How strong was I really?
I couldn't help but think.
Regardless of the amount of knowledge I had about the tower, the fact that I was still an ordinary human before all this was not going to change.
Perhaps the fact that I was able to remain composed and move forward was already impressive enough.
The fighting, magic, the tower, and all these new things were never part of my past.
However...
Even though this was currently my new reality, I found myself not hating it.
In fact, to a certain extent, I couldn't imagine myself leaving this world.
It was a weird feeling.
While I was resolute in my decision, a part of me couldn't help but question if I was suicidal.
My recent actions were actually evidence of this too.
Why was I doing this?
Was it just because I adored this world?
Because I wanted to test my limits?
Or to see the limits of this world?
Or see where my limit was?