Twisting fate—or forcing an ability meant for the future to point backward—meant the repeated life never unfolded the way he wanted.

As if mocking Caesar’s desperation, the future invented a new trial every time.

But even exhausted and hurting, he could not run away from that life. Even if he chose death and tried to quit, he returned to the same place. The more that happened, the stronger the guilt grew over trying to run from Jeheon Han, and nothing else changed.

Knowing that the more he touched things the more they tangled, Caesar still could not give up Jeheon, and so he kept doing the only thing left to him: die and come back.

…In that way, so many “one more time” piled up and up until the span became too long to count.

The child who once knew nothing of the world and was simple-hearted had, through too many cycles of failure, worn down into an adult rubbed raw. Alexander’s kind teachings no longer remained inside Caesar.

While he experienced...

Chapter 77

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