A dizziness struck me, and I fell to the ground.

Still in this shopping mall, the lights were still on, and people were bustling around as if no tragedy had ever happened. I stood there feeling bewildered.

I walked towards the emergency exit based on memory.

Strangely, as I was about to push the door, my hand went through it, making me feel like a ghost in a TV drama.

A piercing curse came from inside, and I walked in directly.

Inside was a tall and thin man who snatched the phone from a girl beside him, "You, how many men have you slept with behind my back?"

"None, I didn't, really."

"Then why was there a guy calling you just now?"

"Telemarketing call."

"I don't believe you, you promiscuous woman. I work hard to support you, and this is how you repay me? Watch me beat you to death today."

Because the music in the mall was loud and crowded, and no one would use the stairs, he blocked the door of the fire escape and started beating the girl wildly.

I approached them, but it seemed like they couldn't see me.

The woman's hair was disheveled, covering her face, but suddenly, her eyes stared straight at me. It was me.

I remembered.

That day he beat me until my internal organs bled, and I realized something was wrong only when I spat blood, but it was too late. I had lost my breath.

He saw me dead but was still unsatisfied. He casually picked up a hemp rope nearby, tied me up, and put me in a kneeling position, saying he was going to judge me.

It was ridiculous; he had been acting, pretending to be an ancient official, and I was sentenced to death.

Due to him only having a small fruit knife, he slowly cut along the back of my neck.

Until all the muscles on the back of my neck were cut, and my head uncontrollably hung down to my chest.

Finally, he took out a lighter he carried and set my body on fire before leaving the place.

It wasn't until smoke billowed from that door and firefighters arrived that they found me.

Since this was a blind spot for surveillance and all identifying items were gone from my body, and my face was unrecognizable, not to mention the killer, even my identity could not be confirmed.

Although the basement was closed off, he couldn't control himself and wanted to admire his masterpiece.

He successfully applied for the security guard position and got the key to that passageway, often sitting in the position where my body had been displayed, staying overnight until dawn.

That morning, he overslept and rushed out without locking the door. And that day, by chance, a child pushed open that door, and I finally had a chance to leave.

I couldn't harm people actively, but I could manipulate some objects in invisible places.

So, everything that followed was straightforward: a raging fire erupted, and with flames all over me, I trapped him in a restroom compartment.

Watching him terrified and crying, it was indeed satisfying.

I didn't kill him; I just left numerous marks on him, ensuring that for the rest of his life, he would face discrimination.

Waking up again, I found myself tied up, still in the same place, in the same posture, facing judgment.

"Chen Chu, do you think you can escape?"

A hoarse male voice sounded, it was him.

"Haha, after you trapped me in that place, burning my face and body like this, I can't let you go. You will die here over and over again. I can kill you once, I can kill you countless times."

He laughed, slicing my neck repeatedly until it was completely severed. Then he held my head and went to the basement.

Here, there were my corpses everywhere.

Shattered body parts, severed limbs, charred shells, eyes falling out.

If he wished, I could die in any way.

Reincarnation, zero, forever entering an endless loop.

Is it like this?

"This is the longest you've lived, but alas, still one move short."

My head moved slightly in his hands, trying hard to face him and gazing directly into his eyes.

He instantly threw my head away, "What's going on?"

"Hehe, no stairs, no nodding. These are the rules I set to control you."

All the corpses were part of me, and slowly, severed hands were inserted into those corpse fragments one by one.

Smiling faces intermingled with severed hands and legs, gradually forming a huge body of corpses.

"Don't come near, don't come near." He scrambled and rushed upstairs.

He was quite agile, navigating between the shops. However, catching rodents was something I excelled at.

In the end, it was in that restroom compartment that I surrounded him, fingers with cracked nails leaving blood marks on his body, open mouth biting into him, his stomach torn, organs spilling into the toilet. "How does it feel? Comfortable?"

My body embraced my head, standing outside the door, watching him in despair, and started laughing.

It was time to restore my body; after all, the next round was about to begin.

I put my head back on my neck, waved my hands, and everything returned to normal.

"Welcome." I stood at the receptionist's position, watching clueless people entering the mall.

Zero was among them.

The familiar sound of a vibrating phone rang out, the one now dictating the rules was me.