When the fog lights woke up, Kivotos had been destroyed seventeen times.
As the ultimate weapon created by the "Unknown Priest", she has only one command carved into her soul - to ensure that the "script" runs according to the planned track and to deal with all accidents that deviate from the track. She has shattered the auras of countless students, witnessed the desert of Abydos swallowing up the last oasis, and heard the voice of Xia Lai's teacher calling her name in the ruins becoming more and more desperate over and over again.
Then, time resets. She remembers everything. No one remembers her.
In this new reincarnation, she no longer intends to be that damn "insurance". Script? Fuck the script.
This is a story about two people who "shouldn't exist" redeeming each other in an infinite loop. When the world is destined to be destroyed, when the script cannot be changed, when all the gods want her to kneel down - she chooses to pick up a gun and aim at the person who wrote the script.
Eating guide: easy daily life in the early stage (the collapse of social animals and the complaints of the saint), enough knives in the later stage (no, absolutely not, I will fight with each other and swallow the knife) guaranteed (the author is afraid of being sent a razor blade).
Blue Files fanfic, time travel, the saint just wants to be ruined, redemption
As a new writer, if there is any OOC, the author will immediately kneel down.
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Come on, author, don't give up! ! ! ! ! ૮₍ɵ̷ɵ̷̥̥᷅₎ა
Come on, author, don't give up! ! ! ! ! ૮₍ɵ̷ɵ̷̥̥᷅₎ა
It's not bad, there are laughs, plot, and knives