I’ll say it again: I don’t know. This world is a novel I wrote, and I’m inside the body of one of the characters I created...
Although there are many characters in this novel, it’s impossible to write them all down. My novel has billions of characters. There’s no need to name them unless they’re “important characters,” like the heroine or an assistant.
Why am I telling you this?
Because the story in my novel is happening right before my eyes...
“Come on, you really don’t know...?”
“I really don’t.”
I’ll say it again: I don’t know. This world is a novel I wrote, but I’m inside the body of a character I never wrote. Aside from being a cadet at an agent military academy, I’m the most ordinary, least connected character imaginable, the kind who would never even get a name in the novel. In other words, I’m an extra.
No, I’m a speck of dust...
There were too many people at first and I couldn't tell the avatars apart. I was a bit confused as I watched the later chapters and it became more and more interesting. Please update soon and I can't see enough.