Chapter 38: Bitter Sacrifice? {2}
Suddenly, I found myself once again in the endless white light.
It was blinding and infinite, stretching in every direction without end. I stood there, lost and weightless—until I saw someone ahead. My eyes narrowed.
It was... me.
But not quite. This version of me stood tall, cold, and emotionless, his gaze sharp as a blade. He stared at me with an intensity that chilled my bones, like he wanted to tear my skin apart and feed it to wild beasts.
Then he spoke—his voice void of warmth.
"You're stupid. Really... stupid."
Before I could react, his hand shot out, gripping my throat tightly. I gasped. My lungs ached for air, but nothing came. His grip tightened, choking me with terrifying ease.
I don't know why, but I was completely powerless in this place. I couldn't move. I couldn't even feel my body. It was like I was trapped in a dream where I no longer existed—just a hollow shell.
"What a ridiculous dream," he sneered, his voice colder than ice.
His fingers clenched even tighter around my neck as he lifted me into the air. I dangled helplessly, unable to speak, unable to resist.
"Sacrificing yourself... for the sake of others?" he mocked.