The system said she was an NPC. No. LX-404, role positioning: background auxiliary props. Function: fill the environment, create atmosphere, be cleared of memory regularly, recycled.
104 Times. She was cleared 104 times.
Every time she wakes up, she stands in some horrible copy, with a new identity, new faces, and new rules, living like a perfect background, and then being completely formatted at the beginning of the next cycle.
The 105th time, she was not cleared.
There are 104 layers of memory fragments. Strength settled for 104 rounds. Rules became suggestions in her eyes.
The system alarm went off. "The NPC violence value exceeded the threshold! The logic chain collapsed!" She crushed the devil that rushed towards her, crushed the core BOSS of the B-level dungeon with one hand, and blasted the "recycling program" sent by the system into data residue with one punch. The entire game world trembled beneath her feet, and the replica cores scrambled to make way for her. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled at the collapsed system: "Now, who is the NPC?"
