One year after he became an adult, Sicil would often look at the dark room without light and recall the days before he turned 18. At that time, he was accompanied by his parents, sister, head maid, and little bear. His wings had not yet been cut off. But now he has lost everything, being imprisoned and bullied, and can only cry in the arms of Mr. Witch all day long, and is forced to sing like a canary.
(Bushi, the author is the protagonist's mother. This is a heart-warming story)
Story background:
In the 47th year of the star calendar, a holographic game "Calendar" developed by the Empire's First Research Institute was born. Because of their trust in the research institute, two-quarters of the people in the world joined "Calendar" after its release.
Human beings are immersed in the game where they can experience Second Life by simply wearing an optical brain, and more and more people are attracted to join.
At this moment, a change happened to the agitated humans. …All the players still clearly remember the scene of that day.
Tens of thousands of cold mechanical bodies were suspended in the air and surrounded all the players in the player lobby with guns. Even the people who were completing the dungeon were kicked out. When the players were all confused, the mechanical bodies all retreated, leaving a spacious avenue.
A man wrapped in a white mecha slowly walked out. His face was covered by a blank mask, and only his eyes were exposed. His eyes were indifferent and indifferent.
…
He is the mastermind of the game.
That day, all players became his prisoners.
————Atypical infinite flow, protagonist NPC, different positions, please don't complain about some issues
Sicil is an NPC, an identity he didn't know until he was 18 years old.
Before that, Sicil was free. He would run with his companions in the unruly forest, chasing the spots of sunlight that spread through the trees on the ground. He would stand in the clearing in the forest, with bright light shining on his ink-black temple hair and bright red lips.
In the words of Mr. Witch, he is like an angel who fell into the mortal world unintentionally.
——The accident happened on an ordinary day, the sun was shining as usual.
This is a relaxing fairy tale(?)
In order to defend their homeland, they sing peace with their blood.
PS: Attention! Notice! : I am a good copywriter, and I will never abuse the emotional line.
My protagonist baby is really talkative and loves to be in a daze. Even if she wants to abuse her, she can't... (Rubbing hands)
He is a tough kid.
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The protagonist is an indigenous NPC, and there may be wars or confrontations between NPCs and humans in the text.
But the positions are different. Everyone is taking the path they think is right. This cannot be easily defined as good or bad.
Purpose: To defend one's homeland and sing peace with burning blood