Arknights: Observer of the Predecessor Civilization

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[One-Line Hook: Mystery]

He transmigrated with the complete scripts of Arknights.

But when he woke up, he found that this wasn't Terra. It was Shanghai. This wasn't Chernobog, but a monitoring room packed with screens. He wasn't the Doctor, but a stranger named “Lin Yuan.”

The script had gone completely off the rails.

[Everyday Life: The Good Stuff]

But maybe this world wasn't so bad after all.

At the convenience store downstairs, Originium Slugs and orange cats huddled together in the sun. Exusiai from Rhodes Island fought Texas for an apple pie on the rooftop. The PR-78 cart held a breakfast meeting with five seagulls every day, squawking as they shared bread.

He spent three months lounging around in Shanghai, watching videos, shopping for groceries, cooking, and staging a rebellion with his subordinates before lying flat together.

One subordinate had been around for thirteen thousand years. His adjutant had waited for him for twenty years. And there was a lively council chat room where people argued across domains.

There was even a fluffy pack animal named Xiaoxue, with round eyes.

[Mystery: Undercurrents]

But he knew certain things.

He knew Misha would die, FrostNova would die, and Patriot would die. He knew those tragedies were coming.

In his hands was a worn little booklet labeled “The Original Script.”

But when he finally tried to save them, he realized

Saving someone was more painful than letting them die.

The more he interfered, the deeper the pain became.

The person who had waited for thirteen thousand years still hadn't arrived.

The secret hidden inside the key remained unrevealed.

Those who were supposed to die were still alive, but they were no longer who they used to be.