No one knows when Star Trail entangled people.
It might be the watch you wound up at some point when you were working overtime until three in the morning; it might be the unfamiliar engravings that suddenly appeared on the fan bone when you were looking through old things; or it might be the unspoken "I'm sorry" you said to an empty room.
Star Bones tore human regrets into pieces and threw them into each copy as bait. The people of the association are fighting for their lives in the league, and the lone wandering soul is picking up the embers that others don't want in the abandoned garbage dump. Everyone is looking for the seven star cores that can rewrite the rules, but no one has found it——
Those plain words engraved on the backs of bound items, those shadows of old people flashing across the dungeon, and those secrets that no one dares to tell, have never been benefits given by the system.
It is the only exit secretly given to you by the Creator God who squats in the corner of the world and copies human homework.
She held a spark that was about to go out, and behind her were countless wandering souls.
This time, don't be the NPC in his draft.
Intention: In the endless copies of residual manuscripts and the star paths where thousands of stars gather, tear up the established rules and redefine the meaning of "existence"
