I worked as an archivist in a virtual city for seven years until I discovered a memory documenting the end of the world.
The recorder in the image is myself.
They said it was a system flaw and told me to forget about it.
But when I restarted the bell that had stopped for ten years, the whole city began to collapse——
The neon went out and the holographic advertisement disappeared, revealing the rusted ruins behind it.
The system's cold prompt sounded in my mind: [Abnormal reflection plan, cleanup program started]
And I am just one of its 100,000 copies of "Chen Mo".
"Either live forever in a perfect lie, or struggle with the cruel truth – which one do you choose?"
