Cheng Gong, twelve years old, is the perfect son in his parents’ eyes. Top of his class, never causes trouble, and smiles so perfectly he could be pictured in a textbook. Only he knows that smile has been welded onto his face. On his birthday, he makes a silent wish over the candles: “I want to become anyone, as long as I don’t have to be Cheng Gong.” Then he enters the game called Zeroing. He didn’t transmigrate. He went home. The real world is nothing but a save file in Zeroing. “You think you’re playing the game. In fact, the game has been playing you all along.”
