"Happy birthday to you..."
"Happy birthday to you..."
No. 52 covered her ears, trying her best not to listen to the happy birthday song playing from the cheap lotus lantern.
At this moment, he's like a child celebrating his birthday; everyone indulges him on this day, and he won't be scolded even if he causes trouble, until the birthday ends and the backlash begins...
The flurry of peach blossoms avoided No. 52, and the momentum of their attack suddenly slowed down.
The peach trees outside the room formed a grove, their roots entangling and sealing off the ground beneath.
The only way out is to go upwards and escape through the air.
However, at this moment, Hu Jiu, whose stance was unclear, was hanging upside down in the air.
His presence was like an invisible glass bowl, trapping everyone present.
No. 13 was soon forced to show himself, still maintaining a calm and composed demeanor. Countless peach blossoms rushed towards him, but none could truly get close.
"Mr. Hu, are you in cahoots with this Ghost Peach Blossom?" No. 13 asked, looking up.
Hu Jiu didn't answer, but instead asked, "Your behavior doesn't seem like you're here to work seriously. Do you have some other plans?"
He had only asked casually, but to his surprise, No. 13 answered very seriously, "I am Executor No. 13. My original plan was to fake my death during this mission and escape the Time Management Bureau. I have no conflict with Mr. Hu."
(⊙o⊙) Huh?
No. 52, who was being tormented by the Underworld's Pleasure Song, stared wide-eyed. He was the one who planned to fake his death, so how did it become No. 13?!
However, he did not expose it to his face, and even kept his face calm throughout, without revealing the slightest change in emotion.
Of everyone present, he was the weakest, so he dared not act recklessly.
Hu Jiu asked with a curious look, "Is the treatment at the Time Management Bureau really that bad? Even Executor with a high number like you wants to switch jobs?"
At this moment, the myriad peach blossoms ceased their attack, seemingly also quite interested in the inside gossip.
No. 13 gave a wry smile, "Judging from Mr. Hu's expression, he must have heard of the 'Time Management Bureau.' If not, that's alright, I can explain."
Simply put, for some reason, this world keeps restarting in a loop at certain points in time, and the switch to restart is in the hands of the Time Management Bureau.
"Having mastered Fierce Ghost capable of manipulating time is the prerequisite for joining the Administration. From then on, one can maintain their memories and status in a loop without being refreshed, and enjoy countless resources."
"But this doesn't come without a price. One of the costs is the Executor's real name. Some strange Supernatural power uses the real name as a medium to bind all Executor. As the number of cycles increases, the Executor will gradually lose their names."
"I'm fed up with the numbness of endlessly looping through the old days, and the future seems endless."
No. 52 then interjected, asking, "Have you found a way to get your real name back?"
No. 13 shook his head. "I don't know, but I think we should run first. Constantly Rollback time to the past also comes at a price. Although I don't know what the price is, my intuition tells me that the Time Management Bureau is about to collapse and go completely overboard."
No. 52 frowned slightly. The birthday song from the cheap lotus lantern was still playing, and the tone was getting weirder and weirder, turning into horror music.
He hadn't completely forgotten his name, and he also noticed that the frequency and ferocity of the World-Ending Level Fierce Ghosts appearing in the cycle were increasing.
Perhaps this is the price to pay for Rollback the startup time?