Zhe Zilin opened his eyes in a daze.
His head throbbed as if it would split open.
Everything before his eyes was slowly rewinding.
During this process, only his consciousness remained clear.
He stared at the constantly changing environment around him.
He truly could not think of any way to break the situation.
According to the direction in King, after Ed encountered the character Ailia, he basically went offline.
It was as if he had vanished from the world and never appeared in the subsequent plot again.
Thinking about it now, Ed had only two possible endings.
One was becoming Ailia’s special “doll.”
From then on he would lose himself and live inside the castle forever.
The other was having a bowl of magic potion poured down his throat every day until one day he could never wake up again.
The game regression system had only given him two chances.
That meant the opportunities to make mistakes were limited and pitifully few.
Ailia was also an extreme yandere.
She was sensitive and suspicious.
The moment she detected even the slightest abnormality, she would immediately pour the magic potion into his mouth.
This was what troubled Zhe Zilin the most.
In his previous life he had only been a shut-in.
He truly had no experience dealing with people.
He sighed.
He had originally thought a mediocre and ordinary life was beginning.
There would be a castle and a loli wife.
Every day they would farm and stick close to each other.
That kind of life would have been wonderful.
Yet in the end it had all become an illusion.
What gave him the biggest headache right now was how to stay alive.
The rewind was about to end.
Ailia’s voice once again reached his ears.
“Ed, it’s time to take your medicine.”
The short amount of time did not give Zhe Zilin any chance to formulate a complete plan.
At present, the only thing he could do was take one step at a time and adapt to the situation as it came.
Zhe Zilin opened his eyes.
He gradually felt his body and consciousness overlapping.
The mottled scene before him grew clearer and clearer.
What entered his sight was that youthful and cute face.
If one did not know Ailia, no one would believe that beneath such an innocent and pure face hid an extreme yandere.
“What’s wrong?”
Ailia sat on the edge of the bed and asked, “You’ve been staring at me this whole time. Did you remember something?”
Faced with the probe, Zhe Zilin did his utmost to keep his breathing steady and his expression natural.
He slightly furrowed his brows.
His face was full of confusion.
He asked, “You… who are you?”
Ailia stared straight into Zhe Zilin’s eyes.
After a long while, and after failing to discover any other unusual emotions, she resumed the movements in her hands.
She stirred the potion with a spoon.
“Don’t worry. I’ll tell you everything.”
She set the potion aside for the moment.
She picked up the prop she had prepared long ago.
It was a portrait of the two of them in an intimate pose.
“I am your wife, Ed.”
Zhe Zilin did not know how many times Ailia had already said this.
But he had to act as if he were hearing it for the first time.
“Really?”
Ailia smiled and nodded.
She began pouring memories of them being husband and wife into Zhe Zilin.
At the same time, she kept taking out props from the table beside her to prove how loving they had been in the past.
During the time the other party was spinning her story, Zhe Zilin had to treat her words as fact.
Only when he truly believed them could he prevent Ailia from noticing anything abnormal.
His expression shifted from doubt to half-belief, then finally to belief.
Although his acting was not top-tier, because he had been in a long coma, his facial muscles were stiff.
This actually made it so Ailia could not spot any flaws.
Ailia’s lips were pressed tightly together.
Her hands were trembling.
She was excited.
The magic potion had really worked!
“Can you still remember anything else?”
Her throat was shaking.
It was mixed with a trace of probing.
As soon as she finished speaking, Ailia stared impatiently at Zhe Zilin’s face.
She would not let even a single detail slip past her eyes.
Zhe Zilin shook his head thoughtfully.
His gaze became unfocused.
Ailia, who had still been somewhat suspicious of him earlier, now grew even more delighted.
It did not look like acting.
In other words, Ed had truly forgotten everything.
Now all she needed to do was create a brand-new world for him.
A world that belonged only to the two of them!
Ailia’s chest rose and fell violently.
She clearly had a loli’s figure, yet her development was abnormally full.
The straps of her dress were stretched so tight they looked ready to snap at any moment.
Zhe Zilin kept watching Ailia the entire time.
Seeing her excited appearance, he quietly let out a breath of relief.
Things had reached this point.
It was time to go all out on the acting.
He had to proceed step by step and make Ailia completely believe him.
“Ailia… my love, what’s wrong with you?”
Ailia froze.
She turned her head around in disbelief.
“What did you just call me?”
My love.
Such an intimate form of address.
She had fantasized about this moment countless days and nights.
Ailia’s eyes filled with hot tears.
A line of tears slid down from the corner of her eye.
Immediately afterward she broke into sobs.
That extreme possessiveness seemed to receive its first satisfaction at this moment.
Ailia suddenly began laughing again.
A sweet and cloying smile appeared on her face.
The rapid shift in emotions left Zhe Zilin completely at a loss.
He was stunned for quite a while.
Only when Ailia’s mood had calmed down slightly did he use all his strength to raise his hand.
He tried to wipe away the remaining tear stains on her face.
When a pair of somewhat rough hands touched Ailia’s face, her gaze went blank.
No other expression remained.
“My love, I want to know more.”
“It will help me recover my memories.”
Ailia slowly came back to her senses.
She nodded and said, “Your name is Lanli Ed. Your father is a lord. Your younger brother is a knight…”
Zhe Zilin did his best to maintain the changes in his expression.
Yet his heart was anything but calm.
Lanli?
In the game King, Ed’s family name was Leibang.
There had never been any surname called Lanli.
Ailia had deliberately said it wrong.
Was she testing him?
But last time she had told the truth.
Otherwise he would not have recalled the character Ed at all.
Perhaps she felt that he had truly lost his memory and was now testing whether he remembered his own surname.
Zhe Zilin raised his eyes.
He discovered that Ailia was not staring at him.
Her expression also showed no signs of anything strange.
Not daring to hesitate any longer, he opened his mouth indifferently.
“I see.”
Ailia, who had originally been lowering her head, instantly changed her expression the moment she heard Zhe Zilin’s response and looked up.
On her rosy and beautiful face, her cold eyes released a strange light.
The corners of her lips curved into a morbid smile.
“You said ‘I see’?”
Ailia stood up.
A dry wind blew outside the window.
It played wantonly with the hem of her skirt.
She walked straight toward the table.
She picked up the bowl of magic potion once more.
She stirred it evenly with the spoon.
Zhe Zilin suddenly realized he had said the wrong thing.
Everything earlier had gone far too smoothly.
It had made him careless.
Ailia might have truly believed at the beginning that he had forgotten everything.
But her suspicious nature had never allowed her to relax.
She had remained vigilant the entire time.
She had kept testing him!
Lanli was a surname she had made up out of thin air.
Even if the original body had drunk the magic potion, he would probably still remember his real surname.
Ailia had left behind this trap.
A trap that only she knew about.
“You acted really well.”
“I still need to be even more careful.”
“Otherwise I really would have been fooled by you.”
Ailia walked over to the cabinet by the door.
She took out a packet of medicinal powder.
She poured all of it into the potion.
“It seems there was a problem with my potion.”
“It let you recover some of your memories and even taught you how to lie to me.”
“I have to increase the dosage.”
Zhe Zilin furrowed his brows.
He only had two regression chances left.
Every single one was extremely precious.
They concerned his life and death.
Seeing Ailia walking closer and closer with the bowl of potion in her hands, the bitter smell spread throughout the entire room.
He knew very clearly.
This was his final struggle.