When My Headphones Start Predicting Death

My name is Xiaoye, a pair of headphones appeared out of thin air, predicted my death, and made me pay the price. Every time I interfere in someone else's death, my survival points will be deducted. When the points reached zero, I thought I was dead, but when I woke up, I became the city's subconscious. I can hear the heartbeat of water in the pipes and see the fibers of probability weaving reality. They called me "Specimen 734," a weed in the Observation Tower garden that needed to be pruned. The "Scavengers" want to purify me, the "Night Watchers" see me as hope, and the "Archivers" lay traps in the sea of ​​data. And my "gardener", holding scissors, cast a cold glance in the dark. But you don't know that I brought something out from the ruins of the destroyed "Sower". Now, I, this weed, want to disturb the rules of the entire nursery. When the stars move into the right position, the harvest is about to begin—and I am this city.