Rogel put down Yuelin's diary and sighed.
Yuelin was a pitiful man, toyed with by fate.
An accident cast him into the abyss, and the torment of evildoers nearly robbed him of the will to live.
But he was also someone who deserved his fate.
Using the goodwill of others as bait, he turned it into capital for his ascension to the extraordinary.
All of this seemed so sad and yet laughable.
There are some tragedies in this world that even reloading cannot salvage.
"Doctor Pupa..."
Rogel murmured, silently committing this name to memory.
"It seems that those who use alternative paths to ascend to the extraordinary are not few."
Rogel thought to himself.
"Let's go, we should leave now."
Rogel said.
Before leaving, he glanced at the puppets in this grand room.
Inside them were trapped innocent and kind souls, one after another.
Their suffering might not vanish with Yuelin's death...
...
After last night's heavy rain, the weather turned sunny again.
