When Zenith died, the woman appeared before his dead body.

"A hundred years had passed. Did I finally break you?" the woman wondered to herself.

Anyone trapped in this kind of room wouldn't have lasted for months. They would have long since killed themselves by either biting their tongue or bashing their heads on the wall. Most people would rather do that than continue living in a white room indefinitely.

But unlike anyone else, Zenith didn't merely stay for a few months or years. He had lived for a full hundred years in this room. The woman was curious about the negative psychological effect this experience would have on his mind.

With that said, she brought him back to life and turned his body to normal.

"Wake up. How are you feeling?" the woman asked with a fake, concerned tone.

Upon hearing her voice, Zenith slowly opened his eyes, and for the first time in a hundred years, he saw the light.

Zenith wordlessly observed his surroundings. Although he had visualized many things in his mind for a long time, including this white room, seeing the real thing in front of him was much different than just visualization.

Here, everything seemed real and not just a mere byproduct of his imagination. It told him that he was no longer inside a dream but in reality.

The woman approached him with a smile before she affectionately caressed his cheeks. "It's been 100 years. How are you?"

Zenith settled his gaze on the woman. Her words made him think of a few things in his mind.

"A hundred years?" he asked curiously. "It didn't feel like it."

To him, it felt much longer than that. Without anything to base his time on, his circadian rhythm was off. As such, he had calculated that he had spent more than 200 years when he spent exactly just 100 years.

"It seems that I estimated wrongly," muttered Zenith thoughtfully.

The woman frowned at him. Before this white room torture, she made him experience more than a thousand gruesome deaths. The calm look on his face as he suffered those tortures made her feel uneasy. She thought she had gotten over it, but when she saw his nonchalant reaction at this very moment, she felt the uneasiness in her heart return.

"After spending that much time alone, are you still you?"

"What do you think?"

The frown on the woman's face deepened as her uneasiness grew. She concealed her true feelings before she spoke with a smile, "Since you can still talk to me like that, you shouldn't have any problems if I make you endure another 100 years of solitude, right?"

Zenith narrowed his eyes. "Go ahead."

The woman's smile faded as she gave Zenith a deep look.

"What's wrong? Go ahead and do it."

The way he said that so quickly and so directly, it was as though he welcomed it. He didn't fear her white room torture at all. Because of that, it made her feel like what she did to him was just a joke in his eyes.

It frustrated her.

"Why are you not doing anything?" Zenith asked with a cold tone. "Don't tell me you can't do it?"

He unnerved her.

"Even if you don't say anything, I know you can't do it. You've reached your limits."

"You..." Before she could speak any further, Zenith cut her off;

"Did you really believe that this room could break me?"

The woman paused as she focused her gaze on a pair of cerulean blue eyes. Seeing his eyes as indifferent and cold as ever, her entire body went cold.

Even after enduring a hundred years in solitude, Zenith hadn't changed at all. He was still the same person before this white room torture started.

After everything that he went through, how could he still keep his mind? Why did he not lose his sanity yet? Why wouldn't he break? Why was he still fine? How could he endure everything?

How could a mortal like him give a hard time to a god like her?

Many questions plagued her mind, yet, she couldn't come up with a single answer. This was the first time she had met a human like him.

He was an anomaly.

The woman unknowingly took a step back as fear crept into her heart.

"Did you think the long passage of time would change me?"

Facing that question, the woman took another step back.

"Did you think that I would fall into despair?"

Once again, the woman took another step back.

"Did you expect me to give up in this place?"

As she kept retreating, the woman's back touched the wall. She could no longer retreat to another step.

"And... did you truly believe that you've trapped me in this room?"

She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself before asking, "How can you still be fine after spending that much time in this room? How can you not lose yourself?"

No human nor god could've endured solitary confinement that long. It just wasn't possible. The mind shouldn't be able to withstand such torture. However, the proof was right in front of her. He did exactly just that— the impossible.

"Are you really a human?"

His body was that of a human— that was for certain. The same couldn't be said for his heart, however. Zenith's heart was much stronger than most gods she knew— which was inconceivable.

How could a human like him exist? It didn't make any sense, especially since he was merely a mortal! If it was a god that had done all of these things, she might be able to accept it. For a god, breaking the impossible wasn't really all that strange.

