[Yuri + dystopia + cyberpunk + an abstract original story unlike anything you've ever seen.]
In Vick City, where the weak are revered, the appearance of public figures is a fascinating subject.
If a woman is too beautiful or a man too handsome, they'll be accused of imposing their aesthetic standards on the public.
A TV station once brought in a group of people with “acceptable looks” to appear on camera, but the ratings plummeted spectacularly.
In the end, they came up with a stroke of genius: women would be in charge of looking handsome, and men would be in charge of looking beautiful.
Yuki got the short end of the stick.
She was naturally blessed with a stunning figure, but she had to bind her chest and wear heavy clothes, squeezing herself into a baggy presenter’s outfit. The first thing she did every day after the broadcast was undo her bindings and spend ages catching her breath. Now the skin beneath her collarbones was covered in marks that wouldn’t fade.
She wanted to quit.
But on the night she finished drafting her resignation, a girl so pale she hardly seemed human darted out from around a corner and stopped her. In her arms was a photographer’s ID that had expired a thousand years ago.
“Boss, I’m not here to coast.”
Yuki stared at her, her temples throbbing.
Well, it looked like she wouldn’t be quitting anytime soon.
A new book is coming - as usual, if there are typos, bugs or any dissatisfaction, you can directly @the author, and the construction team will be parachuted in immediately!
Well, one world view, three series, can they be launched at the same time? That's very lifelike. I have to say that this world view is indeed very abstract. Well, the first chapter is very repetitive, but the intention is not bad.
When you look at the introduction, you feel like you are an old friend. When you open it, it turns out that the old friend is you.
It's okay to write slowly this time, but don't finish it haphazardly 😢