This is a chaotic world. Anyone who lives in such a world will feel this way. Today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, maybe one day, drinking milk may turn the toilet into a dog, and singing may cause falling meteorites to return to their original path. However, the essence of the universe is disorder, and even if you want to survive in such a world, there is nothing to make a fuss about.
Miss Crecia is an ordinary employee of the Department of Energy. Today is the day she submits her resignation.
Walking in the corridors of the building, colleagues along the way nodded politely to her. Some of them were wrapped in armor, some had to use fully automatic carrier beds to travel, and some were wearing robes and wizard hats. They were mumbling something, and she started a new day.
Note: There is no romance without cp. During the protagonist's interstellar travel, there will be companions traveling with him. Don't tell me if you don't like ordering fork.
Intention: Life is precious, love is even more valuable. For the sake of freedom, both can be thrown away.