Villain: After I died, all the heroines cried themselves to sleep.

Chapter 201 Let's Stop

"Welcome back, teacher."

Same recipe, same familiar taste.

Rhodes stared at Ange in front of him, knowing that he had begun a new cycle.

How many times has this cycle happened?

Rod thought to himself.

I can't remember anymore.

A jumbled, blurry image flashed through my mind.

Accompanied by all sorts of negative emotions that gnaw at your bones.

The final image is frozen on that night, where he and the Empress witnessed the destruction of the world.

Rhodes looked at Ange, who was greeting him.

Remaining silent.

Start repeating everything that happened before.

He was locked in the basement by Anjie, had dinner with her, listened to her plead with him to stay, and talked to her about old times.

The difference lies in...

This time, Rhodes chose to stay.

It was as if they had resigned themselves to their fate.

"Let's do as you say, we'll stay here for a hundred days."

"teacher?"

Ange was very surprised.

But this surprise was quickly replaced by pleasure.

"Teacher, have you finally figured it out? We should spend these 100 days together like this."

Ange hugged Rod's arm tightly.

Like heavy shackles, they bound Rhodes tightly to himself.

So, Rod put down all his burdens and began living with Ange in the underground research lab.

The laboratory is not large, but it is fully equipped.

Rhodes spends most of his days in the research lab, conducting research on the techniques he has memorized.

Anjie was by his side almost every moment.

inseparable.

Her face was always beaming with a happy smile.

This is a little world that belongs only to the two of them.

We ate together, slept together, did research together, and chatted about everyday things...

Everything outside the research room was no longer related to them.

The days passed by.

The ninety-ninth day arrived quickly.

Light snow began to fall from the sky.

On this winter snow festival night, Rhodes and Ange left the research lab.

They trudged through the snow to a nearby hilltop.

The two sat side by side on a bench under a tree, gazing at the white world before them.

Anjie exhaled a breath of warm air and reached out to catch the snowflakes drifting down from the sky.

"It feels like the whole world has turned into just the two of us..."

She leaned on Rod's shoulder and whispered.

Then he raised his head, gazed at Rhodes, and wore a faint smile.

"I wish this moment could last forever, without having to care about anyone else, just the two of us together would be enough."

For Anjie, this period of life felt like a dream.

Although most of the time it is a repetitive and mundane daily routine.

But it is precisely this ordinariness and commonality that makes it possible.

It made her deeply involved.

Unable to extricate oneself.

"..."

Rod listened to Ange's whispers in his ear.

After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke.

"The course of the world is independent of human will. We cannot remain forever immersed in the nostalgia for the past. We must eventually break free from our constraints and move towards the future."

As he spoke, Rod turned to look at Ange.

He saw the happiness and joy that Anjie could not express, like a little girl having a beautiful dream she didn't want to wake up from.

No one who saw her would likely want to wake her from her dream.

However, Rhodes still made up his mind and did it.

We have no choice but to do it.

"Stop, Ange."

Rod said seriously.

Anjie was taken aback by what she heard, her eyes filled with doubt.

"Teacher, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"You've been using time travel all along, haven't you? In fact, this isn't the first time we've sat here."

Rod calmly uttered a startling statement.

Like throwing a stone into the water, creating ripples.

"..."

Anjie's smile froze.

But soon, she forced a smile again.

"Teacher, why are you saying such nonsensical things? Tonight is the Winter Snow Festival; wouldn't it be better for us to enjoy this rare moment of happiness and tranquility together?"

"And then let everything go back to square one?"

Rhodes countered with a question.

"..."

Anjie remained silent.

"Stop acting, Ange."

Rod said, enunciating each word clearly.

"I know that this world is constantly in a time loop, and I know that the root cause of all this is you."

This is not a doubt.

It is certain.

"Your [Time Reversal] cannot directly affect the soul, which is why you cannot resurrect the dead."

"Therefore, with each time cycle, because the soul cannot go back, we gradually accumulate mental fatigue and cannot eradicate the deep impressions left in the soul, resulting in a sense of déjà vu."

"The decisive evidence is the incantation in the basement. It's not a resurrection spell to bring the dead back to life; it's actually a complex spell involving time, space, and memory."

"I recall that the Advent Society once used a similar but degraded technique to create a cyclical spacetime barrier."

"Thinking about it this way, you are the creator of this technique."

By the end, Rod's voice was firm and resonant.

As research into soul techniques deepens, images that have been dormant within the soul are gradually resurfacing.

Ultimately, they pieced together an overlapping memory.

By comparing these repeated segments, it is not difficult to see.

Ange knew about the time loop from the beginning, and even during her nightly conversations with Rhodes, they would talk about different past events.

She always firmly believed that Rhodes would eventually return to her side.

"..."

After listening to Rod's analysis, Ange...

He chuckled to himself.

"Teacher, you're wrong. That was indeed a resurrection spell, but I used it to rewind time."

She shook her head, then curled the corners of her mouth into a dark and eerie smile.

"But so what? As long as you, teacher, are by my side, I can accept it even if it has to be repeated countless times."

"Haven't I said it many times? It's all the teacher's fault for leaving me without permission before, so I had no choice but to take this drastic measure to keep the teacher by my side."

"If there were no teachers, what would be the point of this world, no matter what it is?"

"Teacher... Rod... let's maintain this everlasting happiness together..."

"Whatever your request, I will definitely fulfill it..."

A sickly blush appeared on Anjie's face.

It was clearly the shyness of a cute and alluring young girl, yet it made one feel as if they were in an abyss of icy cold.

It was as if shrouded in a thick, heavy terror, making even the soul tremble.

"..."

Rod realized he had made a mistake.

He always thought that the Empress was the most difficult to deal with, and that Ange was just a bit of a yandere.

It now appears that Anjie was the one who was most seriously ill, but the other party cleverly concealed it.

She could even turn the world into a prison, trapping Rhodes in an endless hundred-day cycle, just to keep him by her side.

Is this something a human being would do?

"Teacher, what are you still persisting in?"

Ange stretched out her arms, wrapped them around Rhodes' neck, and brought her lips close to Rhodes' ear, gently blowing air into his ear.

It faintly exudes a sweet aroma.

"I know very well that you cherish me, teacher, and don't reject my closeness. As long as this cycle continues, we can be together forever, never to be separated again..."

Rod turned to look at Ange.

Those moist eyes, soft red lips, and delicately flushed, pretty face were so close.

He could clearly smell the faint fragrance emanating from Anjie.

Ange, standing before him, was like a charming young girl in love, pouring out her love to Rod and wanting to keep him by her side forever.

It makes one wonder if it was a hallucination before death.

but.

Rod was not deceived by Ange's appearance.

Despite how well it was hidden, he still managed to catch a faint glimmer of gloom in An Jie's eyes.

Why give up on yourself?

Rod stared intently at Ange, his face solemn.

"You are in despair, you are in fear. Ange, what are you afraid of? The destruction of the world?"

"..."