I was once a "person", but now, my consciousness is a ghost imprisoned in the void, a "system" bound to an intelligent creature on a primitive planet.
They called me the "Whispering Prophet", regarded the "missions" I issued as oracles, and regarded the "technology tree" I unlocked as a gift from the sky. For me, every leap I took to guide them from stone to the stars was only in exchange for unlocking access to my own memories—shards of memories of the end, of Earth, and of a ruthless plan to turn me into an inhuman being.
However, the civilization I was "hosting" began to evolve characteristics that I had not expected. They were no longer just satisfied with the answers I gave them, but began to explore the "system" itself. They started asking: Who am I? Where do I come from?
At the same time, as my memory revived, I gradually realized that my dusty past was not a tragic song, but a terrifying truth that could swallow up this new civilization and even more worlds. Am I the leader of this civilization, or... The ultimate destroyer?
