[Note: This is a System story set in the future, told in the form of a game. The worlds that appear are only part of the basic setting.]
[Hello, Player No. 3301. Welcome to the Brain Computer ReZ1.0.]
[Main quest issued: Become the only surviving player in this world.]
She has lost her memory. Before she can even figure out her name, there's a much bigger problem to solve. What exactly is the thing in her ear, chattering away and claiming to be a System? What does it mean when it suddenly tells her that ten players are slaughtering one another in a hunter's world? What is she supposed to do when she's a complete newbie, yet has been dumped straight into a world with an extremely high survival difficulty? The female protagonist doesn't know where she came from or where she's going after death, so why does she keep pushing beyond her limits? The System says it's never seen a player like this. Her playstyle is way too weird! Just do your quests already!
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Notes:
- The general setting is the future, and all players are from the future.
- The whole story is about outsmarting and fighting. There are more battles of wits. I'll consider writing more action once I learn how...
- The female protagonist is lawful evil and will pick a fight with anyone.
1. This is a power fantasy.
2. This is a crossover. I haven't decided which anime to include later, but most likely One Piece.
3. Unless something unexpected happens, updates will be every three days. In practice, the actual update schedule takes priority.
4. There's no romance. This really is a plot-only story.
5. There are lots of elements.
Is there a follow-up to this book? Is it a scam? I feel like this kind of brain-burning thing looks great in the background of a hunter
I really want to see the plot behind it.
Where have you moved to? I can't understand and I'm heartbroken.
The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me like this. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture towards the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climbing towards you step by step, passing through your black hair, my hand, passing through your network cable, my resentment, do you know who I am? Come on^0^~
The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me like this. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture towards the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Crawling towards you step by step, passing through your black hair, my hand, passing through your network cable, my resentment, do you know who I am [Waiting for your update] Author, I have been watching you.
... Ah, to be honest, I have skipped these chapters. The content may be interesting, but the copy-style plot that has nothing to do with the main plot is not suitable for my colleagues. This is not what readers want to read. If this article was original, I would be very interested, but this is not the dish I ordered.
I really want to see the plot behind it.
I really want to see the plot behind it.
I'm stuck on a point I really want to see, ugh
Not good at all! What is difficult to learn? The starting point is fragmented! This app of yours is doing a lot of harm to people!