Thirty years old, doing nothing, mediocre.
Struggling repeatedly in the torrent of reality, in the end, only a numb life is left to work.
I have read countless light novels and watched thousands of anime. The passion and legend that reality can't get are all pinned on fantasy. I have thought more than once that if I could go into those stories, I would be able to do a better job than the original protagonist and have a dazzling life of my own.
Until the holographic game Tokyo Diary came out.
It promises to give everyone the opportunity to realize their dreams, allowing players to become the protagonists of the story and experience scenes that only exist between the screen and the page.
I stayed up late and immersed myself in it with enthusiasm.
But after the carnival ended, I discovered to my horror that I could never return to reality.
The game provides the only condition for passing the level: to complete the entire life of the protagonist in your hand.
The animation life that I once longed for has now become a long trial with no way back and no way to exit.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
