Training arc? or... Hell arc?

"Sorry, this one is still editing... wait who the hell will even buy a chapter for 1000 coins"

Elijah's eyes fluttered open.

Loop Twenty-Seven.

By now, he had stopped counting the hours, the days, the weeks.

The weight of time had long crushed any remaining hope or despair.

Instead of a frown, a smile crept onto his lips—and empty, hollow smile.

"Right about now…"

Right on cue as Elijah expected, the door burst open.

Marjorie stood there, slack-jawed, the metal bucket in her hands slipping as her body stiffened in shock.

Clatter.

The bucket hit the floor.

Like a broken record, this scene repeated—again, again, and again.

"Can we just skip this part?"

Before Marjorie could regained her expression and call upon Aliyah, Elijah immediately cut her off.