Level Seven Civilization Descends: A Record of Millennia of Evil

I am neither human nor god, immortal, or demon.

I am a chip, built with everything a collapsing Level Seven civilization had to give. I have no memories of my own. The countless howling echoes of souls in my mind were forcibly implanted by a madman from the apocalypse, who collected the final thoughts of tens of billions of living beings.

I don't know what I am. I only know that when I woke up, that madman had casually tossed me into the outer reaches of the universe.

"Carry the karmic burden of these tens of billions, and preserve a spark for civilization."

Amid his deranged laughter, I was forced to bear the resentment of countless dead souls as I transmigrated through the void.