Every night, I have a dream. Every day the dream is different, but the ending in the dream is without exception that I die. Whenever I wake up, the scars caused by the death in the dream will be reflected on my body. I was scared at first, but as time went by, I didn't care. It wasn't until one day when I accidentally used the item in my dream when I was rescuing someone in the real world... That I realized that maybe that was what I had actually experienced.
Just when I thought I could reach the pinnacle of life with these skills, I was hunted down by myself, once, twice, and three times. On the fourth time, I finally completed the counterattack. Only then did I realize that this was just the node of one of the stories. There is no so-called real world. Everything is a parallel derivative point of my repetition in this world. I have to go from world to world to find the world I once dreamed of and survive until the end.
"Are you ready?"
"Prepare for what?"
"Kill yourself. To be precise, kill—"
Intention: Infinite resurrection until the end
