(A slow-burn story. The other heroine appears in the second instance, and the third instance kicks into high gear.)
Everyone thought I was gloomy and weird. Then aliens invaded, and I was forced to save the world during the flag-raising ceremony.
A horror game descended on Earth, randomly selecting “players.”
While burly men from other countries screamed in the instances, I, a student named Lin Xiaoyu, used the logic of solving math problems to unravel vengeful spirits.
They relied on muscle. I relied on my brain.
Until I happened to pick up a teammate, Qingshui Qinghe.
She was sweet and adorable, but when I was fighting, she used thunderous force against anyone who tried to hurt me.
Later, the whole world watched live as alien warships closed in.
I stepped onto the flag platform and drew the sci-fi rifle the nation had designed for me.
“I'll only demonstrate this once,” I said. “This is how Chinese soldiers fight alone.”
That day, my Qinghe looked at me as if I were her god.
And the whole world watched us, finally remembering the terror of being ruled by us.
