"May I ask if you are travelers from another country?"
Yin Chao heard the same words once again. He looked up into the Nun's eyes, as tranquil as a lake.
"Yes," Moqi Xinsi replied.
They went through the same process and arrived at the same inn.
This time, Yin Chao got straight to the point and told them this was their third loop.
It seemed to be a knot that could never be untied.
The six of them could spend their entire lives trying and still never unravel those countless tangled threads.
Midnight said, "I believe you. I feel inexplicably exhausted right now. If the loop never stops, we'll eventually be worn down until we die."
The others nodded, indicating that they felt the same.
"Then what are we supposed to do? This curse came from a god, not the priest in this instance. We can't even deal with the priest, let alone a god!"
The high school student complained.
"As expected of an SS-rank instance," Moqi Xinsi said.
He looked as though he had found where he belonged, a strange light gleaming in his eyes.
"It would be my honor to die at the hands of a ghost monster under the Evil God's command. It's the wish... I've pursued all my life..."
"Only the strongest ghost monster, the rarest instance, deserves to be my burial ground."
The high school student stared at him in astonishment, as though looking at a madman. "This is just a game! You, from the Wanqi Guild-did a donkey kick you in the head? Who wants to die in a game?"
Moqi Xinsi ignored him, merely casting him a casual glance.
The other boy instantly straightened. His right hand slowly rose and slapped his own face.
It wasn't a particularly hard slap, but it was