The Unlucky King Tried to Create a Simple Copy

At three o'clock in the morning, Lin Jianchun was pulled into that damn copy again. The transparent panel unfolded in front of her eyes, and the cold mechanical sound echoed in her mind: [Detected that player Lin Jianchun has passed four consecutive difficult dungeons] [Assigned reward dungeon: "Cinderella's Glass Slippers"] [Passthrough rate: 99.9%] [Warm reminder: There is no penalty mechanism for the reward dungeon. After completion, you will receive a mysterious gift and have a chance of being exempted from entering the next dungeon] Lin Jianchun squatted on the cold floor and clenched his fists. She may be the unluckiest player in the world - she desperately escapes in dangerous dungeons, but always encounters all kinds of inexplicable problems when she reaches reward dungeons. Even the system began to pity her and assigned her a reward copy. This time, she still doesn't believe that she can't hit the 99.9% Ordinary rate? There was a flash of white light, and she appeared beside a dilapidated fireplace, wearing a dirty maid's dress. The system panel in front of me is updated: [Main mission: Attend the prince's ball and leave before midnight] [Side mission (hidden): Unlocked] Classic Cinderella story, Lin Jianchun thought. She had done her homework, this dungeon was well known, and almost all players chose the easiest way: go to the ball, have a dance, sneak away before midnight, and get the reward. No one cares about hidden quests - the bonus copies aren't worth the time. According to the plot, the stepmother and her two sisters are going to the dance, leaving her alone to clean up. According to the guide, she only needs to go to the "magic tree" in the backyard and cry, and an elf will come to help her. "I'm really fed up with these fairy tales." Lin Jianchun muttered, but he still walked to the backyard and faced the old oak tree, barely squeezing out a few tears. "Poor child." A gentle voice sounded. Lin Jianchun looked up and saw a fairy godmother in a shiny dress standing in the moonlight. Programmed smile, standard lines, standard pumpkin carriage. Everything is going according to script. Until she got into the carriage. "Wait a minute." Fairy Godmother suddenly frowned and looked closely at her face, "Your face..." "What's wrong with my face?" Lin Jianchun became alert. She had never seen this reaction in the Raiders. "Nothing." The fairy godmother took a step back, her smile a little stiff, "I wish you a good time at the ball, and remember, you must leave before midnight." The carriage drove towards the palace. Lin Jianchun took out a small mirror from his bag - it was still the same ordinary face, nothing special. The dance was an unprecedented event. As she stepped into the hall, the band stopped playing and all eyes were on her. The whispers spread like ripples. "It's so similar..." "Exactly the same..." "But it's impossible, she's already..." Lin Jianchun's palms were sweating. It's not in the script. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that it was just the dungeon NPC's reaction that was abnormal. Maybe it's just the content of this copy update. The prince came towards her. Lin Jianchun read the information and the prince was described as "handsome but slightly melancholy." But the eyes of the man in front of him were too clear, not like those princes in fairy tales who were carried away by love. "Good evening, miss." He leaned forward slightly and said in a gentle voice, "May I have the honor to ask you to dance?" When his fingers touched her hand, Lin Jianchun almost jumped - the temperature was too real and not like a data simulation. They started dancing. The prince stared at her in silence, with an unnerving intensity. "You look nervous," he said. "I'm just... Not used to such occasions." Lin Jianchun responded carefully. "I can understand." The prince smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "I have a question, which may be a bit presumptuous - have you been here before?" "No, this is my first time attending a dance." Lin Jianchun answered according to the plot. "Strange." The prince whispered, as if talking to himself, "but your face..." The music suddenly became intense, interrupting the conversation. Lin Jianchun glanced at the clock on the wall: half past eleven. In half an hour, she would be able to leave this weird place. The prince stayed with her for the rest of the time, refusing all other dance partners. His eyes were almost glued to her face, as if he were studying a precious work of art. The guests whispered and looked at Lin Jianchun with mixed emotions - surprise, nostalgia, and even a little awe. Eleven fifty-five. "It's time for me to go." Lin Jianchun pulled back his hand. "So soon?" The prince had no intention of letting go, "The dance is not over yet." "I must leave." She tried to retreat, but the prince's hand held her like an iron vice. "Just stay a little longer." His voice became strange, a little erratic, and his eyes began to wander, "You are not her... But you are like her... I can't remember clearly..." Lin Jianchun looked at the clock: eleven fifty-eight. She struggled hard, but the prince wouldn't budge. The surrounding guests seemed to be frozen, motionless. "Let me go!" "No..." The prince's voice became increasingly blurry, and his eyes became increasingly hollow, "Stay... My Cinderella..." The clock struck midnight. Intention: Let us face the future with a smile! ! !