If he really did that, the latter would enter here and, just like him, fall into an endless loop with no escape.

　　Therefore, if he wanted to break the current situation, there was only one way—to face the challenge head-on and shatter the established rhythm of events.

　　As he pondered, his counterpart across from him, just as in his memory, strode toward him.

　　The movements and gestures were exactly the same, down to the smallest detail, only their identities had switched—the person inside the mirror had come out, and the one outside had gone in!

　　Forcing himself to resist the urge to step back, William Carter stood his ground, staring intently at the self who had come before him.

　　On the other side, it seemed he hadn’t expected such composure, showing a hint of panic, but in the end still reached out his palm.

　　“Let me see if you really won’t…”

　　William Carter also reached out his hand.

　　Since he could come in, according to the time loop, he would definitely be able to touch the other’s palm—even if it meant killing again!

　　Perhaps, only after killing would the loop truly end.

　　Whoosh!

　　Both of their palms stretched out at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, they touched. William Carter immediately felt a warmth coming from the other’s palm, as if it had real life.

　　Just as he was about to pull him over and kill him, he saw his own and the other’s figures, like acid and alkali neutralizing, simultaneously evaporating like mist, quickly merging with their arms as the center.

　　Immediately, his vision began to blur, his whole body lost control, and he couldn’t even struggle.

　　Bang!

　　A sound of landing rang out, his vision cleared again, and he hurriedly stood up, anxiously patting himself down—his body was intact. The shadow across from him, whether dead or devoured, had already vanished!

　　Letting out a sigh of relief, he then realized he was no longer in the room, but in a special space—not like inside the mirror, not like reality, not even sure if it was on Earth.

　　Ahead was a massive building, magnificent and grand, with mirrors arranged above, below, left, and right in a special order, giving a sense of transcending time and space.

　　He counted—not more, not less—exactly 1,080 mirrors.

　　Walking forward, a huge plaque came into view.

　　Five large characters, bold and powerful, flowing like dragons and phoenixes—Mirror Management Bureau!

　　Each character carried a special charm, elegant and beautiful, a visual delight, far surpassing the works of the greatest calligraphers.

　　“Management?” William Carter frowned.

　　The mirror in the sky was simply too large; scientists all over the world couldn’t figure it out—how could it possibly be managed?

　　Turning his head, he saw a couplet on either side of the main gate.

　　The first line: Don’t be too obsessed with right and wrong, truth and falsehood.

　　The second line: In the end, you’re still a person in the mirror!

　　Neither neat nor rhyming.

　　He looked at it for a while… uh, still didn’t get the meaning.

　　William Carter’s Chinese grades were pretty average.

　　Forget it.

　　Turning around, he then noticed his residence was clearly visible—shoes, sofa, still in their original places… but his own back was gone, and the time had reached 2:01, still moving forward slowly.

　　It seemed… the time loop really had been broken.

　　Looking forward again, behind the building, it still seemed to be his room. At this moment, he was like being in the gap between the mirror world and reality.

　　And in this gap stood a massive “Mirror Management Bureau.”

　　He didn’t know why it appeared here, or what it meant, but since he was here, he had to go take a look.

　　He lifted his foot and walked toward the palace, stretched out both hands, used all his strength, and the door creaked open with an old “squeak!” sound.

　　What met his eyes were two huge screens. On the left was engraved: “Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony, freedom, equality.”

　　On the right: “Justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity, friendliness.”

　　Pure positive energy.

　　In the middle was a long table, like a conference room, with one seat in the center and four on each side.

　　The appearance and layout were about seventy or eighty percent similar to a police station conference room on Earth.

　　He walked around—nothing there—so he continued forward.

　　Not far from the corridor was a small room, with the words “Trainee Officer Room” written above. He pushed the door open and entered. It was about ten square meters, quite cramped, with a small table and chair in the middle, and a set of police uniform hanging on a coat rack in the corner.

　　By the wall, a mirror lay flat, but it didn’t reflect his image—only the table and chair in the room could be seen.

　　It seemed he was neither in reality nor in the mirror world… so the so-called mirror had lost its original function.

　　He walked toward the police uniform. On the chest was a name tag with the words “Trainee Officer.”

　　After observing for a while and feeling more and more confused, William Carter couldn’t help but reach out to touch it.

　　A sharp pain at his fingertip, as if pricked by something, and a drop of blood fell onto it. The next moment, a flash of light—suddenly, the police uniform disappeared from before his eyes and appeared on his body, slowly merging into his skin, hidden beneath his clothes.

　　As if in response, the mirror before him buzzed, and a string of bright red characters appeared, like bloodstains:

　　Welcome to the Mirror Management Bureau, the very first trainee officer!

　　Name: William Carter.

　　Age: 18.

　　Identity: Trainee Officer.