I am everywhere and never existed.
[1860] No name, no age, no past, no future. The system told him that he was the perfect executor created by the mastermind, and his thinking was 90% similar to that of humans.
Until—in a small world, a boy who looked the same as him sat on the wall, and the breeze and the fragrance of flowers carried his words far away.
——"Actually, you are not [1860], you are a real human being, and I am the failure that was created."
--Yeah? It turns out that even my identity is fake, so who am I?
Purpose: Find yourself