I, a book-wearing girl who was forced to work, was bound to the [Beast World Female Sovereign Strategy System].
It says that I am the chosen daughter of destiny in this world, and I just need to follow the steps.
I believed it. Relying on reading files countless times, accurately grasping every encounter and every line of dialogue, the favorability level is increased to the full value.
Until the final mission comes: [The ultimate contract, obliterate their free will.
I saw it. The last trace of wildness in the eyes of the proud wolf marshal was extinguished and turned into docile obedience;
The witch doctor, who had no plans left, personally burned the ancient books that he regarded as his life.
When I close my eyes, I think of countless late nights of reloading files. They are vivid and different, rather than the appearance set by the script.
This time, I didn't click "Confirm."
I snuffed out the system prompts, set the plot line on fire, and plunged into the Forgotten Wasteland without looking back.
"Cooperate," I said to her, "I know the entire script of this world."
Later, when the out-of-control system controlled the world and launched the ultimate encirclement and suppression,
They tore off the shackles of their souls and stood up in blood: "My will, as early as the first time I saw her, belongs only to me."
On top of the wasteland tower, the former empress who was said to be dead slowly opened her bone bow and pointed her arrow at the invisible sky.
And I just calmly raised my hand and declared to the system that controlled everything:
"Your game is over. Now, it's our turn, the rules of hunting."
——What is overturned is never the script, but this absurd world that twists love into control.
