บท 591: Have hope for the future

Three hundred years ago, or perhaps even earlier, these events unfolded. 

Afterskin's life had been nothing short of a tragedy. He always looked like a homeless wanderer, perpetually battered by misfortune. 

Even after isolating himself in desolate, uninhabited areas to avoid bringing bad luck to others, calamities continued to find him. 

Eventually, Afterskin decided to starve himself to death in the wilderness. 

But just as he was on the brink of death, a tower descended from the heavens. 

The Tower of Truth. 

Afterskin's pupils reflected despair as he stared at the towering structure. 

They've come. 

He knew that even if he killed himself, it wouldn't stop the Tower of Truth from descending. 

Besides, Afterskin couldn't die—not by his own hand. 

The Apocalypse wouldn't allow it. 

If the Supreme Demon God could send Afterskin to Earth, it meant they had the coordinates of humanity's last refuge.