Slaughter's body swayed a few times, almost losing its footing on the stairs.
He seemed like a frail pretty boy, but here there was no wind, only boundless darkness.
He staggered several times before steadying himself, clearly shaken by Gu Mian's direct words.
"Yes… that's right. When I saw that statue and realized the world kept looping back, I understood. He never exited halfway; I think he succeeded countless times only to be destroyed again, no matter how hard he tried, the world could instantly obliterate everything he did…"
The Evil God's memories shouldn't disappear with each reset, otherwise he'd still be a hero clinging to happy delusions, doing naive, futile work, trying to overthrow Upper Class People and create a beautiful Paradise.
The memories preserved through repeated resets are like a sharp blade, constantly hanging over his head. He worries and fears that his efforts may turn into foam at any moment.
