He was treated as trash by his biological father, his account was deleted, and he was exiled to the "Ground Zero" of the data abyss. Everyone thought I was dead, but little did they know that I had become the only rules hunter to control bugs in the game.
Five years later, the game collapsed and the guild was in danger. My father begged me to come out. Ridiculous! They only believe in their adopted daughter who has unparalleled combat power and regard me as a tool that can be used.
I sneered and agreed, with only one purpose - to use the guild's authority to remove the cold AI in my brain that was forcibly bound!
Later, when I instantly killed the god-level BOSS in the mortal dungeon and the whole guild knelt down and begged me not to leave, I just said to the AI in my mind: "Hey, do you still want to untie me?"
