Wen Sheng remained silent, his face livid, yet he did not utter a word.
He merely pressed the pocket watch within his soul again and again, accelerating the cycle and reloading once more.
Even as victory gradually receded into the distance, even as the future that remained grew bleak and desolate, he still showed no hesitation or indecision. He would never give up.
His soul at this moment had been forged from obsession. Crossing life and death was nothing to it, so how could he possibly stop beneath such a trivial disadvantage?!
Even now, he had no thought of giving up. There was not even the faintest trace of slackness or contempt—again and again, once more, and yet again.
Since the cycle no longer held any meaning, then let this emptiness continue for eternity!
Even if the entire Dreamland had become a prison cage, was there not someone to suffer through the torment alongside him?
Even if he could not win, so what?
A single dream was boundless. Since he had been born here, what did it matter if he died here too?
"Then struggle to your heart's content, Ji Jue."
There was no longer any light in that stern, cold face. Within that shocking emptiness remained only unwavering obsession and resolve:
"I can drag this out with you. Drag it out again. Drag it out forever!"
Snap!
All phenomena restarted, and the cycle updated!
The torment of despair had no end. It would continue forever!
"No, you won't need 'forever.'"
Ji Jue's soft sigh rang out, as though after crossing endless torment, he had finally glimpsed the finish line upon the horizon. "The facts prove that dealing with you only took one hundred ninety-four—no, one hundred ninety cycles..."
One hundred ninety cycles and repetitions.
What the soul within the