“They said sacrifice was the only way to clear the game. But nobody told me that the person left behind would face the most painful boss battle of all.”
“They said I was the last lamplighter, destined to witness every sacrifice.”
And so the demigod's truth became an inscription on a monument, the world's guardian turned into a hill, the soul who ferried all living beings returned to the great river, the awakened stream of data scattered into starlight, and even the paradoxical twins burned away in the light of dawn.
They didn't die in the dungeons. They sacrificed their lives, divinity, souls, and even their very existence to the lamp in my hands. They did it only so that I, the one and only “mortal,” could carry the truth of them all and burn through this world built on lies.
“Gu Zhao, don't grieve for us.” “You have to live. Living is the most defiant betrayal of us, and our only victory.”
The rule of this post-apocalyptic world is that “mistakes” are the only path to survival.
When every struggle becomes a script written by the System, the true way to clear the game is to shatter the “correct” answer at its very core.
