Accidental death and traveling to another world.
A pair of cold system shackles belonging to the old games, unexpectedly became the only guiding light she could hold here.
She walked forward, stepping into the fog as thick as an iron curtain, and every step she took was on an unknown road that would never end.
Some people regard her as a radiant saint. Knowledge flows from her fingertips like a clear spring, and power is sown in the barren soil like seeds.
Some people also cursed her as a witch in human skin, accusing her of pawning her soul under her holy appearance, abandoning human warmth and moral chains like worn-out shoes.
As a result, her name grew and spread in legends - the goddess who sits in the palace of wisdom, the invisible creator behind thousands of worlds, the great god who spreads starlight into the boundless darkness...
She knows that she is just a stubborn scholar, a person who embraces the stars and just wants to stand at the end of all unknowns.
