At this moment, the boy from the fishing village had already reached the two hundred and ninety-ninth step.
His eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming down, as he shouted continuously:
"Father, sister, don't die! Don't die... Demon Race! Damned Demon Race! Stop it! Stop it... I will kill you, kill you all..."
However, although he fell, his steps forward did not stop; he stubbornly crawled towards the stairs ahead.
Another young boy lay on the ninety-seventh step, having crawled two more steps but unable to take another step forward.
As Blood Slaughter carried him to the resting place, tears filled his eyes as he said, "Why, why? Why am I just one step short!"
"I want to become stronger, I want to avenge my clan, my entire clan was wiped out by the Demon Race, I'm the only one left."
But seeing the barrier before him, which kept him outside, he had to wipe his tears away, and with a forlorn figure, walked towards the distant city.
