Chapter 1840

Through the persistent and unremitting efforts of Shinnosuke and Francesca, that huge switch finally began to turn slowly. Every single rotation proved exceptionally difficult, as if they were trying to break through layer after layer of heavy obstacles. Shinnosuke stood right beside the switch, his hands gripping the handle for dear life. His forehead was already covered in a fine layer of sweat, droplets that slid down his cheeks and vanished the instant they hit the ground. His little face was flushed crimson from exertion, looking just like a ripe apple, and even his breathing had grown hurried and ragged. Yet, despite all this, a steady flame of determination burned unceasingly within his eyes—a flame that resembled the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating the path ahead of him.