He had been walking for over ten days.
Veldor gained nothing.
The stairway to Heaven… It seemed as if it did not exist within the Netherworld.
"No, it's too early to be sure… This is just a small part of the Netherworld."
Veldor muttered to himself,
"I could spend ten years, twenty years, or even a hundred years, after all… I am already 'dead'."
Veldor felt that if he could not find the "stairway to Heaven" even after a hundred years, he could ascertain that this was not really the Netherworld.
After all, that would be a hundred years' time.
And for such a span of time, the path he had now taken was truly insignificant.
Although the prospect of finding the "stairway to Heaven" was remote, Veldor felt that even if it took a real hundred years, it would still be more meaningful than staying in the afterlife town.
It was as if… he was still alive.
Veldor thought that perhaps life itself was meaning, was the pursuit of meaning.
