I transformed into the good-for-nothing little junior sister in the fairy tale, and the system asked me to save the collapsing world.
I decided to pretend to have amnesia, eat and wait to die.
Until the rumored surly and gloomy senior brother came out early and cornered me:
"Pretending to have amnesia? That's not what you did when you stole my spirit fruit three years ago."
Intention: What kind of life do you want to live?