Not suddenly. He should have known better.
A social beast who was kicked back by his boss to the 16th version of the plan, a person who even the fortune teller said, "If your fortune is unstable, you will never go anywhere." He was tricked into the game by a smiling female high school student, signed an unequal treaty, bought junk insurance with zero compensation, and owed a lot of debt. Then he was put into a lunatic asylum and fought with a husky in a white coat.
This is Lu Renmu's story. He thought he was here to make a copy, but it turned out that he was here to pay off a debt.
But there was much he didn't know. He didn't know that the main god of this game had the same face as himself. He didn't know that the cold young man had been waiting for him on the snowy night for many years. He didn't know that he had forgotten someone, but that person remembered everything about him. He doesn't know what he is. Pieces of justice. A bug. Someone who shouldn't exist.
This is the story of the Zero Team. The captain of eight hundred scheming men, the girl with her sister's relic sealed in her right eye, the fortune teller who talks more nonsense than a paper crane. They fight, complain, eat potato chips, origami, cheat and help each other in the dungeon, and treat every clearance as their last. They don't know where the end point is, but they are moving forward.
This is Lu Qi's story. He sat on the throne and waited for fourteen years. Waiting for the person who taught him to laugh to come back. Wait for someone who has forgotten him to remember him.
This is a story about forgetting and remembering. It's about one person sacrificing himself to another person, about two people becoming one person. Regarding whether you feel pity when you look at a face like your own. About love and hate coming from the same place and flowing to the same ending.
Welcome to the world of copies.
It's not fun here. But someone is waiting for you.
Purpose: I want to write some long stories