The five-person team distributing food to the poor included three veteran players: Wei Yanchi, Zhuoerte, and Gui Ji, a plump monk with a round head and face. The two new players accompanying them were a young couple, with the girl clearly the stronger of the two.
The girl, Zeng Huan, stood 179 centimeters tall. Dressed in a tank top, with sleekly defined muscles, she calmly and eagerly took on most of the food distribution work while trying to find clues.
The boy, Zhao Junhao, stood 174 centimeters tall. He was quiet and delicate-featured, and seemed to have little initiative of his own, simply following Zeng Huan around and helping wherever he could.
Both were rather taciturn and rarely spoke, with an honest, hardworking air about them.
Distributing food was not particularly demanding, and with the two newcomers enthusiastically doing the work, the three veterans had plenty of time to talk.
Naturally, they had also guessed what was going on with the first loop and the second loop.
Zhuoerte dispensed with the pleasantries and asked outright, "Master Wei, this loop is testing the players' trust in one another, right? You're the Regressor, aren't you? How many clues do you have now?"
Wei Yanchi fingered the cross hanging against his chest and chuckled softly. "You really do have faith in my abilities, Zhuoerte."
Gui Ji rolled a string of prayer beads in his hand. He was no longer young, bald, with a somewhat kindly face. Speaking with his eyes closed, he said, "What veteran hasn't heard of you? If anyone can really survive until the fourteenth day, I'd put a bet on you."
"Then thank you all for your trust..."
Wei Yanchi raised his eyes to the fog surrounding them. Hearing those familiar words, complicated emotions stirred in his eyes, and the