Maybe Gods Are Just Unlucky Souls Trapped in a Certain Span of Time, Repeating the Same Cycle Forever [Three Updates Combined]

At that thought, Huo Jiu rose without a word and left, instructing Old Zhang to drive him to the outskirts.

He had to confirm something.

Being dragged out to the suburbs by the new young master first thing in the morning had clearly put Old Zhang in a bad mood. He hadn't even had time to eat breakfast.

Watching Huo Jiu in the back seat through the rearview mirror, Old Zhang wanted to say something. He hesitated, but in the end, said nothing.

For some reason, he now felt a little afraid to be alone with Huo Jiu.

He was obviously just a good-for-nothing little burden. Why was Old Zhang afraid of him?

Old Zhang was puzzled.

Huo Jiu stared fixedly out the car window, silently calculating the time and distance.

The instant the car crossed the edge of the city, Huo Jiu distinctly heard a "click" by his ear. His vision blurred.

The world fell silent for an unknown number of seconds. Once again, Huo Jiu found himself back at Su Estate. He glanced at his phone.

It was a few minutes earlier than the last time he'd reloaded, yet somehow a few seconds later than the time before that.

Huo Jiu frowned. The questions in his mind were piling up.

He ate breakfast without showing anything, then returned to his room. Taking out a sheet of paper, he began analyzing the situation.

Huo Jiu wrote Diwu Ling's name on the paper, then wrote "four minutes and seventeen seconds" beneath it—the difference between the two reloads.

As for the exact times of the earlier reloads, Huo Jiu couldn't remember. He hadn't checked his phone right away every time.

With the same old plot and an endless, eternal cycle, who would pay attention every day to a meaningless time?

But