The more Pearl took on the pain, the more flexible his soul became. The more flexible his soul was, the easier it would be on his father to influence his soul through Soul Confluence.
And the easier it was for his father, the better his chances of survival.
That was really all the reason Pearl had to take on so much pain. Even when it was unbearable, he gritted his teeth and bore it.
The next batch of blood came, and with it agony beyond imagination. His body ached at every part. He felt as if his skin was on fire, his muscles being ripped string by string, his bones crushed to powder, all the while he was forced to feel everything a hundred times over.
Pearl thought he knew the meaning of unbearable before, but now he wondered if he knew anything at all. How could he have been so confident that he could take this pain? What gave him the audacity to think he could fight against this?
It would be so much better if he just—
