Xu Xingcheng's 108 Love Game

Slaughter swayed a few times, nearly missing a step on the stairs.

He looked like Xiao Bai, all frail and delicate, though there was no wind here—only endless darkness.

It took him several sways to steady himself. Gu Mian's blunt words had clearly dealt another blow to his heart.

"Right... That's it. When I saw that statue and realized the world had been resetting, I figured it out. He didn't drop out halfway through. I think he succeeded countless times, only to be destroyed countless times. No matter how many times he tried, the world could destroy everything he'd done in the blink of an eye..."

The Evil God's memories probably didn't disappear when the world reset. Otherwise, he'd still be a hero with happy dreams, wasting his time on naïve, futile efforts to overthrow the Upper Class and create a beautiful paradise.

The memories that survived each reset were like a sharp blade dangling over his head. He was constantly worried and afraid that all his efforts would turn to foam at any moment.

It was just like a romance game with no save function. The player would finally raise their chosen character's affection to ninety-nine after countless trials and tribulations, one step away from a sweet ending—only for the game to glitch and start over.

That alone was enough to drive anyone crazy.

And the Evil God's "game glitches" hadn't happened just once. There may have been over a hundred of them.

Throughout those hundreds of loops, he'd spent every day on tenterhooks, afraid the world would suddenly reset and everything he'd done would vanish like a bubble.

Gu Mian could even imagine what the other man had gone through.

The first time, the Evil God had led everyone through countless trials, defeated the enemies played by his