Ever since I discovered by chance that Ain had become autonomous, and I was occasionally able to enter the game to communicate with him, my distress and fun have doubled:
"Hey, Ain, have you done anything? I can always draw your card from the card pool in this event."
"No." His words were as concise as ever, and I couldn't tell the slightest clue from his face.
"Then how do you explain that I drew your event SSR again?"
"Didn't you make a wish?" He tilted his head, as if to show his innocence, "I remember you said that after making a wish, the card will be stacked."
"But I drew it single-handedly." I gritted my teeth, "The last SSR you drew was also single-drawn - how do you explain this?"
Because I like "The Painted Traveler in Time and Space" Ain, I wrote the first fanfic in my life.
The setting is biased toward meta, which is similar to the feeling of breaking through a dimensional wall.
Intention: Love is separated by mountains and seas, mountains and seas cannot be leveled