�That�s resonance.�

But this time alone was good.

�If Marsha�s sister�s time zone resonates����.�

Together with Sirone, they are trapped in an endless cycle of time until the desired result is achieved.

�Ten times?�If it�s a hundred times, I�ll endure it.�

But what if 1,000, 10,000 times?

�Someday I�ll go crazy.�

A life in which an hour repeats itself tens of thousands of times had no ability to endure unless it was an infinite wizard.

�I can�t tell you now.�

While the participants hurriedly covered themselves, the guards grabbed Sirone and dragged her away.

The contest was canceled with 20 minutes remaining.

�say it!�What the hell is going on!�

Sitting in the empty audience seats, Sirone counted the time in her head without answering.

�5 minutes and 39 seconds.�38 seconds.�37 seconds.�

The Star of the Ivory Tower could not be taken away, but the guards still surrounded him.

�I will do it properly from now on.�

Realizing that the time has come, Sirone raised her head.

�What are you doing right?�

Plus 30 minutes to this point.

�See you again, sister.�

At the same time as he finished speaking, the timeline bounced and flowed back towards minus 30 minutes.

�cadet!�Shit!�

The shaking of the timeline made her head thump, but Sirone didn�t collapse anymore.

�Entrance to the venue.�

It was 30 minutes before the terrorist attack.

�The one-armed monk will be near the waiting room.�As soon as the terrorist dies, the hostage is killed.�

If it was at a level that could not be detected even by Yahweh�s realm, it would have been an ability close to nothing.

�Therefore, if the terrorist is not killed, there is a possibility that even a one-armed monk will not receive information from the outside.�

Sirone ran to the waiting room.

�The line between a terrorist and Miss Yakma.�If you can cut exactly that point, you can save the hostage.� JrNovels.com