Chapter 10: From Saviour To Suspect in 0.2 Seconds
He raised his small dagger, aiming it at C's back. C didn't see it coming.
Shit!
It was a sneak attack—fast and dangerous. A deadly twist that could've ended everything right then and there.
Just before the blade touched his back, C instinctively swung his left hand behind him.
In his hand was an old, dark brown notebook—the one thing in this world that wasn't affected by the loop.
CLANG!
The gangster's blade struck the book with a sharp, metallic clang. Not a scratch. Not even a dent.
Instead, the dagger bounced off like it hit solid steel. The gangster was stunned. That notebook was untouchable—immune to time, to harm, to fate itself.
C chuckled.
Good thing I had this. This is the 36th time it saved my life.
Without turning around, C rammed his elbow backward into the gangster's ribs with brutal force. The man screamed as the dagger dropped from his hand.