Ming Zhi woke up to the cold system prompt tone, again. The piled corpses, the false calm of the magic academy, the eternal silence of the data void... Every time the "mission is completed", it is accompanied by the peeling off and restarting of memories, leaving only the burning pain of the "home" deep in the soul.
She is called the "Lost One" - a prisoner who wanders forever in the infinite corridor constructed by the majestic "computing power". The system is the indifferent jailer, and the tasks are the chains from which she cannot break free. She is powerful and as precise as a killing machine, traveling through the life and death of countless worlds. However, a strange pocket watch that can span the world, a stranger with blond hair and golden eyes and complicated eyes, and the instigator who follows him everywhere, full of fun and malice... They are like stones thrown into a stagnant pool, causing dangerous ripples in this cold cycle.
Is the world a false sandbox? Is existence a preset program? Who is she? Where is the "home" she is looking for?
Intention: Why do people live?