Green vines clung to the geometrically shaped window, dotted with a few vivid wild roses. Their fragrance drifted through the gaps. There was no moon outside, and the darkness was terrifying. Only the candlelight and kerosene lamplight spilling out from the room revealed the shapes of the roses.
Beiwei closed the window, turned around, and said coldly, "You're lying."
They, too, were seated around a long table. Ying Lin was leafing through the "Bible" on the table, Yue Xiamo was whittling a wooden stick with her dagger, Lü Yating was blowing on a bowl of hot porridge, and Huang Sixin sat helplessly in a corner, staring blankly at a candle. At those words, they stopped what they were doing and looked up.
Zeng Huan said calmly, "I'm not lying. I made a deal with Wei Yanchi. He made me the last player to loop back."
Yue Xiamo put down the stick. "Which loop is this?"
"It should be the second loop. I have my memories of the first loop. It wasn't until the last day that the instance system brought us men and women together and had us reveal the biggest conspiracy in this Monastery."
Beiwei frowned, her eyes filled with confusion. "How are we supposed to believe you? And what was this deal you made?"
Ying Lin tilted her head as well, expressing her confusion. "You're the one who looped back? Then what happened to Mr. 39 at the end?"
"Can I answer your questions one at a time?" Zeng Huan said helplessly. "Of course I can prove I'm a Regressor."
She looked at Lü Yating with a complicated expression. "I know something the others definitely don't. You're pregnant. Six months along."
Lü Yating set her porridge on the table.
Everyone froze.
Yue Xiamo was especially incredulous. She whipped