The System Told Me to Play a Cannon Fodder, So I Blew Up All Nine Worlds

She was Experimental Subject No. 9, placed by her own father into a nine-layered script for an "immortality experiment." But every world she entered, she turned upside down. She exposed forged evidence at school, dug tunnels in the cold palace, rallied survivors in the apocalypse, and blew up an immortal palace in the cultivation world. The System chased her down and formatted her nine times, but she carried on, bearing the words everyone had carved onto her wrist: "Don't trust the System. Trust the wind." She fought her way upstream until she reached the end of the ninth world and opened the final door. The person waiting inside asked, "Will you choose to become a god, or to be yourself?" She chose the latter. Twenty years later, she is an ordinary young woman who takes the bus to work every day. A slip of paper in her pocket reads, "Don't trust the System. Trust the wind." She glances at it and tosses it in the trash. When she looks up, a cloud in the sky is smiling.