Bracelet of Cycles

"Manager Fang? What are you spacing out for? Let's go."

A voice came from far away, resounding in his mind, as though it had stepped from illusion into reality.

Clyde looked at the man before him and cautiously took half a step back, suspicion mixed with vigilance.

This scene had never changed.

It took Fang Shenyan a full half minute to recover this time. When he looked at Clyde, he found that the man's expression was exactly the same as it had been during the second cycle.

Death had struck in the second cycle, and yet he had been completely powerless to resist it.

Even though he had used the White-faced Ghost Mask at the first possible moment, it had been utterly ineffective.

Even his head had inexplicably gone missing.

Fang Shenyan had been in the Seventh Branch for a very, very long time. He had taken part in many missions and lived through countless dangers.

Yet never before had any ghost killed him so easily.

This was the first time.

"Something's wrong!"

Fang Shenyan immersed himself in everything that had happened before, piecing it together further until he finally realized where the problem lay.

Everything before him was not an ordinary cycle of time and space, but an entirely new third kind:

Individual Cycle.

The only person trapped in the cycle was Fang Shenyan himself.

Clyde, standing before him, could be called a prop. He did not truly exist, merely serving as an embellishment within the cycle.

If the cycle were viewed as a program running endlessly, then this program had only been imposed upon Fang Shenyan as an individual.

This was a new kind of cycle, different from the reincarnation of a Space-Time Barrier.

Then Clyde, outside the cycle on the Tenth Floor, should have been experiencing something