The three of them stared at each other, struggling to process the bizarre scenario unfolding before them. Exactly what was going on here? The attackers who had eliminated them in the previous timeline turned out to be their very own selves? And the reason for this enmity stemmed from the brutal death they had suffered before? But the one who had started it first was— no, stop thinking, Jin Jiuchi! You were not suited to use your brain. Ever!
Jin Jiuchi held his throbbing head as though it was going to fall off his neck. The urge to simply lie down on the floor, screw everything and sleep was particularly strong right now, and he had to lean against the door behind him so that he did not crumple like a wet tissue paper right here and now. "Wow, I just killed Nian'er and myself…" he let out a mirthless huff, shaking his head. "The previous Cycles have been fun and interesting, but this one… this isn't not funny at all. I don't want to kill Nian'er with my own hands…"
