The composition of a single round was from the moment I acquired the Time Reversal insignia until fifty-five seconds had passed. It held no significance to count the number of rounds that had transpired, whether it was the tenth or hundredth round.

One certain thing was that the bastard became noticeably fatigued. Whenever the stage was reset, its eyelids were half-closed.

[Are we…still…not done yet? Your Highness…]

[I, Lu-neah, am astounded by Your Highness’s unwavering determination. However, I, Lu-neah, am the problem. I am too feeble to keep up with Your Highness’s resolve.]

It was evident that the bastard’s strength was gradually waning. If the Time Reversal seemed to yield no promising results, then it would be fitting to proceed to the Revival insignia at this point.

Nonetheless, that was not true. I had finally succeeded in finding the blueprint of the insignia when the bastard was whining. It was then that I figured out how to navigate through the majestic,...