Hua Zhaozhao thinks there must be something wrong with her. She could have stayed a good little envoy of the Main God, but instead she insisted on going to the "Mortal Realm" to become a "savior."
In the year RB439, strange fissures began appearing in the "Mortal Realm." They might be manholes, air-conditioning vents, or the bottoms of mountain gorges... Anyone sucked inside was more likely than not to die. Fortunately, the fissures never swallowed the same person twice. Anyone who made it out alive could always see the sun rise again.
In the fiftieth year after the fissures appeared, things changed a little.
As Hua Zhaozhao was clearing up the aftermath inside a fissure, she happened to glance at the "Mortal Realm." All she saw was a sky full of bloody mist and falling stone statues. For a moment, she could no longer tell which way was in or out.
"My Lord, I want to close the fissures in the 'Mortal Realm.'"
Hua Zhaozhao went to the pure white, immaculate hall and looked up at the Main God, whose face was hidden beneath a radiance. Her expression resolute, she announced her decision.
"You may," the mighty Main God readily agreed, then offered her a plan. "First, you must venture deep into the fissures and repair them. Then, each time you make a repair, you must choose a powerful 'good person' and ensure that they return to the 'Mortal Realm.' Finally, you must guide the surviving good-hearted strong ones in the 'Mortal Realm' to defeat the evil strong ones and rebuild order. Can you do it, Hua Zhaozhao?"
Hua Zhaozhao nodded. "I can."
From then on, a benevolent guardian appeared inside the fissures. Outside them, the Order Alliance unveiled its iconic mascot doll: black hair and black eyes, straight red lips, and layer upon layer of cake-like ruffles. Only its neck was exposed, wrapped in a black suture. It looked both eerie and adorable.
At long last, Hua Zhaozhao finally heard the world's congratulatory words:
"Darling."
"Welcome to the world of 'Gods.'"
Theme: Rebuild again and again amid a collapsing order.
