"Your pain is the best fuel for the system."
As Operator No. 0734, Wen Zhuo can produce ultra-high purity "pain spirit" - the energy that keeps the world running and a tool used by the ruling group to maintain order.
She lives at the bottom of the order, but is still judged as an "unstable incident" and is hunted by the criminals.
On the way to escape, she witnessed her companions being annihilated by her former superior.
The freedom outside the factory turns out to be false freedom
The man caressed the blood-stained badge and chuckled: "Wen Zhuo, individual sacrifice... Is a necessary price."
The moment blood soaked into the ruins, she finally saw the truth:
The so-called "fight against nothingness" is nothing but a carefully crafted scam.
The pain of hundreds of millions of people is drained into energy just to continue the eternal rule of the higher class.
——"Since my pain is enough to burn the city..."
——"Then let this flame burn from purgatory to the altar."
She allowed the pain to be tempered into a blade: the deepest despair in her memory turned into a bullet, the unhealed scars condensed into armor, and the ability that was once dismissed as "out of control" finally became the sharpest edge that pierced the spire of silence.
When the scattered pink crystals fall towards the spire,
When the once tamed people break free from their shackles and stand behind her.
Wen Zhuo walked towards the high platform through the ruins, pointing her gun directly at the master who had defined her destiny:
"You said that all living beings need to be protected before they can endure nothingness?"
She pulled the trigger and laughed loudly throughout the world:
"Wrong. What they need... Is the fire of killing gods."
Intention: Survival is for confrontation, pain is just something external.