
Watcher of Ruins
by Baby, Please Have Some Candy
About This Novel
The stone tablet said that I will die in seven days. I believed it, and then slapped myself with my backhand - I don't accept my fate! From then on, I picked up rags in the Valley of Silence, hatched "pets" from logical relics, saved the prince with the reverberation of war, and listened to the tragic song of ten thousand years under the sinking star pool. They call me "variable," the high-dimensional cleaners want to erase me, the script maintainers want to fix me. I looked at the "civilization fire" marks that were accumulating more and more on my right hand, and then weighed the wrench in my hand that can knock out logical bugs and smash people's heads. "Correction," I grinned at those indescribable beings, "I'm not a bug, I'm the virus in your system that's responsible for the 'format manager'."
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