If I did nothing, I would treat today like any other—pass three hours in complete ignorance, and then die.And in every loop, it would be the same: death after death, over and over, without ever realizing there was a monster right beside me.But this time… it had told me.Either the monster was unbearably stupid and found sick pleasure in watching me thrash in despair… Or it was required to tell me, in order to fulfill the conditions for killing me.Through countless loops, I had confirmed three truths:The death loop was real.The loop had a finite number of cycles.And the monster could take human form.But altering memories? That was a power I had never once witnessed.In the end, the loop itself erased my memory. With a mind wiped clean, what use was there in tampering with it further?That so-called ability was a deliberate lie, slipped in to cloud my judgment.The monster's real abilities numbered exactly three.And so did its death conditions:Anyone who learns all
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