Reality: a temple in an unknown province or city.

The moon is bright, the stars are sparse, and frogs are croaking and insects are chirping.

When the alarm clock on the altar rang on the hour, Jiang Chi, who was sitting on the mat, suddenly opened his eyes.

He leaned forward and lowered his head, breathing heavily, the horror in his eyes remained lingering, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat as if he had been fished out of the water. His head felt as if it was pierced by countless silver needles and his headache was splitting.

“It hurts…”

He rolled to the ground holding his head, his consciousness and memory becoming fragmented and hazy. The scene of Cheng Shi curling his lips kept playing in his mind, but as time went by, the other person's image suddenly changed.

Cheng Shi stopped smiling and instead looked serious.

Jiang Chi vaguely remembered that the other party did hold his hand tightly, but the background did not seem to be the snowy city of Kanar. Where was this?

He was stunned for a moment.

Soon, the severe pain in his head gradually faded away, and Jiang Chi, covered in sweat, slowly sat up from the ground. He rubbed his face, woke up, and thought to himself: Could it be that the rage actually has the effect of tearing consciousness and confusing memory?

So scary!

He looked at his right hand which was hit by the thunder first. The horrible destructive power still made him feel frightened at this moment.

"Cheng Shi... Cheng Shi... What a Cheng Shi, what a destiny weaver!

How did he retain his memory in the battlefield of time?

The power of destiny?

But if it was fate that was at work, why had it never been exposed by its followers before?"

Jiang Chi was puzzled. This problem had no solution for him, because even if he racked his brains, he would never figure out that it was not the opposing "fate" that punctured the illusion of "time", but his benefactor, "time".

His benefactor stabbed him in the back.

Of course, the saddest thing is that time may not care about this.

But even so, Jiang Chi still wanted to be pious to Him, because this was his only source of power.

“No! No!!!”

Jiang Chi pounded the ground unwillingly, thinking that once Cheng Shi told this to others, his secret of gaining points would be exposed, and no one would believe that he was a Pointer Knight anymore. They would only know that he was a Time Walker who could reverse the situation by resetting time!

And once everyone is on guard against him...

Then this combat system that has been built for several months will be completely ruined!

No one will be afraid of a time walker who has no mage talent, because when others know that you are a time walker, you will never have the opportunity to start your own time battlefield at an hour without disputes!

This is far more painful than killing him. At least the dead will not be in despair.

"No, we have to find a way. Our only way to revive has been used up. We must find a way to make up for it as soon as possible before this matter is exposed!"

...

Reality, unknown space.

The fear is still building.

For a remnant soul that can use fear to revive, the concentration of fear in this space has obviously reached the standard. It can even be said that it is dense enough to be reborn ten times.

But recovery has yet to happen.

Because there seems to be an invisible rule in this space that is preventing any life from reviving itself. It feels like a person who worships fear has encountered the mother tree of fear that absorbs the fear of the universe. Even if this fear is flowing like the sea under his feet, outsiders can only watch and cannot fight for it. All the fear flows to Him.

This is a trap!

The believer of [Destiny] set a trap with a ring that was perfectly suited to fear!

Once you step in, getting out becomes a luxury.

The remnant soul was in despair, so...

The fear is still building.

...

In reality, in a basement in an unknown province or city.

Nangong slowly opened her eyes. A trace of confusion flashed across her eyes at first, and then a slight fear gradually rose in her eyes.

She is afraid!

She was afraid that everything she had just experienced was just a dream. She was afraid that [decay] had not yet left her, and [the gift of wounds] was still lying in her personal space, "crying for food."

She sat on the ground and didn't dare to move. She turned her neck stiffly twice. When she no longer felt the pain of the scar rubbing against her collar, her eyes suddenly lit up brightly.

Nangong moved. She stood up suddenly and rolled up her sleeves. When she saw that her arms were as flawless as in the trial, tears instantly fell down her chin.

I cried with joy, and cried again with joy.

Her head was buzzing with excitement and her heartbeat was getting faster and faster. She took off her long gown and long pants, and kept turning around and looking at her body, touching and pinching it, until her limbs turned red and she was finally sure that this was not a dream.

She really escaped from that eternal nightmare!

"Mirror! Mirror!"

Nangong shouted excitedly, wanting to see what she looked like now, but when she rushed into the compartment, she remembered that all the mirrors in the basement that could reflect her had been... thrown away by her.

Nangong's smile froze on her face instantly, but she was not depressed. Instead, a hope rose in her heart.

She had never been so eager to take part in a trial before, and the content of this trial, funny enough, was for a mirror.

When she thought of this, she laughed again. She fell to the ground, slapped her cheeks and muttered:

"You are crazy, Nangong, you have only escaped from the current suffering, but the road ahead... is still difficult.

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