle-aged woman to stand up.

"Madam, who broke up.....haaa," Kina, who had lost his feelings for an unknown time, trembled before him as he saw pieces of yellow skin and bones from inside women's clothing.

A bloody mist swirled around him, and that was the last thing he saw after losing consciousness.

'I lost those responsible for me when I was young. My relatives abandoned me when I was in need. The world's hatred penetrated inside me and I lived a life less than an animal in this world. Is this how my story will end?' These were the last thoughts of Kina, who lost his hope in the world.

His mind began to darken, and in the midst of this darkness he glimpsed a little light. Kenna discovered that he had not died from what the gods above said afterward. His condition was healthier than everyone else. In fact, he felt for the first time that he could live. His last hope was to reach the door.

Kina energetically waited for an opportunity after everyone started climbing, but bad luck played against him. He was taller than most of the others, which made them feel threatened.

And try to drop it every time.

Kina felt shocked, he knew everyone's low state, yet their natural instinct still actively guided their actions.

After several attempts, and realizing that the situation was no longer in his control, Kenna also decided to turn to the side and try to discover a solution from it.

If the middle is unproductive, other places will not be.

Humans were limited by their independent mentality, however, for Kenna, who had lived through the disaster in the previous world and in this place, after a short period of time he was able to adapt to the new situation and possess what distinguished him from most of the frenzied crowd.

Make decisions!!

lhave. He was able to think and distinguish the bad from the good, and the useful from the bad. In his attempt to get around, Kina stepped on several people without care and did not try to extend a helping hand to them. He did not want to place burdens of bags of meat next to him.

Several minutes passed and Kenna could not find a solution other than trying to climb again sideways in order not to be noticed.

At that moment, he heard the sounds of crashing into the water behind him. It was obvious that someone had followed him, 'Who, who would be able to follow me and ignore the light of the door?', someone for this state of pure choice.

Of course, it was none other than Ayumu, who had spotted him from afar a few moments ago.

Kenna quickly turned around and took several steps back. The scenes that took place amidst this frenzy of killing and kneading meat made him feel uncomfortable and dangerous.

And be careful!!