But the one standing before her...

"Are you a god?"

"I am a human," answered Zenith as the bindings on his body broke into pieces, taking the woman off guard.

...was a human.

"This...!"

The woman gritted her teeth and immediately used her ability to restrain him. She created another rope made from a highly durable material which wrapped around his body. Still, it was broken right away by Zenith.

"How can you break my bindings?!" she screamed out and conjured a hundred more bindings around him— all of which broke into pieces upon making contact with his body.

"That won't work anymore," said Zenith coldly. He slowly got up from a sitting posture before making a stride towards her with an indifferent look on his face.

The woman looked at him with both terror and rage. She kept trying to stop him with her abilities, but nothing was working. Chains wrapped around Zenith's body only to be broken with a single thought from him.

"Why?! Why isn't my powers affecting you?! What did you do?!"

With each step he made, the fear in her heart grew. At this moment, the woman finally realized what kind of creature she was dealing with.

He wasn't a mere human like he claimed he was, nor was he a god like she thought he was.

She was dealing with a monster.

Dozens of terrifying snakes crawled on Zenith's body and transformed into golden, unbreakable chains which connected to the ground. She was trying to prevent him from getting any closer to her.

Despite her best efforts, the results were still the same as ever. The golden chains were broken.

"It's no use."

"How are you doing this?!"

"I spent 30 years trying to figure out your abilities and another 10 years to break it. Your abilities—" as Zenith spoke, cracks appeared all over the room "—are now useless against me."

When he finished, the white room broke into several pieces like broken shards of glass, revealing the scenery outside, which was a boundless space.

"You spent 40 years? Does that mean you could've broken out long ago if you wanted to?" she asked as chills ran up her spine.

All along, she thought that she was torturing him in this place. She never thought that she had only given him enough time to analyze her and her abilities. As a result, the powers she used on him backfired on her.

"I don't believe it!" she yelled out as she tried to put him in another torture.

Zenith's surroundings warped. He was kneeling on top of a scaffold with a guillotine hanging right above his neck. Before the guillotine could drop, his surroundings shattered into broken glass pieces, returning him to his original position.

The woman stared at him in disbelief. She was about to put him in another illusion, but Zenith grabbed her by her neck before she could.

"Stop wasting your time," Zenith said with narrowed eyes. "You have already reached your limit. If you continue to use your powers any further, you will disappear. I can't have that happen."

The woman was using her soul to put him into illusions. It was only thanks to the immortal seed within her that she could replenish the part of her soul that she used. However, the immortal seed was already at its limit. If she forced herself and continued putting him into illusions, her immortal seed would die, and her soul would disperse.

He didn't really care whether she lived or died. However, she still had some use for him. He couldn't allow her to die before squeezing her dry of all her worth.

"If you do not wish to die, you will listen to me. Do you understand?"

The woman looked at him hatefully, but in the end, she reluctantly nodded. Zenith had her within his grasp, leaving her with no way to fight back. No matter how much she wanted to deny it, the result was staring her right in her face:

She had unequivocally lost while he had won.

There was nothing more she could do to turn things around.

After ensuring he got his point across, he released her and allowed her to breathe.

The woman coughed and desperately gasped for air while protectively touching her neck. After doing all that, she asked him with a hoarse voice, "You're not going to kill me?"

"Why should I? You still serve a purpose to me."

As much as he wanted to kill her, he couldn't really do that. Not at the moment.

She only lived because of his deal with Earth Duke, not because of mercy.

He first thought that Earth Duke was plotting against him and intended to have his body possessed by this woman. However, he realized that wasn't the case. Earth Duke's scheme was not that simple. It ran much deeper than that.

"I won't kill you, but it doesn't mean I won't make things difficult for you. After everything you made me go through, you shouldn't have any complaints if I make you suffer a little, right?"

The woman found herself inside an empty white room— the same room she had put Zenith before.

"How long can you last in this room, I wonder? 10 years? 100 years? 1,000 years? You are a god— perhaps, you can last for 10,000 or 100,000 years."

The woman looked at him with fear and resignation. "Who are you, really?"

"Does it matter who I am? I am nothing but a human," Zenith answered indifferently. "But as of this moment—"

"I am your god."

A god?

In the woman's eyes...

He was more like the devil.