The Truth Is Only One

The night was deep, and Centralia Town, shrouded in toxic fog, was deathly silent; only near the mine could the sound of the Underground Fire burning fiercely be heard.

With a few minutes left until midnight, Richard appeared inside his own home in the town.

The two-story building was charred black by a great fire, its roof collapsed, walls cracked, and the living room littered with the remnants of unburnt furniture.

Richard stood amidst the ruins, his arms subconsciously wrapped around himself, staring blankly in a certain direction as if lost in a daze.

Why? Why is that guy able to find me?!

Richard muttered in confusion, his voice carrying a tremor he could not suppress.

Dulu and his group of Investigators had been hunting Richard for half a century, and many Investigators had fallen into despair due to the endless, repetitive future.

And how could Richard himself not feel numb?

Playing cat and mouse with Dulu and the others—no matter how fun the game was, playing it for half a century would eventually lead to deep boredom.

The appearance of Fang Cheng and Isis had brought a new change to this seemingly endless cycle.

Yet, this was not a change Richard was happy to see.

Although he hoped in his heart to be rid of this endless cycle, he did not want the price to be the complete liberation of Centralia Town; otherwise, his persistence for so many years would have been meaningless.

He had originally thought that by relying on his ability to traverse space, he could force Fang Cheng and Isis to retreat.

Who would have thought that after a few rounds, Fang Cheng would be able to accurately locate him?

Richard's sense of security was shattered in an instant, and he fell into unprecedented panic.

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