Travelling Time in Search of Honesty and Trust

Right on the third year of my brother's disappearance, eighteen skeletons were dug up underground in Everbloom. One of them was the worst -- 180 stab wounds, each one piercing the bone.

In his hand, he held a slip of paper tightly.

[Don't be afraid, I'm just going home. If you can't hold on, go back home too.]

The system sounded an alarm in my head.

[The value of family and affection strategy has dropped to 10%. Host, please perish and return to the original world as soon as possible.]

That evening, I put on my wedding suit and sent the suicide note to the family group chat.