The cold and numb judge x the loose and affectionate world anchor
Sci-fi sense of destiny | System confrontation | BE warning
"I rule over destruction, He holds over my salvation"
"This person is not found in your system."
"Then who are you?"
"A... Person who came to take you to defect."
As Inquisitor No. 07, Lu Yao's job is to eliminate the "viruses" in this world - NPCs who find loopholes. Erase memory, or permanently destroy it.
Until she "rescued" the entangled "woman" in the bar "Echo".
The other person was tall, with messy hair, and was shivering in the dim light.
In the back alley, Lu Yao took off her disguise to disarm her: "Don't be afraid, I'm a girl too."
Then she saw - the "beauty" who was frightened just a second ago, slowly stood up straight. The fragility fades away like the tide, the height rises, and the feeling of oppression comes. He casually moved his wig aside, revealing a handsome and sharp face, with an inhuman blue light in his eyes.
He took a step forward and said with a smile: "Sister saved me, you want me to... How can I repay you?"
Pei Nuo.
Freelance photographer, sweet-tongued, not formal.
It is also an absolute anomaly that there is no such person in her trial system.
Amnesia has no effect on him.
The code is destroyed and the instruction is dismissed.
His file is blank.
He became her shadow, her nightmare.
She judges, while he watches; she pretends, and he exposes her; she is indifferent, and he approaches with a smile.
Always use the most frivolous tone to poke at her weak spots that least want to be touched.
"You can't touch me." He leaned against the cold wall of the courtroom and smiled easily. "Didn't your creator teach you how to deal with me?"
She hated his omniscience and hated the blue light in his eyes that seemed to see through everything.
Until a siege was completely out of control, and a devastating torrent of data engulfed the streets.
The always casual man put away his smile for the first time and stood in front of her.
Golden light exploded from around him, like a lighthouse tearing through the eternal night.
The backlash of power caused blood to bleed from the corners of his lips, but he turned around and said in the most familiar teasing tone:
"Hello, Inquisitor."
"If I hadn't died this time..."
"Can you promise me something?"
Later she found out——
Some beings are born to be destroyed.
And some defections are written in fate from the beginning.
"If protecting you means going off track, I will defect thousands of times for this."
"Even if the price is to completely disappear from your world."
Intent: This is a story about how two programmed "tools" used a silent defection to fight for the right to "be themselves" for all imprisoned souls. It wants to tell readers: The bravest resistance is not to destroy the tower, but to still choose to look at each other tenderly under the tower, and remember that we are born as human beings, not gears.
