Chapter 806: Chapter 770: Evil God Figurine

Gu Mian dragged Slaughter all the way upward, not knowing how long they’d run until finally reaching the end of the staircase.

The end was also dim, with two flickering wall lamps mounted on the wall at the staircase’s terminus, illuminating the hinged door above.

Once they climbed through that hinged door, they’d be safe.

For some reason, Slaughter’s ominous predictions hadn’t come true yet, and the two were still relatively safe—so long as nothing unexpected happened on their way to the hinged door.

Slaughter seemed a bit puzzled too, furrowing his brows as if trying to guess why his wish hadn’t come true this time.

"Is it going to deliver the fatal blow at the end? The hinged door won’t open? Or will the door explode and blow us both down?"—The thought flashed through his mind for a split second, and he knew he shouldn’t think about these things, so he quickly tried to control his thoughts and divert his attention elsewhere.

He subconsciously thought of the people he knew, with faces floating in his mind, including Xu Xingcheng’s, Upper Class People’s, and lower-class people’s.

At this moment, Gu Mian had already swiftly brought him to the hinged door.

The hinged door was connected to the stairs, and Gu Mian reached up to push it open.

Only then did Slaughter come to his senses, reached into his pocket, but before he could do anything, Gu Mian lightly pushed the hinged door open.

Slaughter stared at the hinged door opened by Gu Mian, his expression freezing for a brief moment.

"Let’s go," Gu Mian said, pulling Slaughter to go through the door. He gave another tug but Slaughter didn’t budge, as he was dazing at the hinged door, "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing." Slaughter quickly regained his composure and swiftly followed Gu Mian through the door.

After climbing through the hinged door, they returned to the living room on the second floor. As soon as Slaughter came up, he turned back to look at the hinged door and saw it slowly closing on its own.

Looking at the slowly closing hinged door, Slaughter’s expression was somewhat complicated.

Gu Mian felt that today was his luckiest day, as he managed to return from underground unharmed despite the dual influences of the Evil God statue and his bad luck buff.

Thinking about this, he looked at the hinged door behind him once more.

There was no sound from beneath the hinged door, the stairs below hadn’t collapsed yet.

"Where’s my key? Where’s my key? Where’s my key?"

He had just looked away from the hinged door when he heard a familiar voice.

This sentence, this voice...

Following the sound, he saw the Fatty he had accidentally conjured up still standing straight in the living room, fumbling in his pockets for the missing key.

This Fatty had been accidentally created before Gu Mian reset the world; unexpectedly, even after the world reset, this Fatty remained.

"Wishes that come true don’t disappear with the world reset..." Gu Mian speculated as he watched the Fatty search for the key.

Gu Mian wanted to ask Slaughter but reconsidered as Slaughter wouldn’t know the answer either, being unable to retain pre-reset memories, he couldn’t know if fulfilled wishes disappear with the reset.

"Are you Gu Mian?" Slaughter quickly steadied himself, pushing Fatty standing in the middle of the living room aside, then turned to Gu Mian.

It was phrased as a question but sounded more like affirmation.

He had asked this question earlier underground but Gu Mian was too busy running upward at the time to answer.

"You’ve quite the attachment to me, recognizing me twice on your own." Gu Mian brushed the dust off his collar.

Slaughter paused for a moment at Gu Mian’s words, then asked, "How did we meet last time?"

He could now guess that Gu Mian was brought underground by him, but those memories no longer existed in his brain.

"I met you while riding a tricycle delivering packages; you and I, upon first meeting, drank and chatted, then you made a will to leave all your inheritance to me, but unfortunately, it was erased by the world reset. You should make another will." Gu Mian summarized, also seeking to claim Slaughter’s inheritance.

Upon hearing this, Slaughter’s eyebrows twitched twice, clearly not believing the nonsense at the end of Gu Mian’s statement.

Not giving him a chance to rebut, Gu Mian immediately asked, "How did you notice the world reset just now, based on timing it seems like you realized it immediately and rushed underground?"

Slaughter was about to curse Gu Mian’s shamelessness and had many questions for him.

However, Gu Mian’s interruption redirected his thoughts to the matter Gu Mian mentioned: "It seems I didn’t tell you last time, I have a way to discern world resets within a certain timeframe."

"What method?"

"You’ll see when we go upstairs; there’s something like a calendar that helps me determine the time." Slaughter said while heading for the staircase leading to the second floor.

Gu Mian had seen the stairs leading to the second floor upon arriving but hadn’t gone up, realizing there’s an extraordinary calendar up there.

Gu Mian followed Slaughter up the stairs.

As they ascended, Slaughter explained, "Since learning about the world reset, Upper Class People have been very sensitive to this issue. The world resets without people’s awareness, and they find this terrifying, so they’ve tried numerous methods to record the world resets."

Gu Mian estimated that the "calendar" Slaughter mentioned was made from scraps of the Evil God statue because the only items in this world unaffected by the reset are the Evil God statues.

Indeed, Slaughter continued, "People realized that these statues exist in the ’uncontrollable range’ of resets, unaffected by resets, so they crafted slab after slab of stone from statue fragments and carved the date into them daily;

"If one day we find the newest date is not today but the future, it means the world has reset."

They once carved the future into these slabs, but post-reset, that future remains only on the statue fragments.

"But those slabs were too cumbersome and inconvenient to carve each time. Upper Class People devised a simpler method, creating a set of numbers from zero to nine using those fragments, and laid them out to record the date."

By now, Gu Mian had followed Slaughter to the second floor, and he saw the "stone numbers" Slaughter had mentioned.

The second floor was smaller than the first; it had just one room with simple furnishings.

Inside were a bed and a desk, with a string of stone numbers arranged on the desk.

Gu Mian took a few steps forward to examine the string of numbers on the desk.

"974, 12, 10"

These stone numbers were palm-sized, neatly arranged in a transparent box on the desk, segmented to form three groups of numbers.

"Is it a date?"

"It’s a date," Slaughter nodded, standing beside Gu Mian and looking at the stone numbers on the desk, "representing Upper Calendar year 974, December 10th."

Gu Mian guessed that "Upper Calendar" was a name Upper Class People had devised, which suited their refined image well.