The moment the scarlet liquid splashed onto the European-style dome, I clutched the broken chair leg, and realized from the system's cold prompt that this was not a game, but a hunt.
From killing the man in black alone in the first level, to splitting the shadows in the seventh level back-to-back with Lin Xia, we pieced together the truth in the ever-expanding auditorium: enemies that can evolve their moves, the black sea that swallows memories, and the rule in the points mall that you can exchange for food but not for medicine, all reveal the maliciousness of this cycle. When Sister A-yan's nunchucks dropped and blood blossomed on the black and white floor tiles, the system suddenly threw out a cruel multiple-choice question: exchange the team's points for her life, or watch her turn into a gray figure and fall into the deep sea.
When the light door opened in the real world and a message came from "Ayan in Gears" on my phone, I touched the red mark on my wrist made by the nunchaku and smiled. Maybe the cycle never ends, but this time, we are holding sunflower seeds in our arms, ready to give that damn system a little color.
Concept: Hidden in the gaps between the gears, hidden in the foam rising from the Black Sea, and finally falling on the moment when the sunflower seeds break the ground - it always explores the weight of "being remembered".