Benedictus thought that the guardian in front of him would fight to the end, but he did not expect that under his persuasion, the weak guardian actually gave way to the road behind it. The huge stone man said with a sarcastic expression

Its eyes looked at Benedictus, and when the cultist touched the closed door, it whispered:

"You can't touch the secret of your desire, you can't break the shackles of flesh and blood. I feel the incomparable pride from your will. That is your original sin, and this will kill you..."

Facing the guardian's final persuasion, Benedictus's face, which had lost his left eye and was covered with scars, showed an indifferent smile, just like a martyr who didn't care about anything:

"The risk of death is my problem, not yours."

"In the past, I have told myself more than once that for those wonderful things that I cannot catch up with, those opportunities that I have missed, I will prepare for them to come again and wait for them in the future of my life... until we meet again

, I will have a good chat with them..."

"Look, now, my time has come... Do I have to give it up just because of death?"

"Death, what is it?"

"Faith is everything, it burns our lives..."

Benedictus looked at the stone guardian next to him with the same sarcastic gaze, and he asked softly:

"Can you understand this sentiment?"

"No! You can't. All your self-perceptions are just given to you by your master. You have never had a life and soul of your own. You are just a puppet of order. You don't understand anything... you, and your
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