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Ironclad watched excitedly as his doppelgänger defeated the Awakener. Suddenly, the doppelgänger collapsed in agony on the Awakener's corpse, filling Ironclad's heart with confusion and concern. He could feel the pain of his doppelgänger; each groan pierced his heart like a knife. He couldn't understand why, just moments ago, his doppelgänger had been so fierce, and now it was writhing in pain.
The doppelgänger clutched its chest, a twisted expression of suffering on its face. With its other hand, it pressed a sword against the ground, trying to support itself to stand up, but its body refused to obey. Each attempt to rise ended in failure. Clearly, some unknown force was eroding its body, causing unprecedented agony.
Ironclad anxiously watched, wanting to reach out and help, but in this space, he was unable to take any action. He could only helplessly observe his doppelgänger struggling on the ground, with anxiety and worry in his heart raging like a fierce fire, unable to be quelled.
The doppelgänger's eyes were also filled with confusion and panic. He gritted his teeth, trying to find the cause of the discomfort in his body, but found nothing. All he could feel was a strange force churning within him, causing every cell to scream in agony.
Time seemed to slow down at that moment, each second feeling like torture. The clone's body gradually lost strength, and his vision began to blur. Eventually, he could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.
Ironclad rushed toward the scene, trying to see more clearly. At that moment, in the endless white space, more images suddenly emerged. Each image depicted Ironclad's clones engaged in fierce battles on the third floor of the tower. He saw his clones defeating various powerful enemies in different ways; however, without exception, they all collapsed in agony the moment they triumphed over their foes.
He saw one of his clones engaged in a fierce battle with a monster that had a huge donut-shaped body and an octahedral head. His clone used quick agility to continuously evade the monster's attacks and successfully chopped off its octahedral head. However, just as he triumphed, suddenly, his body seemed to lose strength and he fell to the ground in pain.
In another scene, he saw another clone fighting a time guardian wielding a clock. The time guardian's abilities caused the fabric of time and space to become chaotic, but his clone, relying on superb swordsmanship and strong will, finally succeeded in cutting the time guardian's clock, breaking the binds of time. However, at the moment of victory, his body also suddenly became unable to move and he fell in agony.
Every scene, every moment of triumph, seemed to be erased by the sudden pain and loss that followed. No matter how hard the clones tried, they ultimately faced the same fate. In the moment of victory, they all suddenly felt an unbearable pain and then lost consciousness.
Ironclad stood there, watching these heartbreaking scenes, filled with contradictions and helplessness. He did not understand why every victory seemed to come at such a great cost. Was what his clones experienced also his future fate? Every brave and persistent version of himself ultimately could not escape such a tragic ending.
In the white space, Ironclad felt an unprecedented sense of oppression and chaos. Each fallen clone was like a blood-soaked mirror, reflecting his helplessness and despair in this endless cycle. Every brave struggle, every fierce battle, seemed to end in such helplessness and tragedy. He looked at these versions of himself that had once triumphed over powerful enemies but ultimately lay defeated on the ground, and the pain in his heart was beyond words.
He did not know the truth of the Tower, nor did he understand the meaning behind each climb. All he knew was that every challenge against the Tower made him feel both the hope of life and the inevitability of death. He had no idea how long he had been struggling in this cycle, nor how much longer he could endure.
He held his head, feeling the turmoil and confusion inside his mind. Countless images of himself flashed before his eyes, each one representing his past efforts and struggles. He didn't know how many times he had experienced life and death, nor did he know if he still had a chance to find the truth.
He felt that every effort, every struggle, seemed so insignificant and meaningless. He felt a newfound emptiness and fear, as well as an unprecedented sense of helplessness and contradiction.
In this white space, he seemed to see his soul being ruthlessly torn and tortured by the tower. He didn't know where the tower would end, nor did he know what his fate would be. He only knew that every time he fell, it was a pain and failure he couldn't escape.
On each screen, his doppelgängers were originally projected at different stages in the tower, but as they each fell, every image ended up stopping in front of a huge triangular puzzle. The entire triangular puzzle was empty, leaving only the outline of the triangle flashing in the white space.
Ironclad stood in front of the puzzle, staring at it blankly. This puzzle seemed to hold some special significance, but he couldn't recall what it was. He felt that it was closely related to unraveling The Mystery of the Tower, yet the specific clues were as elusive as mist, slipping through his fingers.
His heart was filled with confusion and anxiety. Each dull panel seemed to remind him of the countless efforts and struggles that ultimately felt so empty and meaningless. He felt as if he were trapped in an inescapable dream, where each awakening only led him into another deeper dream.
His hand accidentally touched the corner of the puzzle, and the cold sensation made him shiver involuntarily. He felt that the puzzle seemed to possess some mysterious power, but he couldn't unravel its enigmatic veil.
His eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment. He didn't know what to do or how to find a way to solve the mystery of the tower. He could only stare at the empty puzzle, filled with endless doubt and anticipation.
He hopes to find a way to solve the mysterious puzzle, and also hopes to uncover the mystery of tower. But for now, everything is still so unclear, making him feel like he's walking on an endless path of fog, with each step filled with unknowns and dangers.
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