Regression Is Too Much-Chapter 159

“…”

After seeing that [25], I silently stepped onto the elevator and punched in [5] without a word.

The other players stammered but failed to stop me.

My reason for not explaining myself was simple.

The Glasses Girl figured out how the test worked—she’ll explain it to the others soon enough.

Wrrrr—

“Hmm…”

As the elevator moved, I drifted into thought.

The truth is, I already had a pretty good idea who the traitor was.

They lied from the very first test.

I’d been watching.

The others, the remaining four, were likely to be my allies.

Which means the traitor’s lie would most likely harm them, too.

From that, a few things became clear.

First, they didn’t value their teammates much.

To them, personal gain was more important than whether or not their group suffered.

Second, they clearly assumed the 12th floor would be structured in a way that pits players against each other.

So, they threw out a lie in the beginning, then sat back to observe how things would unfold before deciding on their next move.

Otherwise, why bother lying from test one?

The rest of us had guessed, based on the 11th floor, that this one would follow a similar format.

I thought the same.

So the liar planted the seed early—“there is a liar among us”—and later, with some well-placed manipulation, they could easily take someone down.

The finer details could be adjusted on the fly.

Which means the traitor isn’t just sneaky—they’re gutsy, and smart too.

If they were dumb, they’d have waited until test two to start lying, after first analyzing how the floor worked.

The fact that they lied right out of the gate proves that they are not just smart, but they have guts, too.

Ding—

The elevator doors opened, pulling me from my thoughts.

Without hesitation, I stepped out, cold mist spilling from my body as I walked toward the black mannequin.

-Thud.

The mannequin, which had just started to rise, froze mid-motion the moment it came into contact with my cold mana.

So this power even works on it, huh?

The fact that it could paralyze a mannequin—something more machine than human—spoke volumes.

It meant that this ability might work even on higher-difficulty enemies in the future.

-Stab.

I lightly pierced the unmoving mannequin right between the eyes, then turned around and headed back toward the elevator, continuing the thought I’d put on pause.

So, why do I think the culprit dared to pick [20] for the final test?

Probably… because I looked stupidly strong.

They were likely banking on the idea that “he’ll carry us through this anyway.”

If I didn’t have regression, they might’ve even been right.

“In the end, there’s only one real suspect.”

The traitor is the Glasses Girl.

The short-haired girl seems confident in her own abilities—she has no reason to lie.

Mole Guy and Acne Guy?

They’re not nearly smart or gutsy enough to make a high-stakes political move like that in the very first test.

Which leaves only her. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

“Hmm…”

The problem, though, is that I have no way to confirm it.

She clearly got scared and stopped lying—so now, technically, her betrayal never existed.

Even if I confronted her with something like, “You were planning to betray us, weren’t you?”, she wouldn’t give me a straight answer.

And punishing her for it? That’s a problem, too.

Sure, she’s a traitor.

Sure, she tried to make things harder for us.

But if I were to actually go after her, what standard would I be using to justify it?

The law?

My own judgment?

Either way, it wouldn’t feel… right.

Besides, this betrayal is already buried in a past timeline.

If I go after her now, it’s not justice—it’s just bullying.

She wouldn’t even understand why she was being punished, and I’d be sitting there wondering if I went too far.

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