They call it - the protagonist game.
He is the proud son of heaven, she is the center of attention, and I am Xia Zhi, a passerby who has zero contribution and is used as a stepping stone.
With a command from the player, I will sacrifice my dignity and life to contribute to other people's love scripts.
The price of resistance is "bad luck BUFF", and the end point of failure is "formatting of consciousness", that is, complete disappearance.
I once thought that being obedient would lead to survival, until I discovered that even my remaining value would be plundered and dedicated to the so-called protagonist.
So, in the fateful examination room, I tore up the test paper that represented submission.
The alarm went off and on the eve of the system crash, the gentle last words finally came:
"My girl, congratulations on completing your self-rescue."
Intention: Cannon fodder awakens
