Strongest Hammer God novel Chapter 1117

It never ended.

The army of specters never stopped.

The Overseer didn't know how much time had passed.

It could've been a second.

It could've been a million years.

It just never ended.

The specters just kept coming.

During this entire time, she hadn't even been able to form a coherent thought. In this world, it was like she was just a stone that felt eternal pain and regret.

She didn't know who she was. She didn't remember anything. She didn't know why she was here.

There was just pain, and hatred, and regret, and rage, and pain, and hatred, and tragedy, and hatred, and pain, and hatred...

Everything hated her.

She didn't know why.

She didn't know why existence itself hated her so much.

She just existed. She was just there. She didn't remember doing anything that could have angered anyone else.

Was her crime existing?

Did reality hate her because she existed?

Was existing so bad?

Wasn't she allowed to exist?

Why did she even exist?

All of the memories she made were of being hated by reality.

Why did it hurt so much?

Why did existence hurt so much?

What was the point of persevering?

What was the point of existing?

It was just painful, and she had never seen anything in her life that hadn't been immensely painful.

This was existence.

It was just pain, and pain, and pain, and pain.

And yet, she kept going. She didn't know why, but something inside of her told her that she had to keep going. Something inside of her told her that things would improve.

Eventually...

At some point...

Maybe...

Things would improve.

She just had to keep existing. She just had to keep fighting.

The tide of hatred and pain didn't stop.

An unknown period of time passed, and, finally, something changed...

For the worse.

The specters were becoming stronger. It had started slowly, but as more of them attacked, it became impossible to ignore.

The pain existence inflicted upon her was getting more intense.

Reality hated her for surviving, and it was putting more pressure on her.

Die!

You have to die!

Kill yourself!

You're a plague!

You're a mistake!

Failure!

You're worthless!

You're a waste!

Everybody hates you!

The world hates you!

Nobody wants you!

Die!

Just die!

The Overseer wanted to persevere. She wanted to fight back.

But it was never-ending...

She was getting tired.

She just wanted a break.

The specters' powers increased even more, and the pain amplified.

Tears appeared in the Overseer's eyes. She didn't know what crying was or what it represented. These tears simply appeared by themselves.

Please, let me rest.

Please, I don't want this.

I'm sorry. I don't know what I've done, but I'm sorry.

Please...

Please...

None of these thoughts were coherent. They were just interpreted feelings of misery and helplessness.

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