"Your broken appearance should really be framed~
Look! Even the things you hate the most have become my collection..."
A "world" outside the world, rules outside the rules.
In the world they call "the bottom," the creatures call us "gods."
Just because we live on the second floor and are responsible for taking care of their poor timelines and memories. The master here is "order", the highest virtue is "stability", and the optimal solution is "clearance". They measure everything with the cold entropy value and define all uncontrolled variables as errors.
Like me, cause and effect.
I can hear every "possibility" screaming in my head, and I can make miracles bloom out of desperate situations. But in their eyes, I was just a causal criminal who needed to be corrected.
Until I met him - Shi Xi, the top collector of the Time Administration, a living ruler without any emotion.
He is really busy, managing 108 different worlds every day, isn't he tired?
I am keen to leave my crazy and gorgeous graffiti on his flawless blueprint of order. The "inevitability" that I let him carefully maintain was defeated by my "accident" time and time again.
I smiled as I watched him pursue me, and watched as his silver eyes, which had always only reflected the law, finally... Opened a gap that belonged to me.
They see me as a virus that must be removed.
But I don't know that I am the only living bug in his precision-operated eternity.
Now, the entire second-level world is going to archive and erase me.
And he stood between me and his entire world.
You ask then?
Then - this god whose life is order, personally wrote a supreme instruction for himself:
"Protecting her is the ultimate truth that I protect."
Purpose: Being a worker is so tiring...
