Revisit

I flopped onto my bed as soon as I got home.

It felt like all the strength had drained out of me.

No, more precisely, I'd had strength until just a moment ago, and then it vanished.

A new kind of power that had existed inside me until just a moment ago—faint, but undeniably there.

"My faith...."

The tiny, speck-sized faith I had gained the moment I entered the 36th floor.

I had used up every last bit of that precious point.

The more I thought about it, the more my stomach burned.

Of course, thanks to that, I had actually managed to clear the floor.

But it was an absurdly inefficient way to do it...