If someone has real memories, real emotions, and real pain, what gives anyone the right to define them as an NPC?
One early morning, Lu Zhizhi was knocked down by a bicycle. In the reflection of a shop window, he saw a red health bar hanging above his head. He then discovered that everyone had one. This world was a giant game, and every one of them was an NPC.
Unwilling to have his account deleted, Lu Zhizhi decides to fight back...
