She has been on the run.
Escape from the doomsday zombie dungeon to the haunted castle, and from the interstellar battlefield to the cyber city.
Every time she traveled through time, a man would try to grab her hand.
But she is afraid of all hot, blazing, and unreasonable love.
Until the 99th copy, the system popped up a line of scarlet words:
"Warning: The cumulative number of rejections of the male protagonist has reached the upper limit. Next time, if the host fails to establish an intimate relationship, he will be permanently trapped in the most feared copy."
She raised her head and saw the 100th man standing at the entrance to the dungeon.
He smiled, but his eyes were as sharp as a wild beast.
"I heard that you have been running away?" He said, "What a coincidence, I am the best at catching people who run away."
