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The prince, holding the black cat, walked back and forth between the rows of corpses, occasionally stopping to admire his
trophies.
“What are women thinking? True love? Haha, why are they always so amusing?
“Look at this No. 16, Blackwolf. Do you remember what she said before she died? She asked if I had ever truly loved her.
“Hahaha–that’s the funniest joke I’ve ever heard, stupid ignorant woman.”
The prince threw his head back and laughed, then pulled over one of the Cinderella corpses and lifted his head to kiss her bright red lips.
“Oh, my dear, of course I loved you!”
The prince kissed the corpse passionately, his breathing rapid. I watched, horrified, my stomach churning.
Just then, a mechanical, cold voice suddenly sounded in the room.
“Host, if you don’t get Cinderella’s true love’s kiss, you’ll be trapped here forever.“”
I stared wide–eyed, curiously looking towards the source of the voice.
The black cat crouched in the prince’s arms, its emerald green eyes staring at me eerily.
How strange–it seemed like that voice had come from the cat?
The prince suddenly stopped his actions and hit his own head hard.
“Shut up! What system, what true love task, I don’t want to hear it!
“So what if I’m trapped here forever? I love this game. I am the master of this world, and everyone must serve me. Get out, get out of my head!”
The prince, as if gone mad, talked to himself in the air, occasionally banging his head against the corpses, then hugging them again after a while.
I listened for a while and came up with a bold guess.
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I listened for a while and came up with a bold guess.
The prince was also a transmigrator.
And he was bound to a system. He had to truly fall in love with Cinderella to complete the task in this fairy tale world. But unexpectedly, this prince was a psychopath who tortured and killed the first Cinderella.
The world didn’t collapse but refreshed with a new Cinderella. This was what the queen meant by “It feels like people die, and new people are constantly being born.”
Except for the prince, everyone else was an NPC. They would keep refreshing even after death until a new Cinderella appeared to accompany the prince in completing this task.
So the Chancellor died, but the queen thought he was still alive, and those maids also believed the Chancellor was still around.
But there was one thing that didn’t make sense–why hadn’t the Chancellor refreshed?
I stood on tiptoe, feeling increasingly strained. My muscles began to tremble uncontrollably from exhaustion.
The prince was still going crazy nearby when suddenly the black cat broke free from his arms, let out a shrill cry, and pounced
towards me.
“Meow-”
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The black cat crashed heavily into my chest. I screamed and could no longer support myself, falling backward onto the ground.
