She did three hundred worlds of tasks, finishing for others.
The love words of the scumbag actor are sent in groups, the master accepts his disciples to dig up his spiritual roots, and the interstellar general's medal is stained with the blood of 147 Omegas.
In every world, Lin Yan used the most honorable way to make them bow their heads and admit defeat.
But she didn't know - every client's grievances came from the same source.
Every soul fragment she recovers reminds her of one thing:
She is the forgotten original owner.
The fourth line on the system panel is always garbled.
It wasn't until the fifth world that she saw clearly the line of words that had been altered three hundred times——
"I'm back to pick you up."
And that silent system was her own breath left in place.
