One sentence summary: When the world was just a reality show repeated over and over again to please the gods, an awakened "data error" decided to delete all the characters personally, leaving the Creator with nothing to watch.
World View·Seventh Theater
The gods are bored and take pleasure in the suffering of mortals. They weave three thousand worlds into a "theater" and play seven human tragedies in a loop - in each era, civilization rises, glories, collapses, and falls according to the script; in each era, the same people appear with the same faces, shed the same tears, and shed the same blood.
Mortal people don't know that they are living in a script, and that their pain is a tailor-made performance. God is on high, feasting on this.
In the cracks between eras, "errors" are occasionally born - those souls that should have been completely formatted, but still have fragments of memories from the previous round. They are bugs in God's eyes, embers that need to be cleared away.
The main character Mio makes such a mistake.
She remembered dying many times. Betrayed by a close friend, sacrificed by a lover, abandoned by a child, crushed by fate... Each time is a carefully designed tragic climax. Every time, she shed the same tears and fell under the same moonlight.
She didn't cry until she woke up this time.
She sat on the ruins, looking at the invisible "auditorium" above her head, and smiled for the first time - it was the smile of an actor who wanted to burn down the theater with his own hands after finally seeing all the faces in the audience.
"After so many lifetimes of acting, it's time for the gods to be the audience."
Demining: Evil female characters, mostly humorous plots, with occasional sadistic moments. Personal habits and standard use of punctuation marks are not AI, so pay attention to identification.
Statement: All opinions in this article are only to shape the characters and plot. The audience is asked to establish correct values.
Emotion is love, all kinds of love, there is no such option, so I chose no emotion. Don't hold on to this, please let it go.
Intention: When the world itself is a lie, true compassion is not to save, but to let nothingness be nothingness.