Hearing Fang Xiaocao's words, Old Cao's expression suddenly darkened.
"You'd better not think about failing."
"The price of failure is that we will remain trapped in the time loop."
"Until one day, we succeed."
"That will be a long wait, decades, even hundreds of years."
"During this long wait, we will become our predecessors."
"Until we reach the end of our lives, still serving this cause."
"In this process, you may become Hot Noodles, or even me."
"You might even become the distant future version of Fang Xiaocao."
"Watching one past self after another fall at Zuo Ci's feet."
"Including yourself."
"This is not the most painful thing, but rather a kind of relief."
"The most painful thing is watching, until your life ends, one past self after another, falling to Zuo Ci, unable to do anything about him, finally dying in despair. That is the most painful."
Old Cao's expression was extremely solemn, and between her words, cold killing intent occasionally seeped through.
