I am the "best partner" calculated by the gods using instruments.
Noahs, the inhuman guardian, chose me after calculating it tens of millions of times using the world balance instrument.
He weaved dreams for me, gave me a home, and led me to open a shop in the old street - he said this was fate, but in fact it was captivity.
I thought the encounter was gentle, until I tore the cracks in reality with my own hands.
He was furious for the first time: "You have touched a red line!"
That night, the truth was cold: "Your value is the 'optimal anchor' that stabilizes the two worlds."
I decided to leave this scam.
But he hugged me from behind and kissed my trembling forehead. For the first time in a century, a god learned to plead:
"Don't go... Please."
I didn't leave.
But I drew a new red line in my heart: I wanted him to need me, not an "anchor."
Later, when the world he protected collapsed again, the seriously injured god breathed weakly in my arms.
I picked up the knife that had been sharpened thousands of times for him and walked toward the abyss that he had not allowed me to peek into.
Noah, look.
The perfect partner you calculated has finally become the only one who can stand by your side - and even save you.
Purpose: Find and stick to your complete self in loving and being loved.
