The tattered Hel rushed at Gaold.

�Human!�I will sprinkle your bone meal over the body of the abominable maze!�

�Great!�

Hel�s provocation backfired.

Hundreds of wrinkles formed on Gaold�s distorted face, and hot steam leaked from between his teeth.

Gaold�s self-denying Great Superheat Hell unfolded.

In a space as dark as the night sky, the flames of deterioration swelled, and the souls of death, the screams of hungry ghosts, and extreme cold and heat began to mix.

Even Hel, the ruler of the dead, had no choice but to remain silent in front of Gaold�s powerful self-denial.

�Is there such a person?�

Hel immediately changed his mind.

�No, are they really human?�

Pain is 500,000 times the pain.

No one can imagine what hell Gaold is experiencing.

No one could even guess.

But to Gaold, that is the only reality.

�Miro����.�

No matter how painful it is, he doesn�t die.

�It�s a maze.�

The reason didn�t matter.

On that day 20 years ago, the day he had to helplessly watch Maze being dragged away, Gaold gave up on being anything.

Thanks to the experience of countless shocks, even the memories were tangled up, but even in the chaos, the only thing that was not forgotten for a moment was Miro�s voice.

-Because you are weak.

20 judges.�Everyone in the world clung eagerly.�And the labyrinth walked into Istas on its own.

But the fact that only Gaold knew, the truth, was the voice of Miro that he met on the eve of the Twenty Judgment.

� Even if you can�t do anything!

Tears of blood poured down Gaold�s upside-down whites.

�It�s a maze!�

Pain 1 million times � air pressing.

Hell popped and was crushed, then regrouped in midair.

It was a situation that could have been destroyed if it was a little too late to change into a mental state. JrNovels.com