The game was complete.
Tong Guan knew that the moment he stepped into the Clock Shop, he had been doomed to lose any chance of changing this game's ending.
In the Judgment Ghost and Mo Jialin's plan, everything that followed had unfolded along a traceable course, step by step.
Thus, revealing the truth to Tong Guan was the final link in the entire game.
Now, once the White Candle's countdown ended, Mo Jialin would cease to serve as the game's guide, and Tong Guan would take his place. At that point, the game would take its final shape—and end.
The final five seconds.
Detail after detail... everything involving the Judgment Ghost, Mo Jialin, Tong Guan, and Li Guanqi surfaced in his mind.
Once the fog surrounding the judgment game cleared, its ending was suffocating despair.
The situation was already beyond saving. The planning behind the entire game was virtually flawless, impossible to unravel from any angle.
Unless Tong Guan could use the White Candle a second time, alter the past timeline, and merge Li Guanqi's perspective with his own, placing his hopes in Li Guanqi rewriting everything from outside.
But that was impossible now, because Tong Guan expected to lose his freedom the instant the countdown ended.
And with his soul currently inhabiting another body, he could do nothing of his own accord.
There was simply no chance to carry out his plan of using the White Candle to rewrite everything.
Tong Guan's thoughts ran deep. He silently felt the sin of greed brought on by Wang Xian, waiting for the final countdown to run out.
Yet he still had not given up. His mind raced, sifting through every aspect of the judgment game and every role within it.
Finally, with only two seconds left, he seized upon a crucial