The Eighteen Levels of Hell: Lying is Forbidden Here

Qiu Yinong could not figure it out.

She looked at the mirror again.

'This body is not mine. This is the fourth loop. The future me must figure out why I appeared in this body during the fourth loop, and the glass beads should be the memory anchors.'

Suddenly, it was as if a meteor flashed through her mind, illuminating all the thick fog.

'I see.'

'Five loops.'

'That refers to the number of times I have appeared in this secret room, not counting the other secret rooms.'

'If my memory has also been to other secret rooms...'

'Then the number of times would be much higher.'