Three Hundred Thousand Forgotten

This is a world full of stories. Everyone is a story. Some are remembered, some are forgotten... Everyone has a numerical value. Existence value. Below 0.3, It begins to be forgotten. Below 0.2, Delete it directly. My name is Bai tide. My existence value is only 0.31. ——Three hours to go. Three hundred thousand people were trapped in the black fog. "The man the world forgot". They float into points of light, waiting for someone to save them... I can save them. I can see their memories and fulfill their wishes... However, every time I save someone, my existence value will be consumed! Looking at my body that is gradually becoming transparent—— Can I save those 300,000 people? Will I lose my life and become one of the points of light? Time is running out, and the countdown is constantly being updated: 02:59:47. 02:58:00. —— Someone has been waiting for me in the dark fog for ten years. My mother is still in my body. She said, when you let me out, the truth will be revealed... Three hundred thousand people. A crack. A door. Over there at the door—— There are people who look exactly like me. "You are not the key, you are the door." "After saving 300,000 people, how many minutes do you have left?" "Give me your son back——" "The game has just begun."